February 18, 1999, 7:24 P.M.
Hello Diary, my name's Ginny Molly Weasley - Ginny's short for Ginevra, if you're wondering. Not Virginia. Everyone I know think's it's Virginia, but it's not!
Well, if I continue on that subject I'll find myself rambling non-stop - I've been known to, just ask any of my six brothers. Or my brother Ron's two best friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. I mean, I don't always ramble about my name, I mean, my brothers all know my name of course, and Hermione and Harry have been told by Ron and me.
Oh, oops. I've started rambling, haven't I? I'm sorry, Diary, I'll get to more... uh... well, something besides the subject of rambling about rambling.
Let's see... Ok, I'll start at the beginning. I probably wouldn't own you, and I wouldn't have dared to, while I was at Hogwarts. Confused? Well, you see, I had a bad experience with an enchanted diary in my first year. I don't think I can tell you now, it was only seven years ago, I still can't talk about it that well. I'll probably gradually tell you over the years - well, if I keep you that long.
I'll try to! Although, if my brothers have anything to do with it, they'll probably get a hold of you and do... something, I dunno what. Sometimes I think they're the overprotective types, then I think they're annoying prats that would rather embarrass than protect me. You know what I mean? Probably not.
Anyway, I wouldn't even touch a diary in Flourish and Blotts. Actually, I wouldn't touch a diary, PERIOD. That is, until Hermione took me to Muggle London and a really neat book store. I was just innocently looking through the fascinating books in the Young Adult section, when I stepped on you. Sorry about that. Anyway, I picked you up, thinking you fell off the shelf, and opened you up. You know what I saw? Blank off-white pages with lines across for writing on, a flower-petal frame around it, and a pretty fluffy white cat in the right corner. I knew you were a Diary, but, you were a Muggle Diary, so, I didn't really figure you would have any Dark Wizard memories trapped in you. Actually, if you had it would have probably been a witch, unless the wizard like flowers and kitties...
Heh, heh. I have to go for now Diary, Mum's calling me for dinner... it's kind of lonely, now. Fred, George, and Ron have moved out now, so now it's just me living here. Oh, I'll tell you all about them either tomorrow or after dinner tonight.
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February 19, 9:32 A.M.
Hi again Diary! You know, if I'm going to talk to you every day, I really should give you a name. How about... er... I'll be right back in just a second, I want to find this book with names and meanings of them I bought at the Muggle book store!
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February 19, 9:40 A.M.
That took just a few minutes longer than I thought, but I found you a good name! It fits! Or, I hope it does. Selma. Do you like it? It means 'divine protector' in German, 'fair, just' in Irish, 'divinely protected' in Scandinavian, and 'secure' in Arabic.
Ok, so, Selma, I was going to tell you about my family and friends, right?
... Right! I remember, it says so on the page before this one!
Ok, first of all... hm... Mum? What can I say about mum... she... well, she has a temper but is there when any of us need her even if she blows up at us about it... she cooks well...
Ok, that's basically all I can think of for Mum, onto Dad. He loves Muggles. He's absolutely giddy that I bought you and the other Muggle book I bought. I forgot what he said about it, but it made me laugh...
Onto... uh... anyone I think of...
How about Ron? Ok, yeah, Ron. He's Harry Potter's best friend! Can you believe it?! My brother is best friends with the Boy Who Lived (And Then A Year Ago Defeated Everyone-Knows-Who)! Oh, but this is not time to talk about Harry. This is time to talk about Ron. He is thick in the head, or at least, that's what he seems to want everyone to think. And believe me, everyone does think it.
Last year, he and Hermione got married. They had only been out of school a year, and they already got married! Jeez. Well, at least they FINALLY got a clue - or, no, wait. RON finally got a clue, and got up the guts to ask her. Oh, this was after they had been BF/GF for over a year.
Now, should I say stuff about Harry or skip him and tell about the rest of my brothers and save him for last...? Hm...
Oh hell, I'll tell you about him now. He is... amazing. I'm sorry, I'm probably going to go on rambling about him, so brace yourself, ok, Selma? ... I must have lost my mind, you're a book, you can't brace yourself...
Okay, where was I? Oh yes. He's amazing. And I don't mean the whole 'Boy Who Lived' crap, either. I mean his personality. How he handles himself, you know what I mean? And his green eyes, so... beautiful and intense. He can be a bit on the annoying side at times, but really, who is so perfect that they are never annoying? No one, that's who! I even find my best friends annoying at times. Well, actually, a lot of the time.
Speaking of my friends, I'll tell you about them now that I've found an interlude for my ramble about Harry. Ok, my friends, in what order... youngest to oldest, oldest to youngest...? Eh, I'll just go by oldest to youngest.
Lysander Menachem: Was in Hufflepuff. He was a jokester - he admired my brothers, Fred and George, a lot.
Vondra Gibor: Was in Ravenclaw. She was Lysander's girlfriend - I think they're planning on getting married next year.
Colin Creevey: Was in Gryffindor. He was the photographer - and most of the time, he was happy, so he got along really well with Lysander.
Luna Lovegood: Was in Ravenclaw. She was... weird. A lot of people called her 'Loony Lovegood'. And I admit, I might've once or twice myself...
Intisar Dezere: Was in Slytherin. So what if I made friends with a Slytherin while I was in Gryffindor? She was a good person when she wanted to actually show it - unlike some Slytherins I could mention...
And finally, Keawe Mamo: Was in Ravenclaw. He was... shy and sweet. He was my boyfriend last year, but then he and Intisar met. Let's just say, in a couple months there's gonna be a baby shower.
I got to go, Selma, Ron and Hermione are here, for lunch. Oh, I think I hear Harry's voice, too! Well, I guess I'll finish telling you about the rest of my family LATER, probably after my brother and sister-in-law and friend leave.
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February 19, 3:45 P.M.
Oh... my... GOSH!! (excited squeal) I am going to be an Aunt, Selma! 'Mione's pregnant!! Gt to go, Selm, can' wirte till lter! Gotto go visit themmore! I AM SO EXICTED!! I CAN'T STOP MESSIN UP, SORRY, I'LL FIX IT LTER, I CANNOT BELIEVETHIS! EEEEEE!!
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February 19, 4:30 P.M.
I just realized something, Selma. It doesn't have anything to do with the exciting news or anything. And actually, I realized a couple things tonight. I think I might relay the nights events to you, from what I can remember. Ok, let's see...
I set my Muggle diary, Selma as I call her (I'm going to refer to you not as if I'm talking to you, ok, Selma? Just in case my peeping children ever read this... well, if I ever do have peeping children, that is), down on my desk, and stood up, stretching out my sore back. I had been sitting there for a while, writing about... stuff. Well, after I heard my back, legs, and arms crack like I had been sleeping curled up on a piece of furniture for a day, I walked to my door and then walked downstairs where I could hear conversations going on between my parents and brother, sister-in-law, and friend.
As soon as I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug from Hermione - who else? "Her... mione... can't... breathe... AIR..." I gasped, I mean, what else could I do? I was being choked to death by a "friendly" hug! She did as requested, and I found it strange that when I looked at her face, she had a bright beaming smile and a waterfall of tears cascading down her face.
"I'm sorry Ginny, but... oh, it's so wonderful!" she cried happily, and I blinked in confusion at her. She wasn't normally so bubbly. In fact, usually, she was Ms. Be-Serious-Or-Face-The-Consequences. Well, a lot of the time, anyway.
"What's so wonderful?" I asked her, STILL blinking in confusion. What was she getting at, I HAD wondered. More bubbly-sobbing-ness from 'Mione, for about fifteen minutes - ok, more like only five minutes, but with a bubbly-sobbing-pregnant person (I didn't know that at the time, though, of course), it seems to take an eternity - and then she FINALLY answered me.
"I can't tell you, yet. You have to find out with everyone else. Sorry, Ginny!" she chirped, then skipped into the kitchen, where everyone else obviously was. So, blah, blah, blah, next I found myself walking towards the kitchen, but then I found a hand gripping my shoulder lightly holding me back. I could hear my parents' voices and Ron's (I already knew Hermione was in there, of course) coming from the kitchen, so I automatically knew who THIS was.
And as if on cue, my heart leapt to my throat! I should have figured it out, but I didn't, yet. Turning around, I saw - what a shock! - Harry Potter, looking slightly down at me (He's always been a bit taller than me, you know of course) with a smile on his face. (Oh, that's right, Selma! He smiles a lot more now! And is so handso - on with the story!) "Hi, Ginny." he greeted, and I looked into his emerald eyes, almost immediately losing myself in them.
"Hi..." I murmered lamely. What a wonderful greeting, Ginevra Weasley. "... Harry." I decided to finish my lame sentence. It sounded so much better when he said it.
I mean, when he said it, only with my name, not his. That would be weird.
He laughed slightly at my hesitation, and looked in the direction of the kitchen. "What do you think they're going to say? Must be pretty big and exciting, to get Hermione all worked up like this."
I just found myself nodding mutely. (I think that was when I realized the first thing I realized tonight. I still had that stupid crush on Harry!)
When I hadn't replied to him, he looked back at me in a bit of confusion. And, I just bet my face was completely and totally RED, of course, because he blinked in even more confusion. (I can't believe what happens... oh sorry, getting ahead of myself, sorry...) "Ginny? Are you ok?" he started, turning back fully around to me. And, of course, just like before, my stupid face goes EVEN STINKING REDDER! What, am I an eleven year old again? I had thought, trying to get myself to actually open my mouth and speak to him. "Are you sick? Your face looks hot..." he asked, continuing from where he left off. And you know what that had sounded like to my ears at that moment?
... it sounded like he said that I was 'hot', so my face goes even redder... ([bangs head against wall]) which, resulted in him asking once more if I was ill.
Which, in a sense, I kind of was.
"... er, n-no Harry, I'm... I'm just fine... I just..." I stuttered, inwardly cursing myself. It was a good thing I didn't have my wand with me at the moment, or I would've Avada'd myself. "I... just... yeah, I wonder what their news is?" I decided that the best course of action would be to change the subject.
Harry, unfortunately, was too caring.
He walked up to me - which, of course, made my stomach do a flip-flop - and pressed the inside of his wrist to my forehead. "Are you sure you're okay, Ginny? You're burning up." he inquired, making me blink and feel my forehead for myself. And, he was right.
Duh, I was burning up because I was near him!
"Yes, Harry, I am fine sure I'm, me believe, okay?" I managed, then looking at his raised eyebrow, I realized what I said and tried again. "I'm mean, I... uh, I mean, really I not worry Harry don't you fine I'm sick have to me about am. AH! I mean, I am fine, Harry, you don't have to worry about me, really, I'm not sick."
He then stepped closer to me, smiling sexily, and bent his face near mine. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, and I felt my heart flutter at his deeper tone. Then he bent farther forward and kissed me and I...
Oh, who am I kidding, that not what happened at all!
([rewinds back to after I said 'I'm not sick']) Harry continued to look at me funny, then blinked, and shook his head. "Well, if you say so, Gin." he shrugged, then turned in the direction of the kitchen, for a moment, then turned his face back to me, grinned, and motioned in that direction. "Shall we, milady?" he asked, in a silly sounding fake French accent. ([sighs and smiles in a silly manner])
"Why, that's an absolutely fabulous idea, Monsieur." I chirped in an equally silly faux (Um, that is the right word and spelling, right? ... [laughs nervously]) French accent, as I held out my hand haughtily, pretending to be someone rich and important. "Lead the way!" He laughed at my completely bizarre acts, took my hand, and began leading me towards the kitchen.
"You know this is ridiculous, right? It's just to your kitchen." he laughed, looking back at me, and despite my earlier embarrassment, and crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, making him laugh more.
"So what? I just so happen to like being ridiculous every once and a while! And I thought you did too, Mr. So-Serious-All-of-A-Sudden-Potter." I retorted, but then realized that didn't make sense. He wasn't being serious all of a sudden, he was laughing.
"What do you mean, I'm serious all of a sudden!" he chuckled, then he did something unexpected. He jerked me forward with the hand I was holding, making me get flung forward and collide right into him. And, you may be thinking, since he had been turned away from me, into his back, but ohh no. I found myself squished up against his chest, staring with wide eyes up into his face, which I hadn't really noticed before was slightly red. He opened his mouth to continue what he was saying, but then snapped it shut, and just stared at my face.
I bet my face was redder than my hair. I just bet.
Now, if you think that we just stayed there, me in his arms, staring into each other's eyes, romantically, you're wrong. Oh, but, believe me, I would have rather that happened.
"Ginny, Harry! What's taking you two so long?! Get in he-" Ron, being the git he is sometimes, walked from the kitchen, and as soon as he saw us in that position, his ears turned pink and his eyes widened. "Oh, uh, s-sorry. I, er, I didn't mean to... erm, I didn't mean to just, uh, barge in on... your... Oh never mind, you know what I mean! So, when did this start?" he inquired suspiciously, crossing his arms and walking towards us with a half accusatory half excited look on his face.
Ohh, ok, so, he wasn't that calm about it, but that was pretty muchly how it was.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" was his real reaction after he stuttered his apology. "My best friend and little sister together, and they don't even tell me?!"
My face was crimson - half from embarrassment and... oh, okay, it was more than half embarrassment, and less than half anger. Pushing myself away from Harry, I stormed up to Ron, my fists balled, and hit him upside the head. "You're a real idiot, Ron! IF Harry and I were together - which are definitely not - we would tell you, you know that!" I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him, then storming into the kitchen. Really! He actually thought that Harry and I were together and didn't tell him! He's honestly lost his mind.
As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I found Mum, Dad, and Hermione staring at me. I thought my other brothers were going to be here? Oh well, never mind. I thought, sitting down at the table, trying to ignore their stares. But, do you know how hard ignoring suspicious looks is!?
"Did I hear Ron say something about... you and Harry, together?" Hermione inquired, and I looked up at her in slight annoyance. And my 'slight' annoyance increased when I saw the slight smirk on her face.
"He jumped to conclusions." I snapped, feeling like doing something to wipe that smirk off her face, but I really didn't want to, I just... oh forget it, it's obvious what I mean.
"Hm." her smirk switched to an all-knowing smile, as Ron and Harry sauntered back in, and took seats, both with pink tinged faces.
After a while of just sitting around, eating silently, Mum broke the silence. "So? What is it the news that you wanted us all to hear?"
I looked directly at Ron and Hermione who were sitting across from me and Harry, nodding my head and grinning at them. "Yeah, the last time you made us do this, you were announcing that you were getting married." Harry said from beside me, and when I glanced at him for a second, I noticed that he was also grinning at the two.
At that point, Hermione, once more in her bubbly-sobbing state, smiled in joy. "Well, it's just as... as wonderful! I... I'm pregnant!" she turned to Ron, and threw her arms around his neck, but still managing to look around at all of us.
Mum, Dad, Harry and I stared at them in happy shock. "Oh my gosh, congratulations! How far along?!" I was the first to find my voice, and when I did, the first thing that came out was a squeal; what I said in that squeal, I am sure only Mum, Hermione and I understood.
"Two months!" Hermione squealed back in similar fashion. The rest of the conversation continued on like that, or, it did until Harry, Ron, and Dad (Mum had already joined the conversation, of course) cut into it, then it became more normal.
And I believe that's when I realized the other thing I realized tonight. [sighs in a melancholy way] I think I'll never have a husband and kids... oh, don't look at me like that, Selma! ... Not that you can look at me, being a Muggle diary and all... But, I really think it's true, I really, truly think that I'll never have a life. A life where I have a husband and kids, that is. I mean, I already have a life and all...
Oh forget it, I've got to go to dinner Selma, probably not going to write in you again until tomorrow. Bye.
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February 19, 7:50 P.M.
Selma, I DON'T EVEN HAVE A JOB!!
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AND IF I DON'T HAVE A JOB, HOW CAN I GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS!?!
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TALK TO YOU TOMORROW!!
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A/n: So... er... heh, heh, this is my first HP fan-fic! It's pretty obvious, isn't it? [sigh] Not very good, right? Sorry if the characters seem somewhat OOC. And, all flames will be given to my cousin, CiaHottie, because she is a flame demon. All constructive criticism will be appreciated, as will complements! Review, please! OH! And, before I forget...
Disclaimer: Now gee, do I, Serap-89, own Harry Potter? I don't think so. If I did, do you think I would be writing FAN-FICTION!? But, I do own some characters that appear in this fic...
REVIEW PLEASE! [smiles pleadingly]