I am always alone when write to Jo. Today I'm in my room with the curtains around my bed drawn. Granted everyone is still at supper so I don't have to worry about being interrupted, but I closed my curtains just in case.

I hadn't written to Jo in a while and I was feeling guilty. Also I needed to skip supper to finish an essay for McGonagall. When I did finish I realized I only had twenty minutes left for supper and it wasn't worth running all the way to the Great Hall for what was left. So here I am in my bed. Alone. I guess it was another compulsion left over from Tom, or was it that I just liked the privacy? Who knows.

*

Jo,

It has been 2 weeks and 3 days since I last wrote to you. Well I guess I should say I wrote to you and he wrote to me. But I have to tell you NOTHING has happened. I was in at that moment so I stupidly let him walk out of my life.

That was probably my only chance to talk to him civilly ever and I just let him walk away. Oh want a coward I am.

I see him in the halls, and he sees me, but it's the same old thing. He ignores me. I try to send him a telepathic message of meet me here or there, but he never gets it. Divination is such a stupid subject any ways.

On another subject, Snape is a jerk. I put an ingredient in literally 5 seconds too late and he dropped my grade by one letter. Ugh! I thought that potions was my best subject, but according to him I 'need to concentrate more on my school work, so I don't end up dropping out like my brothers'. Again JERK. Plus the Fred and George are making sacks fill of galleons.

Ok back to Draco. Oh how I would like to call him that in public. Or at least private. Hehe, oh yes I would love to say it in private to him.

Oh, Jo the other day he was teasing Ron, like usual. You know the no money ugly red hair crap. Well as you have guess Ron came into the common room fuming…

"I can't believe that git"

Hermione oh so smoothly "Ignore him Ron"

"How can I? Did you hear what he said about my family?"

"Yes Ronald, we were all there" Hermione rolled her eyes, I've noticed she only does that to Ron. True love huh? Ok back to the story.

Ron turned to me "If he ever bothers you, you tell me and I'll pulverize him"

Here's the best part, my oh so stupid response. "I don't rise to his bait like you do, Draco doesn't bother me Ron."

Yes I said 'Draco' in public. And not just any public; in front of the trio public. Well it finished just like you imagined. They stopped and stared at me and I oh so smoothly said 'what' and Harry informed me of my naming him. And I responded with Hermione's fear of a name speech and left the room in a pretend huff.

Oh I'm so embarrassed Jo. How could I let his name slip like that? My evasion worked because they haven't brought it up since, though Ron did pay extra attention the next day whenever Draco walked in the same hall as us. But you know thick headed Ron, he gave up after that day and started ignoring me again.

I know I can never have him, but it's fun to imagine. One day it would be fun to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy or Mrs. Harry Potter. But it will never happen so I guess I can just pretend.

Well I can hear the girls coming up that stairs so I must put you away quick,

Ginny

*

Smoothly I placed Jo under my mattress, opened my curtains, and pulled out my potions book.

"I swear if Snape didn't hate Griffs and Weasleys so much you would be his favorite student". I waved off my roommate's comment with a smile and turned the page.

In truth I had already read that chapter and wrote my paper for the week. But secretly I was hoping to move up a year. I knew it wouldn't happen because of my divination scores. In truth it was the only class I skipped. I didn't need it Tom had taught me what I needed to know. I only showed up for the test days and passed them, but my daily grades held beck my over all scores.

"I didn't see you at supper." Susan handed me a sandwich.

"What would I do without you?" Happily I closed my book and took a bite. Not exactly my regular, but it was good still the same.

"Starve" Lucy replied with a giggle.

"Speaking of starving, when is my favorite second mother going to send us a new box of sweets?" Susan, plopped down on the foot of my bed and eyed me.

"I owled her yesterday, so she is probably baking today and going to sent them tomorrow, but that's just a guess" We all looked eagerly at Lucy as she responded. Sure my mom was an amazing cook, but no one could bake like Lucy's mom. We talked about simple things for the rest of the evening and one by one we closed our curtains for bed.

Today was an ok day.