Why did he call me Hermione? Ginny Weasley found herself thinking, late one night.
She had, since the shower scene, avoided Draco's taunting eyes and doing everything she could not to listen to his drawling voice or to let the shower prank affect her. But even she could admit, even if only inside, that it had. He was probably amused by her school girl crush, how, after all, could a girl love someone she didn't know. She didn't know how, but she did. It was probably the fact that she couldn't have him, the fact that she couldn't get hurt, the sad part was that she realized that she could get hurt, and worse. Losing the friendship you had with a boy but still having his love was painful but bearable, but losing something you never had hurt in a place that only one person in your life can hit, shoot at with their arrows.
He was something she lusted after. It was a goal, as high as the clouds, a goal that she could not reach. She knew that, she found herself thinking that same thought every so often, when she would jot thoughts into her tattered journal.
Dear Diary,
I saw Draco in the halls, he muttered something about many a witch being innocent and naïve now-a-days. I guess he hasn't heard the tales of Ginny. I rather fancy that title, I think someday I may write a book, and then I'll show him who's innocent and naïve. Not me for sure. Nobody understands that the youngest Weasley could be the most experienced and un-naïve person. Sad sad. Whenever people look at me they see the "I am a poor Weasley who could not get a boyfriend." Well, news to that, unlike some Weasleys I am rather attractive. I think I am getting conceited, what is wrong with me? I think I have been infatuated with Malfoy for to long, next I'll probably call Mione a Mudblood, ok or not, but you get my point. Damn, you are a diary, do you even get points?
-Legendry Weasley
Ps. To the non-existent readers of this journal, I got my name from a text book….Ginny just stuck that way… I personally like Legend but everyone either insists on calling me "Ginny" or doesn't even know my real name.
Ginny put down her quill and walked to the door, dinner should be starting soon. She remembered that her cloak was in Hermione's room from their last visit and she ran to the Gryffindor Girl's 6th year Tower. She saw her cloak on a bed and grabbed it, but something fell into Ginny's site, a scarlet diary, "Hermione's Thoughts, Private" It said. She reached for it, the book fell open to a page and Ginny read.
Hermione here, of course who else would it be? Well, I have just finished perfecting my Serpent charm and now here I am thinking of Draco. Draco the serpent, my won't I have to tell that to him. Our little love affair has been going on for 4 days now. I am hoping I can keep this act up, I just love him and I can't bear to think of a Romeo and Juliet act being played out between our friend. Oops, date with him in a few. I hate meeting him so late in the night. It makes me feel as if I have a secret, well I do.
-Hermione-
Ginny gasped. This couldn't be. She felt herself starting to hyper ventalite, she threw the diary back to where it came from and ran out of the dormitory, out of the common room, out into the main halls. She collapsed as everything went black, right under a dark light. No one would find her.