Well, um, here it is.tell me whatcha think, peeps!
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As Ginny opened the connecting door to Snape's study, she breathed a deep, but silent sigh as she turned and winked once to Draco, who seemed to be rather stunned.
She turned to face Snape, but was surprised when she saw that the angry Slytherin professor was slumped over his desk and snoring loudly.
Without further ado, Ginny tip-toed out of the room and the rest of the way back to the Gryffindor common room, thinking all the way there about what would be in Harry's diary.
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Once in the common room, after a close near run-in with Filch, Ginny collapsed onto the nearest sofa, though she couldn't sleep, thinking only about what she was going to say to Harry the very moment that she saw him the next day.
A loud bonging from behind the sofa startled the red head.
"Two o'clock?" Ginny asked rhetorically as the ancient clock near to the window chimed twice.
"Ginny, where've you been? We've been worried sick about you." Hermione's familiar voice chimed from the stone spiral staircase above Ginny's head.
Ginny was going to speak when Hermione talked over her.
"Haven't been doing anything silly, now have you?"
Hermione revealed herself completely, her long bushy hair tied tightly in rollers, with a velvety floor-length matching pink dressing gown.
"Herm, you look like a muggle with plastic surgery." Ginny said, giggling at the fact that Hermione's rollers were too tight.
"Yes, mum sent to me, you think they'll work?" Hermione asked, feeling the unusually shaped bumps on her head with an unsure hand.
"Really, Ginny," the bushy-headed girl began. "What exactly *were* you doing? And please don't let it have anything to do with that-that, Draco, disgusting-slime-ball, Malfoy."
Hermione spat Draco's name out with disgust; it was hardly undeserved; Draco truly was horrible to Hermione, partly because of her heritage as a muggle, and partly because she knew more spells than he did.
"Well, I must say, I-no, never mind, I don't want you to go all funny." Ginny started, brushing her own hair out of her eyes.
"I'll be up in a minute, Herm." Ginny added reassuredly.
"If you say so. Ron did ask me to look-out-I, uh, mean, oops." Hermione said covering her mouth with one hand.
"Ron." Ginny stated flatly, crossing her eyes and rolling them up so that she looked at the ceiling.
"Goodnight, Gin." Hermione said, bustling girlishly into the dormatory.
"Get comfy, Ginny." She mumbled to herself, snuggling close to a pillow.
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The night passed quickly; within several minutes, Ginny was soundly asleep and dreaming of the day to come.
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Sometime after being gruffly woken by Hermione and Lavender, though before totally registering that she was awake, Ginny decided what she was going to do. Before her and to her far right was the door that held all the secrets; the boys' dorm; the temple of the gods'; and the present resting place for Harry's diary, wherever *that* was. Ginny was determined to get a look, even if it meant breaking the most perhaps *sacred* rule of both sexes staying out of each other's dormitories.
It was a regular school day, or so Ginny thought, and in both dorms, girls and boys had all ready left for the beginning of the day.
As soon as she was certain that there were no witnesses, Ginny crept up to the massive oak door opposite the girls' dorm and reached out for the doorknob.
She took a single deep breath and placed her hand on the door handle and pulled the latch back. Surprisingly, nothing happened except for the door creaking before it opened slightly, revealing the inside of the boys' dorm.
"C'mon, Gin." Ginny whispered to herself, eyes wide as she entered, for the first time, the dormitory in which all of the Gryffindor boys kept their things and slept. That is, if they did any sleeping during the crisp, Autumn evenings.
Ginny half expected to see a temple sort of place, but in fact, the boys' dorm was nearly exactly the same as the girls'. Except for the dirty, bunched-up clothes piled in corners and endless quidditch posters that were messily tacked up at various crooked angles, the two dorms were more or less the same.
It was several minutes before Ginny had found the right cluster of beds.
From she could tell, Harry's bed was in between Ron and Neville's, and directly opposite was Seamus's.
Though there was no-one in the room except for her, Ginny tiptoed through the dorm as cautiously as she could, avoiding contact with anything until she came to a wizard portrait alongside Neville's bed.
The picture was of, Ginny assumed, Neville's parents, who each bared a semi-resemblance to Neville. The two people in the picture kept smiling and kissing one another on the cheek lightly.
Ginny sighed as she held the picture frame in one hand and gazed spacily at the two, who very obviously loved each other very much.
The red headed girl clumbsily placed the frame back onto the nightstand, but neglected to see that the wooden frame was unbalanced.
"Ten damn curses!" Ginny swore, following a precarious topple and a crash as the sheet of glass covering the photograph shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
Ginny stooped and began to make a pile of the shards of glass.
"Ow!" She yelped, sticking one finger into her mouth after sticking herself with one of the pieces of glass.
"Bloody glass." Ginny muttered, kicking the pile as she turned to Harry's side of the nightstand.
There was a neat pile of books stacked on Harry's side, the largest at the bottom, the tiniest, likewise at the top.
Taking a very slow, hesitant breath, Ginny picked-up the topmost book and flipped the cover open. It read:
Reality: Is Everything What It Seems?
Compiled and written by Myana Worthe
"Right, then." Ginny said to herself as she placed the small book on the top of Harry's comforter.
Once to the middle of the stack, with no luck at even coming close to a diary, Ginny found an untitled book that was covered with some sort of leather, and locked closed.
"Ah ha! Gotcha!" the madly nervous red-head exclaimed, knocking the remaining books off of the night-stand rather ungracefully.
The two books which had been on the stand had landed on the floor, one open to the contents page.
Guide To Knowing Yourself
Chapter One: Self Discovery
"Perhaps I didn't need to know that." Ginny mumbled with a giggle as she kicked the cover of the book closed and pushed it under the nearest bed.
She fumbled in her pocket for the little golden key that she had stolen from Draco from the nightly encounter before and successfully retrieved the tiny thing.
"Well, here goes nothing." Ginny whispered as she placed the key into the lock and turned it, almost reluctant to read what was inside.
There was a click, followed by two more clicks, and the golden lock popped open, revealing an eyesore of messy writing running in every direction possible, as well as simplistic drawings representing different people and various events.
Ginny turned the page to what looked like more human writing and began to read.
There is so much to explain which must remain unexplained. Voldemort works twice as hard now that he knows that I am not to be beaten easily.
The rest of the page was blank, so Ginny flipped to the next one.
I used to think that Cho was pretty, but what she has become, a wreck of self-pity and wallowed with fear and sadness, puts me off the whole girlfriend thing. She's not very good at being a normal person. Scratch that. I'm not very normal either. Maybe that's the real problem.
There is someone else, though. She's not as smart, maybe, but she's so much fun to be around. Her happiness tends to boost me sometimes, but lately, nothing seems to help, now that Padfoot is in so much danger.
Ginny's heart rate began to pick up. So Cho wasn't in favor any longer, eh?
She was about to continue reading when the sound of a door being unlatched echoed through the dorm.
Ginny froze as footsteps followed the door being re-latched.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" she whispered as she tried desperately to squeeze underneath Harry's bed.
Unfortunately for Ginny, her coppery strands of hair, which were, by the way, rather messy, caught onto a metal fixture of some description underneath the bed, preventing her from going under any further and coming out, too.
"What in the bloody name of Merlin is going on?" Gasped a rather too familiar voice.
"Who-What the?-" came next from the voice, which seemed to sound more surprised than angry.
It did look rather strange; Ginny's bum and legs were still out from under the bed, and she thanked the gods than she was wearing shorts underneath her skirt.
Pulling on her hair tore a little off, but Ginny managed to free her head enough to peer underneath herself, where she met eyes with the person she definitely did NOT want to see at the present moment.
"Oh, hi Harry." She choked out.
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I think this one was a little shorter than the others..oh well.sounded like an ideal place to stop. CLIFFY! I'll get the next chapter chugged out as soon as possible.but no promises.I've got lots to do. *Stares at pile of homework*
Lol.Review, please! It really makes my day!!!
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As Ginny opened the connecting door to Snape's study, she breathed a deep, but silent sigh as she turned and winked once to Draco, who seemed to be rather stunned.
She turned to face Snape, but was surprised when she saw that the angry Slytherin professor was slumped over his desk and snoring loudly.
Without further ado, Ginny tip-toed out of the room and the rest of the way back to the Gryffindor common room, thinking all the way there about what would be in Harry's diary.
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Once in the common room, after a close near run-in with Filch, Ginny collapsed onto the nearest sofa, though she couldn't sleep, thinking only about what she was going to say to Harry the very moment that she saw him the next day.
A loud bonging from behind the sofa startled the red head.
"Two o'clock?" Ginny asked rhetorically as the ancient clock near to the window chimed twice.
"Ginny, where've you been? We've been worried sick about you." Hermione's familiar voice chimed from the stone spiral staircase above Ginny's head.
Ginny was going to speak when Hermione talked over her.
"Haven't been doing anything silly, now have you?"
Hermione revealed herself completely, her long bushy hair tied tightly in rollers, with a velvety floor-length matching pink dressing gown.
"Herm, you look like a muggle with plastic surgery." Ginny said, giggling at the fact that Hermione's rollers were too tight.
"Yes, mum sent to me, you think they'll work?" Hermione asked, feeling the unusually shaped bumps on her head with an unsure hand.
"Really, Ginny," the bushy-headed girl began. "What exactly *were* you doing? And please don't let it have anything to do with that-that, Draco, disgusting-slime-ball, Malfoy."
Hermione spat Draco's name out with disgust; it was hardly undeserved; Draco truly was horrible to Hermione, partly because of her heritage as a muggle, and partly because she knew more spells than he did.
"Well, I must say, I-no, never mind, I don't want you to go all funny." Ginny started, brushing her own hair out of her eyes.
"I'll be up in a minute, Herm." Ginny added reassuredly.
"If you say so. Ron did ask me to look-out-I, uh, mean, oops." Hermione said covering her mouth with one hand.
"Ron." Ginny stated flatly, crossing her eyes and rolling them up so that she looked at the ceiling.
"Goodnight, Gin." Hermione said, bustling girlishly into the dormatory.
"Get comfy, Ginny." She mumbled to herself, snuggling close to a pillow.
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The night passed quickly; within several minutes, Ginny was soundly asleep and dreaming of the day to come.
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Sometime after being gruffly woken by Hermione and Lavender, though before totally registering that she was awake, Ginny decided what she was going to do. Before her and to her far right was the door that held all the secrets; the boys' dorm; the temple of the gods'; and the present resting place for Harry's diary, wherever *that* was. Ginny was determined to get a look, even if it meant breaking the most perhaps *sacred* rule of both sexes staying out of each other's dormitories.
It was a regular school day, or so Ginny thought, and in both dorms, girls and boys had all ready left for the beginning of the day.
As soon as she was certain that there were no witnesses, Ginny crept up to the massive oak door opposite the girls' dorm and reached out for the doorknob.
She took a single deep breath and placed her hand on the door handle and pulled the latch back. Surprisingly, nothing happened except for the door creaking before it opened slightly, revealing the inside of the boys' dorm.
"C'mon, Gin." Ginny whispered to herself, eyes wide as she entered, for the first time, the dormitory in which all of the Gryffindor boys kept their things and slept. That is, if they did any sleeping during the crisp, Autumn evenings.
Ginny half expected to see a temple sort of place, but in fact, the boys' dorm was nearly exactly the same as the girls'. Except for the dirty, bunched-up clothes piled in corners and endless quidditch posters that were messily tacked up at various crooked angles, the two dorms were more or less the same.
It was several minutes before Ginny had found the right cluster of beds.
From she could tell, Harry's bed was in between Ron and Neville's, and directly opposite was Seamus's.
Though there was no-one in the room except for her, Ginny tiptoed through the dorm as cautiously as she could, avoiding contact with anything until she came to a wizard portrait alongside Neville's bed.
The picture was of, Ginny assumed, Neville's parents, who each bared a semi-resemblance to Neville. The two people in the picture kept smiling and kissing one another on the cheek lightly.
Ginny sighed as she held the picture frame in one hand and gazed spacily at the two, who very obviously loved each other very much.
The red headed girl clumbsily placed the frame back onto the nightstand, but neglected to see that the wooden frame was unbalanced.
"Ten damn curses!" Ginny swore, following a precarious topple and a crash as the sheet of glass covering the photograph shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
Ginny stooped and began to make a pile of the shards of glass.
"Ow!" She yelped, sticking one finger into her mouth after sticking herself with one of the pieces of glass.
"Bloody glass." Ginny muttered, kicking the pile as she turned to Harry's side of the nightstand.
There was a neat pile of books stacked on Harry's side, the largest at the bottom, the tiniest, likewise at the top.
Taking a very slow, hesitant breath, Ginny picked-up the topmost book and flipped the cover open. It read:
Reality: Is Everything What It Seems?
Compiled and written by Myana Worthe
"Right, then." Ginny said to herself as she placed the small book on the top of Harry's comforter.
Once to the middle of the stack, with no luck at even coming close to a diary, Ginny found an untitled book that was covered with some sort of leather, and locked closed.
"Ah ha! Gotcha!" the madly nervous red-head exclaimed, knocking the remaining books off of the night-stand rather ungracefully.
The two books which had been on the stand had landed on the floor, one open to the contents page.
Guide To Knowing Yourself
Chapter One: Self Discovery
"Perhaps I didn't need to know that." Ginny mumbled with a giggle as she kicked the cover of the book closed and pushed it under the nearest bed.
She fumbled in her pocket for the little golden key that she had stolen from Draco from the nightly encounter before and successfully retrieved the tiny thing.
"Well, here goes nothing." Ginny whispered as she placed the key into the lock and turned it, almost reluctant to read what was inside.
There was a click, followed by two more clicks, and the golden lock popped open, revealing an eyesore of messy writing running in every direction possible, as well as simplistic drawings representing different people and various events.
Ginny turned the page to what looked like more human writing and began to read.
There is so much to explain which must remain unexplained. Voldemort works twice as hard now that he knows that I am not to be beaten easily.
The rest of the page was blank, so Ginny flipped to the next one.
I used to think that Cho was pretty, but what she has become, a wreck of self-pity and wallowed with fear and sadness, puts me off the whole girlfriend thing. She's not very good at being a normal person. Scratch that. I'm not very normal either. Maybe that's the real problem.
There is someone else, though. She's not as smart, maybe, but she's so much fun to be around. Her happiness tends to boost me sometimes, but lately, nothing seems to help, now that Padfoot is in so much danger.
Ginny's heart rate began to pick up. So Cho wasn't in favor any longer, eh?
She was about to continue reading when the sound of a door being unlatched echoed through the dorm.
Ginny froze as footsteps followed the door being re-latched.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" she whispered as she tried desperately to squeeze underneath Harry's bed.
Unfortunately for Ginny, her coppery strands of hair, which were, by the way, rather messy, caught onto a metal fixture of some description underneath the bed, preventing her from going under any further and coming out, too.
"What in the bloody name of Merlin is going on?" Gasped a rather too familiar voice.
"Who-What the?-" came next from the voice, which seemed to sound more surprised than angry.
It did look rather strange; Ginny's bum and legs were still out from under the bed, and she thanked the gods than she was wearing shorts underneath her skirt.
Pulling on her hair tore a little off, but Ginny managed to free her head enough to peer underneath herself, where she met eyes with the person she definitely did NOT want to see at the present moment.
"Oh, hi Harry." She choked out.
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I think this one was a little shorter than the others..oh well.sounded like an ideal place to stop. CLIFFY! I'll get the next chapter chugged out as soon as possible.but no promises.I've got lots to do. *Stares at pile of homework*
Lol.Review, please! It really makes my day!!!