A/N: well, I was sitting on my bedroom floor listening to my old P!NK CD when this
song came on and suddenly gave birth to this fic. It was very inconvenient timing as
I had to get up and walk to the computer and turn it on and... well after all that,
please review... Even though im not very confident bout this.
Disclaimer: All HP Characters belong entirely to JK Rowling, the song 'Dear Diary'
was written by P!NK and L. Perry, therefore it belongs to them and not me, (damn)
Hope u enjoy. P.S. sorry about the weird spacing, I'll fix it!
Dear Diary...
Dear dear diary I want to tell my secrets,
Cos you're the only one, that I know will keep them
Dear dear diary I want to tell my secrets
I know you'll keep them, so this is what I've done.
Ginny's hand trembled as she wrote, a wave of understanding and hope seemed to
emanate from this diary, it urged her to write, to tell her deepest secrets. Not
just about Harry and her love for him anymore. For that was over long ago, but also
of her life, of the experiences she kept hidden from the world, hidden, even from
herself?
I've been a bad bad girl, for so long
I don't know how to change, what went wrong
Daddy's little girl, but he went away
What did he teach me? That love leaves
A tear falls down her pale cheek and disappears into the page with the ink, her
words are lost, hidden, her words and her woes. He made her feel special; he made
her feel powerful, like she didn't need Harry or Ron, or her parents. Like she
didn't have to change to meet their standards, that she could just be Ginny and
there was nothing wrong with that.
I've been down every road, you could go
I've made some bad bad choices as you know,
It seems I've got this whole world cradled in my hands
It's just like me not to understand
He soothed her, he made her forget that she wanted to leave this place, to take away
all the power they had over her, her life.
Harry had never noticed her, not as more than a sister anyway. He had taken her hope
away from her once before, when he rescued her from the chamber, he took away the
only person who ever listened to her, ever understood her, and she had wanted him
back.
I've got a guardian angel tattooed on my shoulder,
She's been watching over me
Dear dear diary I wan to tell my secrets,
Cos you're the only one, that I know will keep them
Dear dear diary I want to tell my secrets
I've been a bad, bad girl...
It had been five years since the chamber, five years of painful regression, of
knowing that the only person to ever understand her had left her, but then...
He came back. She had been walking by the third floor girl's bathroom when she heard
it, the daunting whispers from within. A place she knew all too well, a place that
once held him. Unable to resist she followed the voices, they were whispering, all
different voices but all saying the same thing.
"Come back Ginny, we need you, I love you Ginny, come back"
She didn't know how she had done it, but the chamber opened once more. It had long
since been sealed but a force much greater than magic guided her; she was guided by
love, an emotion that any magic would kneel before in awe.
It was now that she saw it. It was eerily familiar in a sinful way, she knew that if
her brother or Harry found it that it would immediately be destroyed, and that it
was wrong of her to take it. But something had been stolen from her; at that time
Ginny didn't care who was hurt, as long as she had him back.
She caressed the new, black leather cover in her slender fingers, reminiscing its
power, its strength. Her eyes drawn to the colossal statue before her, looked into
it's cold stone eyes and ran, not from fear of Slytherin himself, but that the diary
would once again be taken from her.
And so she began to write, like an addict, writing her soul into it, cleaving every
ounce of what good was left.
She knew it would come, it had almost happened once before, she felt her life
slipping away, not to a place of good or purity but to nothingness, she tried to
escape the hands that were pulling her, she had dug her own grave, she hadn't been
able to resist him...again.
It was now that Harry had come, saved her, and killed her all at the same time. But
he didn't come, she knew he wouldn't, but someone did. Her eyes fluttered open, she
couldn't see the diary on the floor of the girls bathroom, there was glass all over
the floor and blood, blood that seeped from her own hands. She had smashed it, seen
her face and not liked what she saw. There was no basilisk, no Fawkes, no Harry, but
there was someone.
She would have been completely oblivious to his presence had he not shifted, Ginny
noticed her appearance, her knees were drawn up to her chest, she was covered in
glass and was bleeding everywhere, tears blurred her eyes and left marks on her
cheeks.
Expecting nothing of what she actually saw, she pushed herself up from the floor;
she could see broken pieces of her reflection in the discarded shards of mirror
around her. He held the diary in his hands, his cold pale hands wrapped tightly
around its black leather cover. She knew he knew what it was, and what had happened
to her. After all it was his father who had given it to her in the first place,
expecting him to lunge at her or finish the job that Riddle had started, she
flinched when he reached toward her shoulder. She looked to where he had been
reaching and saw that her robe was falling down her arm, he reached to her again and
lifted it back in place. He kept his hardened expression but kept her eyes locked
onto his. She forgot about the diary, she had a new addiction, and it was Draco
Malfoy.
A/N, well, what do you think? It was midnight when I wrote this so I might not be
all that good. But you have to give me some credit, originally it ended with them
kissing, but seriously, they hadn't even spoken and suddenly they're kissing??? How
dumb am I, I'm not a good enough writer to make that work. Review???