Author's Note: Thank you all SO SO SO SO SO much for reading my first chapter and commenting! As wanted, here's the second chapter. Sorry that it takes me so long to update, but I really have no time to because of my classes. Love you all and here's the next installment! Wee! Also, my formatting keeps screwing up. Comments? Help?

Another note: Ok, not many of you were happy with this chapter, so I'm fixing it and taking time away from physics, which I really don't care about anyway. Oh, and I'm really sorry but I edited this in html format and the identations are all messed up. Sorry you guys!

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Dear Athena,

My new diary… what a great feeling it is! Not to make you feel bad or anything, but I had Hermione run a check on you. You're fine – no Toms or other possessive beings living inside. I still shudder from that incident, but anyway, I should start my thoughts, right? Right.

So, I named you Athena, the Greek Goddess of war, strength, and power. All of which I need, except war… I'm kind of a neutral when it comes to that. But strength and power … how wonderful would that be? Me, Ginny Weasley, going from a timid little girl to a grand, powerful woman. Yes! How wonderful! No longer would people take advantage of me by making me do their stupid homework or carry their bags in the halls saying that it was only for the moment when it turned out to be for the rest of the day. I will not be stepped on! You see these characters in books that have long, luxurious hair, perfect complexions, and perfect postures. Not to mention how the authors always blatantly say how the main female characters has, and I quote, "A swelling bosom." Please, give me a break. Boobs are not everything.

I still love Harry although some of my friends keep telling me that it's more like an obsession, and I'm starting to believe it, too. Yet, no matter how hard I try or how much I attempt to forget about him and Hermione, I just can't. I really can't, and it hurts me to know so - to know that no matter what happens to me, a part of me will always love him although it might slip a little. Nobody really understands what I think. I'm still considered the little girl, Ron's little sister. I can just hear my stupid brother's voice now, "Ginny, be careful, I don't want my only sister to get hurt. It's too dangerous for you." Give me a break.

But, now, I'm slightly perplexed… let me change that. I am EXTREMELY perplexed. I still cannot figure it out. So I'm twirling downwards towards the ground when I feel these arms around me, which brings me to my first question… what was that…well, thing that picked me up? I know that I didn't hit the ground although I really wanted to earlier. It just felt so right to end everything, but, in the end, I guess that I really didn't want to. Before I hit the ground, I saw my parents, my brothers, and Harry and noticed how selfish it would be if I died and caused everyone so much grief. I opened my eyes and saw the earth below. Nothing could save me, but then, something grabbed my body and flew upwards with me in its arms… that's right, an "it." The second it touched me, I felt power run through my blood, and it was so strange. I felt… different and important. I guess with all of those overpowering events (my suicidal attempt, that strange surge of energy, and the lift upwards), it made me pass out. The last thing that I saw, and I think this was the weirdest thing of all, was that this it had gray, blue, determined eyes. The only person that I know with such beautiful eyes is that ignorant prat Malfoy, and since when would he care? He was actually one of the reasons why I wanted to kill myself. I would think that after all of the "Nice second-hand clothes wench" and "You're hair's on fire, weasel," comments would have had an effect on me. But then there was that look in the creature's eyes – something like "I'm here. It's ok now." I'm so confused. I wish I knew what that thing was and why it saved me of all people.

I came back to consciousness I guess maybe thirty minutes later and after looking around, found myself lying atop the astronomy tower. No, not IN the astronomy tower, on top of the astronomy tower where the strong winds almost blew me over the side. No one was around, and the first hints of sunrise starting peeking above the horizon. I freaked out of course until I saw this winding staircase on the side of the tower leading into the window in the tower. Attached to the window was this note, and all it said was, "Nice fall. You should try out to be a diver." Hmm… sounds like Malfoy, yet I doubt it.

But those eyes…

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Ginny walked out of her prefect's room that morning after writing her entry feeling quite relieved. She finally had the chance to write down her thoughts without anyone peering into them like her "stupid brother." It was a weekend, so she did not wear the normal boring school clothes that had pretty much become a second skin. Dressed in light blue, tight, flare jeans and a long-sleeved yellow shirt, Ginny looked exactly like a glittering ray of sunshine even though she didn't quite feel like one. The shower helped a little but not much; Ginny was of course still depressed, and the sight that she saw when she came down the gold and marble staircase didn't help.

There, having a very heated snog session that would probably last through breakfast and probably past noon, were Harry and Hermione. By the time they stop, lunch would have probably ended, and they would just figure a little more snogging wouldn't hurt. Ginny was having a very lovely morning.

I guess broom closets and classrooms aren't enough for them… let's just use the common room couch shall we?

"Get a room," Ginny said loud enough for them to hear, but they didn't, for Harry was starting to get… shall we say… a little more into it.

Gliding past the couple, she opened the door to the tower and closed it shut, waking the slumbering Fat Lady up.

"Have a good day dear. You should perk up a little. It's a sunny day you know," it said groggily.

"Bite me."

Ginny walked through the halls with her head towards the ground and wearing a "whatever" face. She stopped by one of the large gothic windows on her way and looked outside towards the sky. There stood a full moon hanging among the abyss of crisp blue in the skies. It was one of those days where the moon could still be seen although it was not night. Turning her eyes away from the heavens, Ginny continued on her way until, when turning a corner, she bumped into and then clumsily fell over the one person who harrowed her thoughts.

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Draco was different. He knew that of course, knew it well. Luckily for him, it was morning and the sense started receding. His eyesight went back to normal, making him have to wear "those strange flimsy sheets of paper" (as he once said) again. The creature came out every full moon although he stayed the same person, felt the same emotions, and continued smirking with the smile that he thought was sexy. Little did he know that girls thought otherwise.

It wasn't sexy. It was mad sexy.

So, Draco was on his way to the Great Hall when some instinct as well as a voice in his mind told him to stop walking on his current path and instead turn a corner leading the other way. Draco did and ran into none other but Ginny Weasley who tumbled over him, knocking him to the ground. Slapping that annoyingly seductive grin on his face, Draco turned into his lovely obnoxious self.

"Why, Weasley, didn't know you were that attracted to me."

It was then that Ginny noticed how her body was directly on top of Draco's and her forehead was but two inches away from his. Like standing on hot coals, Ginny jumped off him and whispered a soft "I'm sorry."

"What are you doing Weasley? Looking for Harry? Still stalking him? I would think that by now you'd notice that he doesn't like you, wench."

And it wasn't as if Ginny needed a wake up call on that. Of course she knew that Harry didn't like her; this morning's events showed that pretty well. But Ginny just couldn't stand how Draco had to shove it in her face and make her feel even more like shit than she already did. So, she decided to give him a little piece of her mind.

"ssh ut… shhe…" Dammit! I'm even too scared to talk to him!

"Awww… little weasel too stuck for words?" And with that, Draco stood up, positioned himself in front of Ginny, and whispered in her ear most seductively, "I never knew that I could make you stutter, I'm sure potty will never do that. Why would he care anyways? You're just the little, baby, sidekick."

Bad move.

"Sh…shut up, Malfoy! You don't understand anything and have no right whatsoever to comment on ANYTHING that has to do with me or what I feel, so… so… FUCK OFF!" And with that, Ginny humphed proudly, turned on her heels, and headed towards the Great Hall leaving a very stunned as well as pompous Draco behind her. He won his game of "Tease the Weasel."

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