A diary fic, since these seem to be reasonably popular. After HBP, chronicling Ginny Weasley's summer and following school year. Ginny/Harry, naturally. Enjoy, and do review! Thanks. 3

June 19, 1997: late morning or something

Hullo Diary!

So I thought it was time I dragged you out again; haven't seen you in years, huh? Anyhow, I'm back at the Burrow after that dismal end to a school year. I would write about it… but I don't really want to relive it. Merlin, everything's going to be so different now. No school next year! Can you imagine? I wonder what I'll do with all my time. Hopefully I don't take up knitting tea cozies or something.

I don't really know what time it is, and I'm even too lazy to accio over my alarm clock from somewhere in my closet. I think I chucked it in there yesterday morning when it went off. Doubt it still works.

I can hear Mum cleaning dishes in the sink, I think. Bugger. That means that breakfast is probably over. And I'm famished too! Wonder if she saved a few sausages for me? I should go check.

-The Wonderful, Amazing and Talented One (TWATO)

1:30 P.M., same day

Okay so Ron, that git, found my diary and now he's been running around calling me "twat-o!" for the past hour or so. Urgh. What a pain. He's been nearly unbearable since he doesn't have anyone to bother except me. Let's see… everyone else seems to be having a fairly interesting summer, while he and I are holed up at the Burrow:

Hermione (the loooove of his life!) is vacationing in the United States with her parents. She sent me an owl yesterday with two feet of parchment about how they were spending a week alone visiting the largest muggle library in the world. She's nutters, I tell you. Gets out of school and crosses the ocean to bury herself in thousands of books. They're probably all dry history books too, knowing her. The most interesting part of her letter was when she described how she traveled. Her parents wouldn't let her apparate and bring them as side-alongs, so she had to go on this airplane thing, which is a huge empty metal tube that the muggles have fixed up to fly! Can you imagine? It all sounds absurd and very very dangerous; Merlin, everyone knows that apparating is one of the safest ways to travel.

Harry's at his aunt and uncle's, poor boy. He hasn't sent me an owl yet, but he did send a letter to Ron and told him to give me his regards. Hah! His stupid, noble regards. If he doesn't start writing to me before he comes in July, there will be hell to pay. Merlin knows I'm not going to be the one to cave and write to him first.

Also, it's awfully dull around here because the twins are always working! I mean, it's great and all for them because they are just rolling in galleons now. Let me tell you, the other day Fred came home with – get this – new dragon hide boots! And I guess it's a pretty good deal for me too, 'cause the twins like me best and buy me more presents than Ron. It's true. You should hear him whine on about it. The other day they brought me home a new set of summer robes and Ron was sulking for the whole day. He kept pacing around muttering about how it was also the girl who got everything.

Right now, it's just me and Ron in the house 'cause Mum and Bill and Fleur just left for wedding shopping or something. Ugh. I think they're taking me bridesmaids dress shopping in a couple days and that's going to be absolutely ---

Oh my! I just heard a crash downstairs. Gotta go make sure Ron didn't kill himself or destroy any valuables.

-Gin

June 20: sometime after midnight

Okay, so technically it's a new day so I get to write a new date! Hooray. So Ron was mostly fine – he just slammed his forehead into the corner of a cabinet and was cursing profusely when I got downstairs. I mean, bloody hell, I've got to hand it to him. I think he even picked up some French words from Fleur! I'm kind of proud of him.

So after we fixed him up with some ointment I found in Mum's healing cabinet, we went outside and practiced quidditch for a bit. It's a little dull when there's only two people – it feels like you're just passing a quaffle back and forth. But I guess I've got to keep honing my skills. I do want to play quidditch again whenever Hogwarts reopens. Soon, I hope. I miss it already.

After that, I went upstairs and wrote a letter to Hermione, telling her about all of Ron's idiotic mistakes this summer. He's going to kill me, but it'll be worth it. Then I amused myself by cutting out pieces of colored paper and gluing them in odd shapes to make cards for Luna. I wrote her a quick note in one and sent it off. She's searching for Wallomping Ribbits or something in Peru with her father. I hope she at least thinks that she's found them.

Mum and Bill and his bride-to-be came home right before supper. Mum, with her magical cooking skills, whipped up mashed potatoes and steak for us, mostly because Bill is really into red meat now. His scars don't look so bad, actually, now that they're mostly healed. To tell you the truth, from far away, they just kinda make him look rugged. Guess it's those Weasley good looks, hah hah.

I made strawberry tarts after supper. Three dozen to be exact. I think Ron ate them all, that git.

I'm tired. Goodnight!

-Gin