Ginny leafed through the pages of the little green book with an expression of extreme interest on her face. She was sitting in one of the cushy maroon chairs in the Gryffindor common room when she had noticed the thing sitting on the floor under one of the tables nearby. Her curiosity won the better of her and she picked up the thin tome, flopping open the pages as she did so. The book was already open she figured, so one little look couldn't hurt, just to see whose it was. Before long she was reading the thing that was none of her business.

"Where did you find that?" Hermione asked in a crisp business-like tone.

"This?" Ginny asked, trying to pry her eyes away from the page. She hadn't heard Hermione come in; she thought she was all alone.

"Yes, that's Neville's diary. He's been looking for it all day. He's in a panic. I almost sent him to the infirmary to get a chill pill."

Ginny smiled blankly. "I didn't know it was his diary. I just found it on the ground and I opened it to see whose it was."

"Well, can I give it back to him now or would you like some more time to see whose it was?"

"You can give it back." Ginny said with one sorry last look at the tiny book. She had seen her name flash across the page when she picked it up, but she hadn't found the entry. She figured Hermione wouldn't say anything to Neville about her reading it, but just in case: "Hermione?"

"I won't tell him a thing." Hermione said with the air of someone dying. "It's between you and me."

Ginny beamed at the bushy haired girl as she swung around to the portrait hole. "Did you find anything, er, interesting?" She asked while facing the exit.

"Actually, no I didn't." She said with a mischevious smile. "But I'm sure he'll lose it again." She added as Hermione left the common room.