Hi all! Just thought I'd give some conxext to this: basically, it is set during the Chamber of Secrets book, but all the characters are older (about 16). Harry and Ginny have never got together. This might start outa bit harryxginny, but will get more interesting later. Also, I don'town any of the characters or general harry potter franchise (if i did, why would i write fanfiction?)
Cabin3Demigod thanks for my first review, the timetables thing was them discussing the subjects they were taking etc, thanks for flagging it up. I hope you keep reading and enjoy! x
Luckyhai5
Chapter 3
Ginny stared at the diary in amazement, shutting it carefully. Tom.
She knew better than to trust him implicitly, although she did like his curly handwriting. She'd told him her name, and discovered that he, too, was 16. She didn't quite understand why he was inside a book, but he'd evaded that question.
She slipped the diary into her bag. Although she knew better of it, she liked the idea of having a friend in a diary. She wanted to find out more about him; where he was from, what he liked, why he was in a diary. Was it his diary? Mulling over these questions, she headed downstairs for breakfast.
The hall was full of hungry students, talking and laughing loudly. Hermione had saved her a spot on one of the long tables, and Ginny smiled gratefully. Sitting down, she helped herself to some bacon and fried mushrooms, toast and waffles, casting furtive glances over at Harry. He was doing much the same thing. Hermione's many attempts to begin a conversation fell flat, so she got up with Ron to go to class early. Ginny knew that she was talking about them, but she also knew that her brother wouldn't encourage the subject. He had such a one track mind when Hermione was around.
That left Ginny alone at a table with Harry. She offered him a plate of something, not really looking at it. He didn't take any, and she put it back down. "So…" She began, searching for something to say. She nearly told him about the diary, but stopped herself. It could be her secret for now, before she knew more about this Tom. She didn't want everybody else writing in it and scaring him off.
They sat there in awkward silence for a while, looking at each other and then looking swiftly away.
Eventually, Harry began the conversation. "Do you have a free period soon?" He asked. When Ginny replied that she was free last lesson that day, he was thrilled. "So am I. How would you like to go to the tea shop tonight?"
Ginny agreed, and she and Harry spent the next few minutes sorting out the details, before she had to go to class. "See you then." She said to Harry.
He smiled. "Bye."
On her way to class, Ginny's stomach did little flips. He wanted to go out with her tonight! Totally elated, she stopped by the girls' bathroom, sorely tempted to tell Tom about it. There was something so absorbing about knowing that only she could talk to him; a 16 year old boy trapped inside a diary. Quickly, she rushed in and sat inside a cubicle.
'Hello, Tom?' She wrote, half convinced that it had been a dream.
'Hello, Ginny.' The words resurfaced. 'How are you today?'
Ginny took a deep breath, and poised her quill over the page.
'I just got asked out by a really cute boy…' She began.
If Tom could breathe, he would have sighed. No, he would have snarled. Was it not enough that he had to be friendly towards the girl? Must he endure this torrent of juvenile babble and high school drama? He ached to drop the nice-guy act, to spell out words that would shock her, repel her, make her scream; words to bring her horror and slow her beating heart. Words to hurt her. He longed to make her do his bidding; to coerce her, to force her, as he had done with so many others.
Not this time. He had to wait.