"Ginny's Diaries"
by: Sailor Gemini
Authors note: Hi guys. I have decided to write this and pretty much base if off my life, although not exactly. Most of these situations Ginny finds herself in have happened, although I will try to keep it as "in character" as I possibly can. Yay. This will be written in the form of a Diary, and like one of those, Ginny has NO idea of what is going to happen next in her life. She's no precog or anything. I can't promise fast updates, but I like to think I'm a good enough writer that you'll stay looking for more :) This is based loosely off one of the best stories I have ever read. It was written by a dear friend, and if you are at all interested in Sailor Moon (particularly Mercury) than give me a ring, and I'll give you a link. I hope this will be as wonderful as that story. By the way, the rating might turn to R. I haven't decided yet.
Ginny's Diary: Entry One
Wow. I hate diaries. I hate them hate them hate them! I don't know what I'm doing here, sitting in my hot sweaty bedroom (Merlin, one day I'll kill Fred and George) and I'm writing in you. All I can do is sit here and hope with all of my heart that nothing's going to happen. There won't be another Tom Riddle case where I fall in love with this evil molesting bastard. Oh god. I just gave myself the ultra shudders. The complete full body ones. Don't you just hate those? Yeah. Me too.
Harry gave me this, the day after we broke up. He said I needed a way to 'sort out my feelings'. Oh, I could have killed the sodding bastard. That'd be a nice way to sort out my feelings, lemme tell ya. I don't know why I expected much out of that boy. I mean, while we were dating it was pure heaven. I was so inlove that even hearing myself talk about him made me want to absolutely hurl. Yeah. I used to be somewhat of a sap, but I don't know. Looking back (although it was JUST like a month ago) I can't believe myself. Why the hell did I have to completely fall madly in love with that god damn boy! He is SO self unappreciating, with his low self esteem and his clingyness. Well, actually, I take that last comment back. He wasn't clingy. More anti-clingy. Which really makes a girl wonder sometimes, you know. Here you are, trying to kiss your boyfriend and all he can do is squirm out of your arms. Yeah. Not that good of times. It kind of made me wonder how boys saw me. I mean, When I dated Michael, he was ALWAYS trying to kiss me, and boy did that drive me nuts. One time when he tried to stick his hand down my pants, oh boy. Diary, he had to go to the hospital wing, and Madame Pompfrey told him that he was lucky he would still be able to have children. Hehe. I love growing up with so many boys.
At the same time, it drives me crazy. They don't know what it's like being the only girl. I don't really have anyone to talk to, and every single BLOODY time I ask dear Mum about anything, she goes into this bloody hurling fit, crying and squeazing the stuffing out of me just mumbling "my little baby's growing up" over and over. And then when I try to go and ask Dad, he just goes red in the face. It's kind of nice having Hermione here over the summer. I can only take so many of Mum's back breaking hugs, and I swear, if I give Dad ONE more nose bleed, I just don't know what I'll do with myself.
So I fell for the famous Harry Potter. That was painful. Oh boy. Heart-break city, that one. He was like my best friend, really. I mean, we had this thing back in my first year. Haha. Ok, so that's a lie. But he saved my life. And I was in love with him. Big brown eyes, going gaga over every step he made. Bloody hell, I gave him a singing valentine. Hahaha. He got tormented for that one for a while. Fred and George still hum the tune around him.
But after fourth year, during the summer, something happened. We bonded, I guess. And with that bonding, I helped him. I held him while he cried over Sirius, and it wasn't like he could do that with Ron or Hermione. Both of them were slowly growing into their own relationship, and dear god, if they don't start snogging sooner or later, i'm locking them in a closet together. You can hold me to that Diary. But back to Harry. He had alot of stuff happen in his fifth year, and I told him that I would be there if he ever needed anyone to talk to. And he took me up on that offer. And then one day, during our lufly angst sessions, we kissed. We were both crying, me because I had just spilled my guts about what had really happened with Tom (not even Mum knows about that) and him because of his Life. Let me tell you, Diary, if I EVER hear anyone talking about how they envy the "boy who lived" I would seriously shoot them in the face. So, we kissed. And it wasn't like him and Cho, although everyone heard about her crying kiss. Boy did we all feel bad for her about that. Heh heh. But it wasn't like that. It was just, perfect, I guess. We were crying, and hugging, and then there was just something else there. And then we started kissing. And then we stopped, looked at each other and just smiled. Something was right. Something in our fucked up lives was actually good.
And it was good. For a long time. We lasted for a year, until the end of my fifth year. Then he broke it off. I was so angry, I almost hexed him. God Diary, never fall for your best friend. I mean, I know it sounds all fine and dandy and what not, but it really doesn't help you. At all. It's just a huge painful experience that you want to forget about when it's done. Nothing good can come from it. Well, I guess there are a few cases that are nice and they work out (much like how Mione and Ron's will work) but it doesn't usually happen that way. And that sucks.
He keeps telling me to find someone new. Here we both are, sitting and barely being able to look at each other. He's staying at the Burrow. It's making me crazy. School starts in about a month, and I can't wait. I can't wait to be out of this house. I'm sick of the sympathy looks I'm getting from Ron and Hermione, and even from my parents. I guess they always hoped that me and Harry would get married or something. Yeah. Then they'd have him as a real son. But oh well. It's not going to happen now. But why is it so hard to think about? It's just, I guess I had always thought we would work too. And then we didn't. And now I'm sitting crying over it all the bloody time.
Except yesterday. I didn't cry yesterday.
Yesterday we went to Diagon Alley to go shopping. That was fun.
I went off on my own, telling my brothers I was going in search of 'womanly' needs, and they ran. Let me tell you, Diary, if you EVER want a boy to leave you alone, just walk up to him and asks him which he prefers, the tampon, or the pad, and they will book it. Works every time. Except if they're gay. Well, sometimes even then.
So I went off on my own, and just looked. I stopped in the quidditch store, and in the book store. And I had a little bit of extra money, won from a bet I made with Ron, so I decided that ice cream sounded lurvely. And it was. Especially what happened to it.
Malfoy was in the shop. Yeah. Aristocrat-nose, himself. He just sat there, eating some fat free wannabe espresso smoothie. Actually, I really have no idea what he was drinking. But that seemed like a Malfoy drink to me. Either that, or something with Cockroach Clusters in it.
The second I had walked into the store, I had felt his eyes on me. I had felt like I was some prey for some giant tiger. Hahahaha. Excuse me diary. Ahahaha. Ah there. Now I'm back. Done giggling. I can't believe I just compared the School Ferret to a tiger. Yeah right.
So he completely slammed on me, espresso smoothie and all. I just sat there. And he just kept talking to me in his annoying little high pitched girly voice (although really not that high pitched...or girly for that matter. Kind of a nice voice. For a dumb stupid head. God I'm being so mature...) What was I saying? Oh yeah. He was just slamming me for being poor and how my robes were ripped. And then I stepped on and ripped his. Then stuck my tongue out him. Boy, I have never seen anyone so angry. So he just stood there blinking at me for a moment, and I ordered a double chocolate ice cream, with extra chocolate toppings. By the time it was finished being made, he was still just staring at me. "Sorry bout that, I just slipped you know," I told him, grinning hugely. I do it with my brothers all the time. "I'm sure Mummy Dearest can mend them for you. Or if not, you can always get a house elf. I'm sure you have one that picks out your clothes." I smiled cheekily and started to turn around, licking the gooey chocolate off the top.
Leaving the store, I had felt pretty awesome with myself. I had just given Malfoy what he had deserved, and had nothing happen in return.
That is what I thought though, of course. Because a few minutes after walking down the street, I heard the most annoying voice. Now, remember how I said Malfoy had a high pitched and girly voice? Well, this one was definitely high pitched and girly. And it belonged to his pug faced girlfriend. God do I hate dumb people. Especially when they're ugly. Ok, I know that is a really horrible thing to say Diary. Completely vain. But when they're stupid, it's just, I feel bad for them. They have absolutely nothing going for them. They could at least be pretty. Then you could at least stare at them when they're talking. Anyway, she chased after me down the road, and I saw my brothers walking towards us with Harry and Hermione. He saw Pansy shreiking and running towards me, and I actually saw him step towards me. Hermione grabbed his arm. Damn her, I would have loved to see him try to rescue me. But that didn't happen, and soon I had the Ugly One screaming in my face about how I had ripped the Sex Gods robes. That's what she called him. I mean, Merlin. I don't get it. What the hell is her problem. Malfoy is just...blah. There's nothing in his airheaded blonde head. And she just called him a sex god! I almost puked up the little bit of chocolate I had eaten. And then she continued on about how I had no money and every other thing that any unoriginal person could think of. "Don't you think I've heard this all before?" I asked her. "I mean, why don't you go ask Sex God over there if he could help you out a little with you're insult issues. You really suck at it."
She looked a bit flabbergasted. "Yeah, well at least..." she stumbled for words, and looked at my baggy robes. "At least I'm not fat!"
I blinked. I stared at her for a few moments. Just like Malfoy had stared at me, really. I couldn't believe her. What was she thinking? How could me, Ginny Weasley, honestly be insulted by something as mere as weight? I mean, I'm not over weight, thank fully, but I wouldn't mind too terribly much if I were. There's nothing wrong with it.
"Are you...blonde?" I asked her.
She looked at me dumbly for a moment, and then touched her dark hair. "No, god. How could anyone be so stupid?"
I blinked again. "I really don't know," I told her and smirked.
Then she did something that just astounds me at her gall. She took my partially eaten ice cream, which I was totally going to finish by the way. Ha...call me fat..yeah right. But yeah. She took my ice cream, and rubbed it in my face. I was just...astounded.
I heard my brothers burst into laughter and I felt my face heating up. She turned, and flicked her should-be blonde hair over her shoulder, and started walking away. I heard someone mumble something, and all of a sudden, her wannabe muggle mini skirt fell down her hips, showing everyone her ugly underwear-clad butt. I burst into howling laughter. Oh man. Let me tell you. Boy, did she have an UGLY butt. But just...ahahahhahaaha. I can't even express how great it was. And everyone else thought it was funny too. Except her, however, who ran running screaming, into the nearest shop. Which just happened to be the Quidditch Supply store, stock full of males. But that just made it all more amusing.
I finally had caught my breath, and turned to look around, wipping chocolate out of my eyebrows, and I saw Malfoy, the stupid bugger, smirking at me, and putting his wand back into his robes.
Yup. That was my interesting day yesterday. It was great.
Oh well, I'm going to take off. No evil demons coming after me this time, right? Good. I really hope not. I'll seriously hurt Harry if anything else happens. But yeah. I am not sure if it was Malfoy that made her skirt fall down, although that would definitely give him a few more points on my list. That was so hilarious.
Ginny
TBC
Authors note: This is dedicated to a special someone in my life. Although that situation is fucked up as of the moment. Sorry for some of the bad language, but its a diary, and i think this is how she thinks. its how a teenage girl thinks anyway. Please review. Don't know when the next one will be out, and I hope you like it :) -----Sailor Gemini
by: Sailor Gemini
Authors note: Hi guys. I have decided to write this and pretty much base if off my life, although not exactly. Most of these situations Ginny finds herself in have happened, although I will try to keep it as "in character" as I possibly can. Yay. This will be written in the form of a Diary, and like one of those, Ginny has NO idea of what is going to happen next in her life. She's no precog or anything. I can't promise fast updates, but I like to think I'm a good enough writer that you'll stay looking for more :) This is based loosely off one of the best stories I have ever read. It was written by a dear friend, and if you are at all interested in Sailor Moon (particularly Mercury) than give me a ring, and I'll give you a link. I hope this will be as wonderful as that story. By the way, the rating might turn to R. I haven't decided yet.
Ginny's Diary: Entry One
Wow. I hate diaries. I hate them hate them hate them! I don't know what I'm doing here, sitting in my hot sweaty bedroom (Merlin, one day I'll kill Fred and George) and I'm writing in you. All I can do is sit here and hope with all of my heart that nothing's going to happen. There won't be another Tom Riddle case where I fall in love with this evil molesting bastard. Oh god. I just gave myself the ultra shudders. The complete full body ones. Don't you just hate those? Yeah. Me too.
Harry gave me this, the day after we broke up. He said I needed a way to 'sort out my feelings'. Oh, I could have killed the sodding bastard. That'd be a nice way to sort out my feelings, lemme tell ya. I don't know why I expected much out of that boy. I mean, while we were dating it was pure heaven. I was so inlove that even hearing myself talk about him made me want to absolutely hurl. Yeah. I used to be somewhat of a sap, but I don't know. Looking back (although it was JUST like a month ago) I can't believe myself. Why the hell did I have to completely fall madly in love with that god damn boy! He is SO self unappreciating, with his low self esteem and his clingyness. Well, actually, I take that last comment back. He wasn't clingy. More anti-clingy. Which really makes a girl wonder sometimes, you know. Here you are, trying to kiss your boyfriend and all he can do is squirm out of your arms. Yeah. Not that good of times. It kind of made me wonder how boys saw me. I mean, When I dated Michael, he was ALWAYS trying to kiss me, and boy did that drive me nuts. One time when he tried to stick his hand down my pants, oh boy. Diary, he had to go to the hospital wing, and Madame Pompfrey told him that he was lucky he would still be able to have children. Hehe. I love growing up with so many boys.
At the same time, it drives me crazy. They don't know what it's like being the only girl. I don't really have anyone to talk to, and every single BLOODY time I ask dear Mum about anything, she goes into this bloody hurling fit, crying and squeazing the stuffing out of me just mumbling "my little baby's growing up" over and over. And then when I try to go and ask Dad, he just goes red in the face. It's kind of nice having Hermione here over the summer. I can only take so many of Mum's back breaking hugs, and I swear, if I give Dad ONE more nose bleed, I just don't know what I'll do with myself.
So I fell for the famous Harry Potter. That was painful. Oh boy. Heart-break city, that one. He was like my best friend, really. I mean, we had this thing back in my first year. Haha. Ok, so that's a lie. But he saved my life. And I was in love with him. Big brown eyes, going gaga over every step he made. Bloody hell, I gave him a singing valentine. Hahaha. He got tormented for that one for a while. Fred and George still hum the tune around him.
But after fourth year, during the summer, something happened. We bonded, I guess. And with that bonding, I helped him. I held him while he cried over Sirius, and it wasn't like he could do that with Ron or Hermione. Both of them were slowly growing into their own relationship, and dear god, if they don't start snogging sooner or later, i'm locking them in a closet together. You can hold me to that Diary. But back to Harry. He had alot of stuff happen in his fifth year, and I told him that I would be there if he ever needed anyone to talk to. And he took me up on that offer. And then one day, during our lufly angst sessions, we kissed. We were both crying, me because I had just spilled my guts about what had really happened with Tom (not even Mum knows about that) and him because of his Life. Let me tell you, Diary, if I EVER hear anyone talking about how they envy the "boy who lived" I would seriously shoot them in the face. So, we kissed. And it wasn't like him and Cho, although everyone heard about her crying kiss. Boy did we all feel bad for her about that. Heh heh. But it wasn't like that. It was just, perfect, I guess. We were crying, and hugging, and then there was just something else there. And then we started kissing. And then we stopped, looked at each other and just smiled. Something was right. Something in our fucked up lives was actually good.
And it was good. For a long time. We lasted for a year, until the end of my fifth year. Then he broke it off. I was so angry, I almost hexed him. God Diary, never fall for your best friend. I mean, I know it sounds all fine and dandy and what not, but it really doesn't help you. At all. It's just a huge painful experience that you want to forget about when it's done. Nothing good can come from it. Well, I guess there are a few cases that are nice and they work out (much like how Mione and Ron's will work) but it doesn't usually happen that way. And that sucks.
He keeps telling me to find someone new. Here we both are, sitting and barely being able to look at each other. He's staying at the Burrow. It's making me crazy. School starts in about a month, and I can't wait. I can't wait to be out of this house. I'm sick of the sympathy looks I'm getting from Ron and Hermione, and even from my parents. I guess they always hoped that me and Harry would get married or something. Yeah. Then they'd have him as a real son. But oh well. It's not going to happen now. But why is it so hard to think about? It's just, I guess I had always thought we would work too. And then we didn't. And now I'm sitting crying over it all the bloody time.
Except yesterday. I didn't cry yesterday.
Yesterday we went to Diagon Alley to go shopping. That was fun.
I went off on my own, telling my brothers I was going in search of 'womanly' needs, and they ran. Let me tell you, Diary, if you EVER want a boy to leave you alone, just walk up to him and asks him which he prefers, the tampon, or the pad, and they will book it. Works every time. Except if they're gay. Well, sometimes even then.
So I went off on my own, and just looked. I stopped in the quidditch store, and in the book store. And I had a little bit of extra money, won from a bet I made with Ron, so I decided that ice cream sounded lurvely. And it was. Especially what happened to it.
Malfoy was in the shop. Yeah. Aristocrat-nose, himself. He just sat there, eating some fat free wannabe espresso smoothie. Actually, I really have no idea what he was drinking. But that seemed like a Malfoy drink to me. Either that, or something with Cockroach Clusters in it.
The second I had walked into the store, I had felt his eyes on me. I had felt like I was some prey for some giant tiger. Hahahaha. Excuse me diary. Ahahaha. Ah there. Now I'm back. Done giggling. I can't believe I just compared the School Ferret to a tiger. Yeah right.
So he completely slammed on me, espresso smoothie and all. I just sat there. And he just kept talking to me in his annoying little high pitched girly voice (although really not that high pitched...or girly for that matter. Kind of a nice voice. For a dumb stupid head. God I'm being so mature...) What was I saying? Oh yeah. He was just slamming me for being poor and how my robes were ripped. And then I stepped on and ripped his. Then stuck my tongue out him. Boy, I have never seen anyone so angry. So he just stood there blinking at me for a moment, and I ordered a double chocolate ice cream, with extra chocolate toppings. By the time it was finished being made, he was still just staring at me. "Sorry bout that, I just slipped you know," I told him, grinning hugely. I do it with my brothers all the time. "I'm sure Mummy Dearest can mend them for you. Or if not, you can always get a house elf. I'm sure you have one that picks out your clothes." I smiled cheekily and started to turn around, licking the gooey chocolate off the top.
Leaving the store, I had felt pretty awesome with myself. I had just given Malfoy what he had deserved, and had nothing happen in return.
That is what I thought though, of course. Because a few minutes after walking down the street, I heard the most annoying voice. Now, remember how I said Malfoy had a high pitched and girly voice? Well, this one was definitely high pitched and girly. And it belonged to his pug faced girlfriend. God do I hate dumb people. Especially when they're ugly. Ok, I know that is a really horrible thing to say Diary. Completely vain. But when they're stupid, it's just, I feel bad for them. They have absolutely nothing going for them. They could at least be pretty. Then you could at least stare at them when they're talking. Anyway, she chased after me down the road, and I saw my brothers walking towards us with Harry and Hermione. He saw Pansy shreiking and running towards me, and I actually saw him step towards me. Hermione grabbed his arm. Damn her, I would have loved to see him try to rescue me. But that didn't happen, and soon I had the Ugly One screaming in my face about how I had ripped the Sex Gods robes. That's what she called him. I mean, Merlin. I don't get it. What the hell is her problem. Malfoy is just...blah. There's nothing in his airheaded blonde head. And she just called him a sex god! I almost puked up the little bit of chocolate I had eaten. And then she continued on about how I had no money and every other thing that any unoriginal person could think of. "Don't you think I've heard this all before?" I asked her. "I mean, why don't you go ask Sex God over there if he could help you out a little with you're insult issues. You really suck at it."
She looked a bit flabbergasted. "Yeah, well at least..." she stumbled for words, and looked at my baggy robes. "At least I'm not fat!"
I blinked. I stared at her for a few moments. Just like Malfoy had stared at me, really. I couldn't believe her. What was she thinking? How could me, Ginny Weasley, honestly be insulted by something as mere as weight? I mean, I'm not over weight, thank fully, but I wouldn't mind too terribly much if I were. There's nothing wrong with it.
"Are you...blonde?" I asked her.
She looked at me dumbly for a moment, and then touched her dark hair. "No, god. How could anyone be so stupid?"
I blinked again. "I really don't know," I told her and smirked.
Then she did something that just astounds me at her gall. She took my partially eaten ice cream, which I was totally going to finish by the way. Ha...call me fat..yeah right. But yeah. She took my ice cream, and rubbed it in my face. I was just...astounded.
I heard my brothers burst into laughter and I felt my face heating up. She turned, and flicked her should-be blonde hair over her shoulder, and started walking away. I heard someone mumble something, and all of a sudden, her wannabe muggle mini skirt fell down her hips, showing everyone her ugly underwear-clad butt. I burst into howling laughter. Oh man. Let me tell you. Boy, did she have an UGLY butt. But just...ahahahhahaaha. I can't even express how great it was. And everyone else thought it was funny too. Except her, however, who ran running screaming, into the nearest shop. Which just happened to be the Quidditch Supply store, stock full of males. But that just made it all more amusing.
I finally had caught my breath, and turned to look around, wipping chocolate out of my eyebrows, and I saw Malfoy, the stupid bugger, smirking at me, and putting his wand back into his robes.
Yup. That was my interesting day yesterday. It was great.
Oh well, I'm going to take off. No evil demons coming after me this time, right? Good. I really hope not. I'll seriously hurt Harry if anything else happens. But yeah. I am not sure if it was Malfoy that made her skirt fall down, although that would definitely give him a few more points on my list. That was so hilarious.
Ginny
TBC
Authors note: This is dedicated to a special someone in my life. Although that situation is fucked up as of the moment. Sorry for some of the bad language, but its a diary, and i think this is how she thinks. its how a teenage girl thinks anyway. Please review. Don't know when the next one will be out, and I hope you like it :) -----Sailor Gemini