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Ookay. So here's the new chapter. Read and enjoy, alright? And shoot me a review if you have any thoughts/suggestions.

June 27: 9:00 A.M.

HERMIONE'S COMING TODAY, HERMIONE'S COMING TODAY! HOOOOORAH!

Thank MERLIN there will finally be another girl in the house besides me. Fleur does not count because she's a prissy stupid Veela and completely incapable of holding a proper conversation. I mean, I know she's gonna be my sister-in-law. And I know she makes Bill very very happy. That is great. And I totally tolerate her!

…But that doesn't mean I have to like having her around.

Ugh ugh all she does is preen all day. You know, like a bloody peacock or something. She seriously PAUSES at anything that has a reflection and just admires herself. It's sickening.

Okay anyways, enough of that. HERMIONE'S COMING IN APPROXIMATELY AN HOUR. So I'm gonna go hop in the shower and change, then clean up my room 'cause she's staying with me, and she always wrinkles her nose and sniffs whenever my room is dirty (which is always). It's downright condescending.

-Gin

Same day, two hours later

Yay! So I have time to write in my journal right now because Hermione's unpacking. It's so GREEAT to have another girl here, really. I mean she's hardly been here for half an hour and she's already talking about making Ron study, which is HILARIOUS. The hold that girl has on my brother. Geez. True love surely is a cruel thing.

Anyways, owls have been coming in steadily in the past couple of days, which is great. Luna's going to be home in a few weeks – she sent me a box of tomatoes today, that sweet girl. And Harry and I… well we've been corresponding again.

And what am I even supposed to say about that anyway? It's just… well it's just little things. Jokes, complaints about that dullness of our lives. Sometimes a story or two (mostly from me, 'cause I've got the twins over here). I mean obviously, it'd be stupid of me to expect any declarations of love or romance, especially after what we discussed at Dumbledore's funeral. So I'm not hoping for anything. I'm really not.

It's just… nice to talk to him again, you know?

… Oh great, now I'm sounding like a misty-eyed little girl. I'm also getting obsessed with writing in you, I reckon. But what else am I supposed to do? Hermione's still color coordinating her wardrobe. After that, she says, she has to arrange her textbooks. She's not even going back to school next year! What the bloody hell does she need textbooks for!

I'm going to go play with Arnold now. And maybe write a few letters, if I have the time. Plus, Dennis Creevey's party is in a week. Still uncertain if I should go. Maybe… I'll drag Hermione along! Brilliant.

-Gin

Same day still, 8:00 P.M.

Oh bugger, Hermione says she really doesn't think she'd want to go to the reunion bash of The Harry Potter Fanclub. I don't know why! She's such a party pooper. I mean, I think it could be tons of fun! Let's see what the invite says:

You are invited to a party at the Creevey residence on July 4 for the reunion of The Harry Potter Fanclub. Join us for an afternoon of fun, games and food, including Dennis Creevey's famous Harry-shaped cookies!

Where: The Creevey Residence! Our floo will have open access that day.

When: July 4, from 12 noon – 5 P.M.

What: We will have a Harry Potter look-a-like contest, a pin-the-Head-Boy-badge on Harry Potter game, Harry Potter themed food and many, many other fun activities!

Come on! Has she even seen or tasted Dennis's Harry-shaped cookies! They're impeccable, I tell you. Look exactly like him and they taste PERFECT. That boy's a genius.

Well if Hermione's going to be difficult and not come to the party, I'll just go alone. Let me see… I wonder if I have any Harry-ish clothes….

-Gin

June 28: 11:00 P.M.

I'm writing now while Hermione's already asleep. Yesterday and today were fantastic – it's just been Hermione, Ron and I having lovely little adventures around the house. We've played quidditch, made picnic lunches, climbed up to the roof and dared each other to go into the attic and disturb the ghoul. We've tested out all of the twins' new products – you know, Hermione may act like she disapproves, but even she finds their dessert lines funny. Like Canary Cremes? Come ON. How could you NOT find that funny!

But all of the fun stuff was kind of overshadowed by a very very disturbing incident today that all started when Mum told us to de-gnome the garden.

Let me tell you about that. And promise not to laugh, alright, Diary? So I was out there with Hermione and Ron, ready to sling gnomes over the fence. But for some reason, none of them were coming out. So we were just sitting there and waiting, and I was eating a peach because I was hungry.

Well… apparently gnomes have a real soft spot for peaches. So this git of a gnome, this wrinkly ugly leathery thing, comes up to me and tries to snatch my peach away! I resist, of course. All of a sudden, his ugly little gnome friends come out of NOWHERE AND TACKLE ME.

DID YOU KNOW GNOMES COULD TACKLE! 'CAUSE I SURE DIDN'T.

Anyways, so I've got A DOZEN gnomes on top of me, making weird hostile noises and they're BITING and CLAWING at me. And Ron, that pratface, is doubled over laughing at me. Hermione's staring at me in shock, as if she doesn't know what to do.

So I just screeched, "YOU IDIOTS, I'M GETTING EATEN ALIVE! DO SOMETHING!"

So Hermione kind of snaps out of her shocked state and grabs her wand (because she's LEGALLY seventeen now, you see) and stuns all of the gnomes. I escaped scratched up, but alive.

It was horrible, horrible! But EVERYONE in the family was laughing at me. Dad reckons I'm the only person he's ever heard of who was attacked by a whole family of lawn gnomes at once. The twins say I'm only attractive to gnomes and that's why they came at me.

Even Mum was trying not to laugh while she applied ointment to my scratches! I've got gashes all over now… it's kind of unattractive.

I'm tired. And kind of sore. And forever traumatized by lawn gnomes. I will NEVER EVER de-gnome a garden again, long as I live. It's dangerous work, you know.

-Gin

June 29: approaching midnight

Not much to report today, actually. It's been the usual around here: Fleur and Bill making googoo eyes at each other, Mum frantic over wedding plans, the twins set something on fire every once in a while, and Hermione and Ron excuse themselves for a lot of, ahem, studying.

Ahah, geez, as if I believe that. Ron would rather face down an army of Death Eaters AND their pet giant tarantulas than actually study (horrors of horrors!) during the holidays. So I really don't know what they're doing in his room all the time with the door closed.

NOT THAT I AM INSINUATING THAT ANYTHING IMPROPER IS GOING ON IN THERE. No not at all, Diary! What do you take me for? Some kind of, of, of, finger-pointer!

I would NEVER ever even be such a gossipmonger!

…Okay so what I'm secretly trying to tell you, Diary is that I think that they're SNOGGING or something in there. But I'm NOT insinuating. I'm just wondering. What the heck can they be doing in there for extended periods of time! It's baffling!

So I've been left out. Bugger. It's always the youngest. Anyway, Mum took pity on me and she says I can go shopping with Hannah Abbott tomorrow. Hoorah! I am actually not dirt poor for once, since I haven't gotten anywhere all summer. So it's almost like I've been saving up! New robes, perhaps?

-Gin

Two minutes later, same night

OH YEAH I FORGOT TO TELL YOU HARRY'S COMING IN A WEEK. Well, he's coming in 10 exactly, I guess. Which is considerably a bit longer than a week, but I'd like to say that it's a week because it makes me happier! Mind you, I'm not… overjoyed or anything, just to let you know, but it's just nice to know that he won't be living in that hellbasket of his aunt's household anymore. Yeah. That's right. It's just healthy concern, that's all. Mmhmm. No latent feelings for Harry Potter whatsoever. I am very much over his noble arse, thank-you-very-much.

…Yes. That's all I had to say. Harry Potter's coming over on July 9th!

-Gin

July 30: 11:30 P.M.

Hello Diary,

I thought I should write in you on the last day of June half an hour before it ends. It just seemed appropriate somehow. You know, I've been writing in you pretty faithfully for… almost 2 weeks now! Not bad, huh? This is the longest I've kept a diary since The Incident from first year. You know the one. I was scared of notebooks in general for a long time after that, but I think I've finally conquered my deathly fear of school supplies.

And besides, I'm not so terrified of Voldie now, you know? A little pissed off at him for making life a whole lot harder, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of making me terrified.

Anyways, enough of that. Hannah and I had a little shopping excursion today! Mum was of course, going ballistic with worry before we even set foot outside of the house. I know it's dangerous, but honestly. She finally let us floo off after making sure that my wand was tucked safely in my robe pocket and telling me, "to just use it regardless of underage laws" if I ever felt threatened. Gee Mum, thanks for encouraging me to break International Wizarding Laws. I really do love her sometimes.

Hannah and I just wandered around Diagon Alley, shopping and chatting. It all sounds rather dreary on paper, I know, but it was glorious. Just to be around people who weren't grieving or stressed over wedding plans was beautiful. We meandered through the shops, laughed at witches with dreadful fashion taste (honestly, there was one in leopard print pumps, a fuchsia skirt and a tight sparkly green top so low-cut it's a wonder she was let out in public!) and stopped for lunch and ice cream.

Hannah's terribly funny, I'd forgotten how much I missed her chatty, lighthearted ways. She has all the latest who's dating who gossip, of course, though I don't really care to divulge any of that here. It would take a looong long time to write it all down, and I don't really care about any of it anyway. It's just fun to listen to her talk about it and laugh at her commentaries.

I bought two sets of nice and bright summer robes – one set in yellow and the other in lime green. Hannah made fun of me, of course. She said I was a walking billboard for all things citrus. I didn't care, of course.

We also visited the twins' joke shop. It was packed with customers – honestly, everyone wants something from there. They didn't have much time to talk to me – too many customers and all – but they did toss me a little pouch of galleons and told me not to tell Ron. I didn't even ask for anything! I promised them I'd help 'em test their latest wares on Ron when we got home; I think it's some sort of temporary hair loss shampoo. In any event, it sounds like it'll be a good laugh for the whole household.

I've been keeping correspondence with Harry, of course. He's doing well, but is very very eager to come over. I wish he'd come sooner. It's so much better when there are more people in the house.

Ugh, I'm going to try to sleep now, despite the fact that Mum and Fleur are practically yelling the wedding plans out downstairs.

"OH MY, zee plan for zee cake looks beautiful!"

-Gin

NOW REVIEW OR I WILL KILL HARRY OFF BEFORE HE AND GINNY CAN GET BACK TOGETHER.