Whoo! Longest chapter yet. Are you proud of me? Because you should be. This was nearly a full 6 pages on Microsoft Word, good lord. Aaah… I'm so excited. Harry's almost coming to the Burrow… I expect that will happen either in Chapter 8 or 9… but it is VERY soon. It's going to be fun to write – and I'm sure it's what everyone is waiting for. See? I got this chapter up EARLY... which is great. The next one… well I'm fairly busy this week, so I don't know when I can get it up by. But I'm shooting for Saturday or Sunday… which is nice, because it means that I'm updating twice a week, which is fairly regular. It's all for you guys, so be THANKFUL.

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July 5: 8 A.M.

Oh Merlin, Luna just flooed in. Not that I don't love that girl to death, because I do, you know. But really, it's rather EARLY to be flooing in through people's fireplaces, waking them up and bouncing around the room cheerfully to inspect for mutated flobberworms. I swear, even prim and proper Miss Hermione Granger cursed and threw a pillow at her. Despite everything though, I am glad she was able to come over earlier than we had previously planned. She's only staying a night though, silly girl. Then she's coming back next week. Can you imagine? Me, Luna, Hermione, Ron and Harry living under one roof! It will be ridiculous.

Well, now she's tuckered herself out with the flobberworm inspection and is sleeping on my bed. Sprawled out like the crazy little angel she is. Hermione's asleep too… but once I get up I can't go back to sleep so I just decided to write to you.

Oh… I think I see Hedwig flying in from the distance! Yeah… she's bringing a letter.

Dear Gin:

What! You were kicked out of the Harry Potter Fanclub party? Are you just not a good enough fan or something? Kidding… kidding. Anyways, what did that poor girl ever do to deserve your wrath, anyway? I really would like to know what she said. Tell me. Now. Or face my wrath when I come. –Harry

Hmm… What am I supposed to say to that, anyway? "Well Harry… you see I just poured that punch over the girl's head because she was being a stupid little slag and going after you even though I obviously still claim you as mine." I imagine that'd go over wonderfully. Not at all awkward. Har, har. I wonder if you get sarcasm, Diary, I really do.

Well here goes the letter writing part of my day … and yes, I only write to Harry regularly now! Don't look at me like that… there's no reason for me to write to anyone else.

Dear Harry:

Bring on your measly wrath… it can never compare to mine. I am eagerly awaiting your arrival at the Burrow… You're staying for the full month before the wedding of zee century, are you not? It'll be fantastic – I think I'd go mad if I were stuck here with Hermione and Ron (who ignore me a lot) and Fleur and her snotty family for a whole month. You will be my indentured servant. Sounds fun, doesn't it? –Gin

Ookay. I'm going to go entertain Luna now. She's really excited about her current knitting project (her oven is about halfway done) but she needs some help on a couple stitches. I think we're going to trek up to the attic and grab some more balls of yarn. I'll introduce her to Arty, our ghoul. He's mostly harmless, and I think he and Luna will get along famously.

Love,

Gin

Noon, same day

Hoorah, it's almost lunch and already I feel like I've had a full day. Which is quite rare, let me tell you. Mum and Fleur have been going mad already… they've just started on Fleur's dress and she's fussing because she's afraid it won't be done in time. Come on… Madame Malkin can be trusted. There are apparently a million things to order, a million people to invite and they are both running on very short fuses. Poor Bill and Dad have become workoholics, just coming home for meals.

They're terrified, I tell you. I don't blame them. The other day, Fleur threw a tantrum because Bill hadn't ordered the right number of flowers. He had ordered 5 dozen instead of 6 dozen roses. She actually threw a vase at his head and called him a "'orrible fiancé… if you really loved me, you would 'ave remembered!" She was sobbing for hours. It was awful.

And that's only one of many small episodes. Right now she's crying because I didn't seal some of the envelopes correctly. I've decided just to ignore her. Honesty, I mean honestly… Does anyone really care if I licked the envelope from left to right or right to left? Does it matter?

Anyways, Luna and I were knitting this morning. Hermione even joined us… she said she needed to make a few more caps for SPEW, and I wisely opted not to say anything. Ron, however, being the dense git that he is, mocked her and now he's covered in boils. Hah, Ron.

Then we went into the yard to search for Pollywhigs. I'm not sure what they're supposed to look like, but all I had to do was hold an empty jar while Luna stalked around with a net and swished it at nothing.

Ooh, and then we went back inside for snacks and guess what? Owls came! Harry sent back a reply… the usual, the usual, promising to keep me entertained and outlining our plans to get Hermione and Ron together, yada yada… but here's the most interesting part! Ooh, Diary, you will be thrilled with this piece of juicy gossip.

Luna got an owl from Neville! He sent her a lumpy package of something and a long, long letter. Honestly, he was never one for writing essays, but he definitely compensated by writing Luna a looong letter. It was four sheets of parchment, front and back!

I asked her what it was about, and she turned beet red and muttered something about "just catching up" and grabbed the package off the table, holding it behind her back. Hermione and I tried to snatch it from her, but she wouldn't give up. Anyways, she ran out of the kitchen and locked herself in the loo to read her letter and open her precious parcel, whatever it is. Hermione and I have been speculating as to what exactly is going on between Neville and Luna, and how we ever missed it.

"Honestly," Hermione just said. She's fretting a lot, by the way. Wringing her hands, furrowing her brow – the whole shebang. I guess that's what happens when you're the biggest know-it-all and you still don't know something. "Neville and Luna? I never would've guessed. I mean, there's obviously something going on between them… you saw her reaction. She blushed! Which by definition means that she's hiding something from us. Now if we could only wriggle the information out of her. They're carrying on some sort of a relationship – but for how long? And couldn't she at least share the details?"

Ah… Hermione. She's so smart, but underneath it all, she's just like the rest of us girls. She still craves the juicy gossip. Anyways, I think we've decided to go sit in front of the loo door and yell at Luna 'til she spills all. Wish me luck!

-Gin

July 6, 12:30 A.M.

So Luna, being the darling little nutter that she is, refused to tell Hermione and I anything until midnight because that's when the "eavesdropping Wiggers are asleep, and that's when I can tell you." So I've had to wait until now to hear anything whatsoever.

We're camped out in my room on the floor – honestly, it is such a girly sleepover. I'm a little appalled, but it's funny. Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood, dressed in bunny pajamas, painting each others' nails and gossiping about boys. Who would've guessed?

It's been quite fun though… I can't help but think that maybe I've been missing out a bit. We retired to my room at about nine with a couple Celestina Warbeck records and a lot of junk food. Chocolate frogs, hot chocolate with marshmallows, you name it… we've got it. It's awfully useful to have Hermione around too, 'cause she's 17 and can perform reheating spells on everything.

I think Ron's a little put out that he's not included, but Hermione yelled at him to leave us to our girl's night, and he just sulked and walked away. She's the only one who can tell him to do anything besides Mum. It's amazing, really.

We listened to Celestina for a bit, cranked up loud 'cause I knew it would annoy Fleur to death. Mum knew what I was doing too. She poked her head in once to tell me that I needed to turn it up a little louder so she could hear it from the kitchen. Then she winked at us and handed us a plate of ginger snaps. I love my Mum.

I do think the three of us have been devoid of any girly rites for too long, because we took to this little sleepover thing with quite a bit of enthusiasm. It's a little embarrassing, really. If it ever gets out that we all danced about and sang along to Celestina, I swear… I will Bat-Bogey Hex someone to the grave. We also ate far too many sweets – even Hermione! Shocking, I know, especially since her parents are those muggles who fix teeth… what are they called again? Oh yes, dentists. Well apparently she's deprived at home, because she ate a whole box of chocolate frogs by herself! Not that I'm one to speak… I had like five Sugar Quills. Luna apparently prefers plain muggle candy, even though she's a witch. Pureblood too, I thought. Thank Merlin Hermione was able to sneak some muggle candy from home here. She's got those nice lollipop things and lots of fruit bursts or something. Luna has been eating them by the handful.

Then Hermione came up with the idea of doing each other's hair, makeup and nails. I swear, that girl is just full of surprises tonight!

So here we are… it's past midnight and we're all done up with curled hair and bright lipstick and painted nails. Isn't that silly? Hermione's nails are sensible, of course… something muggle called a French manicure. Oh I forgot to say… we painted our nails the muggle way instead of with a charm! It's a bloody pain, I think, but Hermione insisted that it was more fun. Fun my arse. I had to sit there for nearly half an hour blowing on my fingertips. My nails are pretty though… bright red, which I suppose would make Mum call me a scarlet lady. Har har. Luna's nails are… well she picked a different color for every nail and it looks… it looks interesting. And very very Luna-esque. I really don't know what else to say.

So the gossip session's just started, and I had to pull you out so I could record our little sleepover. At first, Hermione and Luna didn't want me to, but I promised it was just my secret diary and no one else would read it.

So.

Here goes. I would call it a transcript, 'cept I'm far too lazy to write everything down, so it's just a summary of everything that we're all admitting to.

Ginny, Luna and Hermione: Secret Information Revealed at Our Sleepover

Luna: Our little Miss Lovegood has confirmed that yes, she is pursuing a relationship with Mr. Longbottom. When asked how this came about, she revealed that they had started speaking way back during her fourth year when she asked him to tutor her in Herbology. They have been good friends since, and Miss Lovegood admits that she thinks that Mr. Longbottom is an extremely nice and respectful boy –

Hermione's looking over my shoulder and she says I should become a journalist someday. Thanks, Hermione! Stop reading now!

-And that she (she blushes here) fancies him quite a bit. They've gone on quite a few adventures together – he's come with her on her weird creature searches. He just asked her out a few weeks ago, in fact. They "picnicked" on her roof while catching Hurffle Flies and he kind of stammered out something about "being his girl." Aw. That is so sweet, isn't it? Anyways, Miss Lovegood has quite the dreamy look on her face right now. And the package he just sent her today was a rock he had painted for her to look like a pineapple and also a pair of earrings shaped like carrots that he found Merlin-knows-where.

She seems to think they are quite romantic gifts. Hermione and I are not quite sure, but we are being supportive.Actually, Hermione and I just gave each other a look. A look that means "I think it's terribly adorable that they're in love, but honestly… a painted rock?"

Anyways now we are trying to extract information from Hermione about Rooon…. My BROTHER, I know. It's absolutely disgusting. But I can't help Luna out with this unless my hands are free… So I'll tell you all the details later! I promise.

-Gin

3 A.M., same day

Hermione's currently hiding in my closet and refuses to come out. All she would admit when we kept pestering her about her obvious love for Ron (oh come on… remember how she acted with that whole Lavender fiasco!) is that he's a "very good friend." Right. And my Mum and Dad are too.

"How about Lavender?" Luna baited, trying to get a rise out of Hermione.

It kind of worked. Hermione kind of bristled and glared at her. "She was a slag. A complete and total idiot. She didn't deserve Ron."

"Well, what kind of a girl does deserve Ron?" I prodded.

"A nice, intelligent girl who will stick by his side. Someone who sees him as more than a snogging partner – honestly, he and Lavender had no tact whatsoever, snogging in the middle of the Common Room! It made me sick…"

Anyways, that's all she'd do – rant on and on about Lavender's failings. Then we kept asking her and she was tight-lipped, so we started tickling her. Somehow, she escaped and is now currently in my closet. Maybe we'll have better luck when Harry comes.

… Oh shit. I apparently said that last line aloud, because Luna just asked, "What was that about Harry, Ginny?"

And Hermione piped in, from inside the closet, "Yes, Ginny. Why don't we talk about Harry instead?"

Oh bugger, I do not like where this is going.

I'm going to take a cue from Luna and hide in the loo now.

Bye!

-Gin

3:30 A.M., same day

I am currently in the loo while Hermione and Luna bang on the door and demand that I explain myself. Oh Merlin… it is far too late for this. I'm falling asleep… It's almost dawn. I need my sleep! And I can't fall asleep in the loo, so I'll just have to wait those two out.

"There's NOTHING going on between Harry and I!" I think I've screamed that about a dozen times or so, but each time, they respond with new comebacks. Honestly, those two girls are too smart for their own goods.

"Right, there's nothing going on," Hermione just said. "That certainly explains the fact that you've been owling him every two minutes."

…Hey how did she know that! …Okay, so Hedwig's been flying in a ridiculous amount. And maybe I'm writing a letter to Harry at this moment. Maybe. But that doesn't mean I've started fancying him again or anything, because that would be ridiculous.

Ahem. Right.

Dear Harry:

I know it's bloody three o'clock in the morning, but I am bored to death because your darling best friend Hermione has locked me in the loo. She apparently wants me to divulge some kind of secret love affair, but as I have no information to share, she's keeping me in here 'til I come up with something. This is all your fault, you know. I mean, I know you avada'ed our relationship to be noble, to protect me, blah blah…But if you hadn't broken up with me, at least I'd have something to tell her. But alas, my love life is sadly barren and gossip-less. Look what you have reduced me to, Harry Potter. Shame on you. So write back promptly (yes, even if you are sleeping) and amuse me for a bit. –Gin

…I know, I know… I shouldn't be bringing up our relationship again because it will just open old wounds or something… but I don't know. It's hard to just tiptoe around it, isn't it? And Harry'll be here in three days anyway, so we've got to face it sometime. Alright. I've just sent that letter off. Now I'm just in here waiting for Hedwig to fly through the bathroom window and listening to Hermione and Luna try to prod me into saying something self-incriminating.

Hah! As if that will happen. What've I got to tell them, anyway? It's not as if I'm pining after Harry anymore or anything.

-Gin

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