A/N: This is just a silly story with no plot (when do I ever have plot?) dedicated to 'snowbabyjoe'. I rather like being referred to as 'authoress', I must say. So, for you Snow, I wrote this awful piece of mockery to literature. Enjoy. It has nothing to do with my other two stories, by the way.
-Rose
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The Inner Workings of One Ginevra Weasley
Dear Diary,
This is the first diary I have written in since a certain...incident...in my first year. A friend of mine, Hermione Granger, gave me this as a present on my fifteenth birthday. When I saw what it was, I had every intention of chucking it at her head...repeatedly; but she quickly (if you know Hermione, you'll know what I mean by quickly)explained that she was trying to help and that when we shared a room at Grimmauld Place, she heard me mumbling in my sleep, thus finding out about my nightmares that have taken place since aforementioned incident. She said, "Ginny, you need to write in another diary so that you can start to accept what happened and begin the healing process by showing you have no fear of it." Thanks, Dr. Granger, but no thanks. When I responded as such, I earned quite a glare from her and decided to give it a shot. Well, not so much decided as threatened to every inch of my life if I didn't try it. So here I am trying. Let's see, I can start off by describing what's going on, I guess. Well, Voldemort is active and Harry's life is in mortal peril. Oh yes, this is quite new, is it not? Harry? In danger? No...never would've suspected. I have just been told, by Dr. Granger herself, that the sarcastic remarks are not necessary, I apologize. I should get my biscuit now, for behaving and such. Wait...Hermione, stop reading this, this very instant. First she forces me to write in the damn thing and then gives me no privacy in doing so. Brilliant... Anyways, I'm sitting here in the Common Room, in my favourite chair. It's my favourite because it's the closest to the fire. Well, that and that I have an unobtrusive view of where Harry, Hermione, and Ron usually sit...but let's not mention that to anyone, yes? Okay then. On to that subject though. Harry. In my old "diary" I wrote very much about Harry. And any time I'm ever introduced into conversation, I usually end up bringing him into it. But that's old news. I've 'given up' on Harry. Understand this, though: Just because I've given up on him, doesn't mean I've given him up. Confusing I know, but look at it from my perspective. Harry's known me for nearly five years now, right? He's never showed one inkling of interest and I really have stopped hoping for him to. (That's where the 'giving up' part comes in, for the not-so-bright.) Besides, Harry really just needs friends right now, I think. Not to say that if, by some miracle, he were to show interest all of a sudden, I wouldn't jump on the chance. Screw that, I'd jump on him... No, bad Gin, stop that. I've mentally slapped myself, I'm back to rational thinking. But I've made real progress since 'giving up' on Harry. I promise to stop putting that in quotes now. But back to my progress; I've actually had real conversations with Harry that don't include any part of me stuck in margarine, me turning into a human tomato, or rambling on and on about how "Tom made me do it." after having been rescued by Harry from a bloody basilisk that I has set loose in the school, nearly killing good friends of mine, including one of Harry's best friends... This time I gave myself a mental kick in the arse, so I should be good for a bit longer than last. Oh, I have Astronomy, I'm going to be late! And yet I'm still writing in this thing...
-Ginny
A/N2: Next chapter to be updated quite soon, almost immediately in fact, if people seem to like this.
-Rose