A/N This story was originally going to be a one shot, however it has become much too long for that. I have separated the story into three parts, which is why this chapter is so short. I will be posting the second portion shortly, but I still haven't written the third chapter yet. I was going to submit this story into a Christmas contest but then I abandoned it and it's now obviously too late for that, so I'm posting it here instead. Please review :)


4:03p.m. January 17th, 1998

I couldn't help falling for him. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I fell for the guy who just about everyone wants, for reasons I'm not even sure of, and who practically almost every girl has been hit on by, even me. It shocked me at first; I mean he was always known as being somewhat of a slut, but me? Why would he ever give a second glance to me? I realize I must be sounding ridiculous, like one of those petty self conscious girls who fan over the slightest attention from a boy who they feel they're not worthy of. I'm not like that. Well, to be honest I used to be, but not anymore. I've learned all too well from my days of drooling over the oh so great boy-who-lived. Notify me when he finally becomes the boy-who-can-get-a-clue and then I'll see if I'm still interested in going down that road again.

4:30p.m. January 20th, 1998

It has been three days since it happened, three. However I am still repeating the same event over and over again in my head down to the exact details. This is ridiculous. How is it that one little action, a simple sentence even, could have this much effect over me? It's not like he's all too good looking, regardless of what the other girls seem to think. Oh this is just ridiculous, I'm going to stop thinking about him right this very moment. He's absolutely disgusting anyways. He's rude, cocky, repulsive… I'm running out of adjectives. Well the point is I don't care for him at all. He and his annoying blond hair and annoying blue eyes can go off and continue to be his annoying self. I can't believe one comment, one stupid little comment, and he's all that I think about for three days straight.

5:15p.m. January 21st, 1998

I've decided that I no longer have any interest in him. That's it, it's final. So what if he told me I look rather cute when I blush, it was extremely out of character of him to do so anyways. Well, it wasn't completely out of character; he did say it with a sneer. He does seem to sneer at everything, doesn't he? It seems that whenever someone quotes him saying something it can always be assumed that he sneered while doing so. He is going to wear out that sneer one day. "You should blush more often Weasley, it actually makes you look cute." Oh that stupid boy, stupid Malfoy. If he knew that I wasted this much parchment and ink on his one stupid sentence he'd have a laughing fit.

5:04p.m. January 23rd, 1998

Harry has started to notice me lately. He even said hi and made short chit chat with me in the hallway the other day, not that I care. I don't know why but every time he looks in my direction I get chills. Remnants of my old crush I guess.

10:35p.m. January 27th, 1998

Harry just asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him, I can't believe it! Wait… no, no, no! I'm not supposed to like him- oh but I do! I do, I do, I like him so much. I guess this old crush was stronger than I thought. I'm so excited.

5:30p.m. January 31st, 1998

Well it's Saturday and everyone is already at Hogsmeade. I haven't seen Harry all day, and he hasn't made any mention of going when I saw him leaving the great hall last night. He left in quite a hurry, come to think of it. Well, I guess he didn't really ask, he more of… suggested it? He still could have said something about it though! As opposed to leaving me here dwelling on false hopes. Oh well, I guess I'll just go for a walk outside; I don't feel much like going to Hogsmeade right now anyways. It's no big deal though, Harry will probably talk to me tomorrow with some stupid excuse about how he was out saving the world and therefore was too busy to send me an owl.

6:30p.m. January 31st, 1998

Harry Potter is an insufferable wench. I can't believe him, how could he- ugh! I thought Cho and him were other with! Well considering she had her tongue down his throat I guess not. What a horrible pair. And who do I happen to bump into while I was running to the Gryffindor common room trying to hold back tears? Malfoy. "Watch where you're going Weasley, I almost mistook you for a hexed tomato." What a pathetic excuse for an insult, but it was still enough. Of course I'm in tears right now. What is wrong with me? This is not like me to get hurt so easily, not like me at all. I hate them, I hate them both.

10:30p.m. February 5th, 1998

I talked to Ron today. Considering we both spend time in the same common room everyday, I haven't spent nearly that much time with him. Today we had a nice long talk about nothing in particular, just random things about how our lives our going and our studies. It was nice though to sit there and talk to him like old times. I didn't tell him how Harry practically ditched me for Cho, it would just cause trouble for him, he was always quick to defend me. It's not like it was a big deal really. Okay, so I was a tad bit upset when I saw them kissing, but he should have at least had the courtesy to tell me we couldn't hang out anymore! If he had told me he could not make it I would not have been nearly as upset when I caught them kissing by surprise. No wonder he seemed to avoid me all of Friday. Anyways, Ron finally let a little information slip about his crush on Hermione.

"Hermione wanted me to go in Madame Puddlefoots with her to see what all the romantic fuss was about, but I didn't want to go."

"Yeah, I understand how it would have been awkward considering you fancy her."

"Yea-no! What are you on about, Ginny?"

Silly Ron, it's sweet how much he likes her. They really should get together; it would make them both happy. Hell, it would make everyone else happy as well to see them snog for once as opposed to their constant rowing. I believe the last thing they got in a fit about was a frog that was out by the lake. Now, I wasn't very sure what was so controversial about a simple frog, but it was obviously very important to Ron and Hermione. I think that argument had just about crossed the line, they've argued about some crazy things, but a frog? Oh they need to get on with it and kiss already. You know the whole rowing business is getting old when you start to get defensive about a frog, anyways.