It was the summer holidays. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left Hogwarts and were staying at the Burrow. Hermione began to walk up the stairs as quietly as she could...well, until she fell, that is.
Ginny was lying on her bed, writing in her diary. There was a sad glint in her eyes. Hearing a sudden noise, she looked round, then threw her notepad under her pillow just as Hermione entered the room.
"Hey, Gin. Whatchya doing?" Hermione asked casually as she slipped onto the bed.
"Oh, nothing. Just writing in my diary. What do you want, Hermione?" Ginny glanced at her.
Oh, gods, she suspects. I knew I should never have agreed to this, Hermione thought. Ginny continued to stare at her. When no answer came, Ginny shrugged and walked out.
Now was Hermione's chance. She dove at Ginnys pillow and pulled the diary out. She pointed her wand at the door and muttered a locking spell. She flicked through the diary until a particular date caught her eye.
July 24th
Hermione, Ron, and I made our way to the scarlet steam train, the Hogwarts Express. Harry was still talking to Professor Dumbledore and told us he would meet us there and that we should find an empty compartment before they all disappeared. Hermione and Ron had to leave briefly, claiming that they both needed the toilet. I am not stupid, not since A) the bathrooms are unisex and B) they began going out with each other toward the end of last year. My supicions were proved right when Hermione and Ron both returned red in the face, and their hair was sticking up all over.
Hermione blushed at this last part, but continued to read.
They sat down, avoiding each othe'rs gazes, and began to talk to me about Harry—well, Ron did, the insensitive oaf.
"Hey Gin, you over Harry yet?" he asked me. I don't know what look I gave him but I hope it scared him. I wasn't sure if we could do magic on the train. Hermione and Ron had, but they were of age. Ron knew I had never given up on Harry. Even Hermione threw him a dirty look, which shut him up.
Then a really weird thing happened. Draco Malfoy burst in singing, "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. —No, wait, that was a dream I had.
Hermione stopped reading there. She has dreams about Malfoy, she thought to herself.
Just then the door handle started to shake. Ginny was trying to get back in. Hermione hid the diary back under the pillow and threw a dressing gown over her clothes, then hurriedly lifted the spell.
"What were you doing that needed the door locked?" Ginny asked, shaking her head at Hermione.
"Oh, I was getting changed," Hermione lied.
Ginny lifted her eyebrows at Hermione and then walked over to her bed and began shifting all the quilts around, as if looking for something.
"Ah, here it is!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly.
Oh, gods. I hope she hasn't taken her diary. Harry needs me to do this, Hermione thought worriedly.
Ginny got up from the bed holding a little book—luckily, it wasn't her diary. She waved at Hermione and ran out the door. Once again Hermione put the spells back up on the door, retrieved the diary, and began to read.
I should have been glad that Ron and Hermione finally overcame their shyness and admitted that they like each other, but I wasn't. Harry and I were nothing more than friends, and even now I still believe he thinks of me as Ron's little sister—the girl he had to save from Volde You-Know-Who in my first year. And the girl whose life he has saved so many times since then. I'm glad he saved me, but he needs to stop treating me like a little girl. I am only one year younger than him, after all.
Hermione put the diary on her lap. So Ginny still liked Harry. She should have known. Harry liked Ginny too, the only problem being that as smart as they both were, neither had noticed the other's feelings. Harry thought Ginny saw him as just her brother's best friend and a good friend to her, and Ginny thought Harry saw her as Ron's little sister. Hermione had some matchmaking to do.
Harry and Ron were at the Ministry, getting advice on their next job as Aurors. Hermione felt like she should stop reading the diary, so she closed the book—not before seeing what was written on the cover, though. It said:
Very secret diary of Ginevra Weasley, STAY OUT. That includes you, too, Hermione. Return this to wherever you found it immediately.
This made Hermione wonder what could be so secret. Irresistibly drawn, she began to read again.
I only hope Harry and Ron will be okay working as Aurors. I also wish Harry would notice me—come on, he isn't blind. He must have noticed I've started wearing makeup, and I curl or straighten my hair every morning, especially after finding out he and Hermione will be living here. Mum insisted they stay here, saying it was too quiet without her five other sons and that she wasn't used to the peace. Harry and Hermione agreed to stay, much to Mum's delight. I for one am so glad, as I will be sharing a room with my best friend, and my crush will be just a few floors up
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. She was Ginny's best friend. She was glad; after all, she'd only ever been best friends with two lads who thought fun was seeing who could eat the most during a feast. Hermione placed the diary back where she'd found it, feeling guilty for having read her best friend's secrets. Hermione herself would hate it if someone had done that to her.
Harry and Ron had just Flooed back from the Ministry. Hermione sat at the table waiting for them. Both boys walked over and smiled a greeting at her.
"So, what did you find out?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Well, there are some things I can't say in front of Ron. So come to my room later on and I'll tell you!" Hermione whispered to Harry. She wasn't quiet enough—Ron had heard.
"What? No way, she's my sister and I have a right to know whatever know about her. Plus Harry and I were both given this job. I resent the fact that my girlfriend wants to be locked in her room with my so-called best friend." Ron was growing red with anger as he said this.
"Ron, if I told you what it says in that diary, you'd probably go mad. Then Ginny would know what's happened, and that we read her diary. Then she might move it. Harry can decide what you're allowed to know," Hermione told him in a stern voice. "So when you're ready, Harry, come to Ginny's room." And with that she walked away, her robe swaying behind her.