Authors note: This is my new story! I hope you all like it. Please review! And thanks to all my lovely faithful reviewers of 'Are you cross?', 'Watch out world, here come the Marauders' and 'Hogwarts characters biggest secrets'.

The Diary Of A Love-Struck Teenager

September 1st

Okay so I'm on the train, that's why my writing's so wobbly. The gorgeous one is also on the train, we are sharing a train, that is enough to make my heart pump harder and my hands sweat. I haven't even talked to him yet but I've seen him. Well, I saw the top of his head through the crowds. Crowds? I hear you ask. Crowds for the train? Oh yes there normally is crowds for the train but the rest of the platform is empty. Well, empty of girls anyway.

Funnily enough the crowds around the gorgeous one consists entirely of girls. I guess I will have more competition this year. Now that everyone knows he was telling the truth they're all over him. I believed him all along not that it got me anywhere. I'm still no closer to kissing those gorgeous lips, to running my hands through his silky hair, to… well you get the picture.

OMG! Sighting number two at 12:15. He is walking down the aisle, I can't see his face properly because he is looking at my dear brother. I can hear them laughing. God, that laugh is like music. They're right outside my compartment door now, they've stopped. Have they seen me? Are they coming in? Please, please, please let them come in. They are looking down the aisle. They must be waiting for someone.

Hermione has come running up and they are talking eagerly, laughing occasionally. Harry is leaning against the side of the train casually, god he looks so fit! They are moving on, they are leaving and I never said anything to them. They never noticed me. But wait, Harry's turning around, his eyes are staring right into mine. He smiled and then (god this bit is hard to put without fainting) he raised a hand in greeting and now…he's gone. I am having trouble breathing. He waved…at me and he smiled his totally cute smile…at me.

Let me just look at my friends and see if they have noticed. No, they are still discussing the winner of the witch factor or the W factor as it is better known. Don't they know a miracle has just happened in here?

I have just realised! Harry couldn't have come in! There isn't enough room, the whole carriage is full of my friends. Whether that is the reason or not it makes me feel better to know that it wasn't me, there had been a valid reason. I have a sudden urge to go into a different, emptier carriage to see if he would sit with me but I bet they are all full now, besides he will probably have somewhere to sit. Oophs all my friends are looking at me…better see what they want.

They were worried about me, seemed to think I was being 'unnaturally quiet'. I told them I had a headache and they've left me in peace now. I have raised my school skirt a good few inches, McGonagall's going to have a fit but it will be worth it if he notices me. I can't believe that I live with him all school year but all my attempts to get him to notice me have failed. Well by notice I mean notice that I am girlfriend material instead of best-friends-little-sister.

Oh the food trolley has just come around, I didn't have anything. I'm quite proud of myself. After all Harry will never fancy me if I look like a beached whale, no offence to beached whales. My friends look a bit suspicious though.

Oh good! A prefect has just come by to say that we need to get our uniform on. That will distract them for a bit, better put mine on as well though. Be right back.

Okay, my shortened skirt is on and so is my blouse. I have left my cloak off because what's the point of showing a bit of leg if half of it is covered up? I put a little bit of lipgloss on as well and brushed my hair. Overall I don't think I look bad. All I have to do now is bump into Harry…

The train has stopped, more later.

I'm at the feast, approximately 12 feet away from Harry. There are only a few people between us, my hands are so sweaty I can hardly pick up my knife and fork. Dumbledore has made his speech, it was the usual stuff. Harry is eating a chicken leg, I think I will have one of them. Oh Katie's talking to me.

She says that I've been in a funny mood all day and that I've been writing in this book for far too long. She seems to think that it is positively ridiculous to be surrounded by food and yet be writing away in a little book. Well, what does she know about it?

I never thought I would write in a diary again, not after first year but this is the only way I can get my feelings out. Unless I stood on the roof and shouted them at the top of my voice and somehow I don't think Harry will like that. In fact he would probably run a mile…or more.

Katie's asking me if I have finished. I think I have even though all I've eaten is a chicken leg. I don't have an appetite. The only thing I have an appetite for is Harry.

We are in the Dormie now, it's really noisy as everyone is talking and laughing and sorting their stuff out. I want to join in, besides my hand aches. I will write more tomorrow.

I know, I know. I said tomorrow but something so out-of-this-worldly cool has just happened. We went down to the common room and Harry and his friends were there and Harry, yes Harry said

"Hi Ginny, did you have a good holiday?"

To me! He was talking to me! Of course I acted cool like Hermione told me to, I didn't want to seem desperate but inside I was just like OMG. I can't write now I am too emotionally high-strung. (Great phrase huh? I got it off Tonks)