Sunday November 1, Common Room
Last night was the Halloween ball. I went with Ginny. I actually had a good time. The Yule Ball several years ago sort of ruined my view on dances, but I had a good time. Mainly because Ginny was there. She has this . . . Light around her. I feel different when I'm with her. I'm usually too shy to say anything about it though. I wouldn't even talk to her for the longest time.
Actually, I have to admit, I was, in a way, spending time with her at first to get on Ron's nerves. Then I realized that she's an amazing person. I just won't tell her that. I hope she doesn't find out either. I like her as she is now. I don't want her to relapse into the girl who had a crush on me in her first year. That was humiliating.
She looked radiant in her dress robes: a light purple colour in a style that was modest. I'm glad that she didn't dress like some of her friends. Their robes left nothing to the imagination. That's one thing I like about Ginny; she's not like anyone else. Of course, when one goes to Hogwarts one is hardly like anyone else, but still.
We didn't really go together . . . well, nothing was said on the matter. I waited for her, we walked to the Great Hall together, and we spent the evening in each other's company. I don't want to date her. Dating just isn't cut out for me. But if there ever was a candidate for Harry Potter's girlfriend, I'd want it to be Ginny.
We danced together a few times, but only fast dances. I would feel too weird trying to dance a slow dance. It seems so . . . Awkward.
Anyway, that's about it. Ron hasn't threatened me yet. I think it's because he only showed up for a few minutes last night. From what I've seen, I think he and Hermione broke up or something. It serves them right. What they were doing . . . It was just disgusting. Being with Hermione should've been like being with Ginny for Ron. I just don't understand why he didn't see this.
Monday November 2, Common Room
Ron and Hermione got into a huge fight today. It must be over whatever they broke up for. I don't know any details. Ron came down this morning looking as angry as ever. He had missed breakfast from sleeping in. I used to wake him up for it, but I haven't yet this year. I'm still not talking to him. Or he's not talking to me. It's kind of confusing. He went straight to Hermione, sitting alone, and they started arguing. They were talking low, but everyone in the room could tell something was up. Those two always manage to upset a whole room. They're so loud and open about everything. Then Ron yelled a curse word quite loudly and stomped out of the common room. Hermione sat restlessly for a second then jumped up and ran to her room.
That's not even the half of it. At the lunch table, they started at it again. Ron seems to be the one initiating it, I noticed. What is wrong with him this year? They started yelling at each other, and McGonagall had to tell them to be quiet. You should have seen Hermione's face when McGonagall came over. I even felt bad for her, and I'm mad at her.
Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, but we both agreed that Hermione seems to be the victim. I've noticed the veiled hurt in her eyes sometimes. I even imagine she might burst into tears when Ron comes into a room. I wonder what happened between those two.
Tuesday November 3, In Bed
I'm hiding out. Do you want to know what Ron did? He has stepped out of boundaries this time! Out of bounds! I doubt I can ever consider him a friend again. Not after the public humiliation I went through today.
It was breakfast as usual, and I was talking to Ginny. We were comparing Hogwarts food to her mom's. Then, suddenly, a letter dropped in front of me. I was a little bit excited. I thought it was Sirius or Remus, you know? Ginny was staring at the letter with wide eyes, and I realized what I was holding, a Howler. The steaming red envelope looked about ready to explode, and it had attracted several Gryffindors' eyes.
I started opening it slowly, checking to be sure it was actually addressed to me. I had no idea what I could have done to upset anybody. Mrs. Weasley would sooner die than send me a Howler, I was sure, and the Dursleys were terrified of magic.
Do you know who the Howler was from? Well, let me tell you about what it said:
Harry Potter!
You'd better BLOODY WELL keep your FILTHY hands off of our LITTLE BABY sister!!! Ron has told us exactly what you've been doing to her! You'd better back off SOON, Potter, or we'll get all of the Weasley clan in on this.
Much love, Ginny.
Gred and Forge
It doesn't seem so bad in print, but when giant lips are screaming the words at you in the middle of the Great Hall, it can be pretty bad. I was shrinking into my chair, and I was sure my face was bright red. Now the whole school thinks that I'm . . . with Ginny! How utterly ridiculous!
Like I said, Ron has gone too far this time.
Wednesday November 4, Common Room
I'm so tired, but I have to write down what happened today. I don't ever want to forget the expression on Ron's face.
Last night Ginny and I stayed up well past midnight. We used my Invisibility Cloak to sneak into the library. Would you like to know why? We wanted to find a spell appropriate for our feelings towards Ron at the moment. It took us hours to find one, but we finally accomplished our mission.
This morning I woke up early and cast it on him before he woke up. The spell is guaranteed to make the recipient hear voices. I thought it would be funny to set the voices at high, squeaky, and annoying.
Breakfast was the first sign we had that the spell worked. Everyone was chatting amiably and enjoying their food when, out of nowhere, Ron shouts, "Stop singing!" The whole table went silent, and everyone stared at him. His ears were cherry red, almost blinding. He looked down at his plate and muttered something. After awhile, people looked away to whisper amongst themselves.
All throughout the day the hex made its presence known. In History of Magic, Ron out right screamed. Everyone noticed his odd behaviour, and I got the feeling that some Gryffindors were starting to become worried. I know Hermione was biting her lip awfully hard. She probably thinks he's driving himself mad because the only talking they do anymore is arguing heatedly.
The funniest part was when he broke down in the Common Room. He grabbed his head and started rocking back and forth, muttering things to himself. He scared two little first years so much that they went to get McGonagall. When Gin and I heard this, we decided it was time for the fun to stop. I think McGonagall is coming now. Better go.
Thursday November 5, 7th Year Boy Dormitory
I suppose Ginny and I went too far. McGonagall asked Ron to come with her when she showed up last night. I had already performed the counter curse, so Ginny and I weren't expecting to be caught. We were.
Ron's anger was palpable when he stomped back into the common room with a just as angry McGonagall. McGonagall quickly got everyone's attention. "It has become known to me that someone cast a very effective Insaniticus spell on Ronald Weasley."
Everyone looked around in bewilderment. I exchanged a guilty look with Ginny. I mean, obviously I was guilty. Ron deserved it, but I never wanted to get in trouble for it. Maybe that's not real guilt, but I was feeling pretty sorry.
McGonagall must have seen the look Gin and I exchanged, because her sharp gaze focused on us. Her lips were stretched as straight as her posture. "Potter!" She looked at Ginny, sitting meekly beside me. ". . . and Weasley. My office. Pronto." She turned around and strode out of the common room.
I stood up slowly, and Ginny followed suit. We walked out of the common room with everyone in the room staring at us. I was probably as red as a tomato; my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I hate drawing attention to myself.
We had to practically run to keep up with McGonagall in the hallway. We almost lost her a few times, but eventually we made it to her office. I made it all last year without having to visit one professor's office for getting in trouble. I guess it was about time I broke that record.
She sat us down in front of her desk. Her room was very precise, just like her. I swear there was not one speck of dust out of place. She sat down very meticulously and folded her hands together. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?" she barked out.
I was very nervous. I kept fidgeting. "Ron was being a git," I burst out.
McGonagall looked stonily at me. "A . . . git?" she asked uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief. "He was being a git? That is why you performed an Insaniticus spell on him? Because he was a git? Potter, that is the most ridiculous uttering I have ever heard come from you." She turned to Ginny. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?"
Ginny tilted her chin self-assuredly. "Ron was being unreasonable. He has issues dealing with my friendship with Harry, and he's been tormenting us so far this year. We felt it only just to pay him back. You-you heard that Howler that Harry got, didn't you? That's what we've been dealing with."
McGonagall clenched her jaw. She studied Ginny's sincere face for several long minutes. Then she sighed. "I will talk to Ronald about the harassment. As for your behaviour, it was uncalled for. Detention for both of you. You will be notified about the time and place later. You are dismissed."
Ginny and I left. To be honest, I was quite relieved at the punishment we got. It should have been a lot worse. Especially because it was McGonagall whom was serving out the punishment.
We didn't get back to the Common Room right afterwards. I didn't think I wanted to be in the same room with Ron, and I believe Ginny agreed. We went to the kitchens to get a snack and visit with Dobby. By the time we got back, everyone else was already in their respective dormitories. I'm glad McGonagall didn't catch us, or we would have been in even more severe trouble.
Friday November 6, Common Room
As if fourth year wasn't bad enough, the school has decided that a Christmas Ball will be in order. Can you believe it? I'm going to be miserable. I hate dancing. I hate pretending to be having fun. I hate coveting another girl. And most of all, I hate trying to find a date.
Okay, you're a stupid notebook. I'm going to be honest. When Dumbledore announced his plans for a Christmas Ball, I first looked at Ginny -- very discreetly, I might add! We've been growing very close in a short amount of time. And I know it will definitely infuriate Ron. Right now I'd love to bother him as much as possible.
I wouldn't mind going with Gin. Then things would be very easy and uncomplicated. I know where I stand with Ginny; I know what she expects. I won't spend half the night trying to figure out if her tapping her fingers means more than just tapping her fingers. The only problem is the asking part. I hate asking. Why do we have to have a bloody ball?
Saturday November 7, Common Room
Nobody can shut up about the bloody ball. That is how I will refer to it now: The Bloody Ball. I'm beginning to loathe it already, and it was just announced yesterday during breakfast. I'm just glad that Ginny is normal. She hasn't once mentioned it. In fact, I think we're both avoiding the subject as much as possible. I'm sure she hates balls as much as I do. Er . . . That came out wrong. What I mean is, she must not have had a wonderful time with Neville stomping all over her poor feet in fourth year.
Maybe I should just ask her. She's sitting next to me and reading a book. I have the perfect opportunity. What if something happens to me like it did to Ron? What if by the time I ask her, Neville has already? I couldn't stand that. She's my only chance. Not that this is like Ron and Hermione's situation in fourth year. Gin and I don't like each other. At least, not anymore. I don't think. She doesn't act like she likes me.
I hate worrying too much, so I'm going to stop thinking right now. I'll do my Divination. That doesn't require much thinking.
Sunday November 8, Common Room
I just came in from being outside. I'm not a wishy washy pansy, but I do enjoy the autumn. It just . . . Smells wonderful. Y'know? I guess I am a pansy.
Gin and I went outside because we both were done with our homework and these are the last few days of tolerable weather we'll have. We walked around the grounds and chatted about school and Ron and everything that came to mind. That's one reason why I enjoy her company so. With Ron and Hermione, I always felt like there were things I needed to guard: secrets. With Ginny, I feel like she knows everything about me. I feel relieved around her. I don't have to hide.
I just wish I could work up the guts to ask her to The Bloody Ball.
Monday November 9, History of Magic
Ginny gave me something to read of hers. 'Ode to Mondays' I was cracking up in Potions. I suppose I should have chosen a better class to read it in, eh?
Ginny's so refreshing. Come to think of it, Ginny is everything to me these days. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm treading the line of dangerous territory. This morning she was laughing during breakfast, and I felt something strange happening inside of my chest. I'm no idiot. I know what that means. I just wish it wasn't so. I don't want to feel anything for Ginny. I want to keep everything simple between us.
Tuesday November 10, Common Room
I talked to Hermione today. I've been avoiding her, as I've made clear, but today she looked so lost and lonely I couldn't help it. She was in the library with red streaks down her face like she'd been crying. I just sat down across from her. She looked at me in such surprise that it made me feel terrible. Had I been so cruel to her?
"What are you doing here?'
I shrugged. I honestly didn't know, so how was I supposed to reply? "I have to do that History of Magic assignment."
"Oh," Hermione said softly. She began fussing through her papers. "I have it here if you'd like to copy," she said shyly.
I shook my head and held up my hands. "No," I said very firmly. I was tempted, but I didn't want her to think that was the only reason I was talking to her. "I can finish it on my own."
Hermione nodded. She looked down at her hands.
"Er . . . What-what has Ron been . . . Er . . . What happened between you two?" I asked. I admit. I'm not as impartial to what happened as I pretend to be.
"He broke it off," she said, her voice very low and quiet.
"He's a git then," I said softly. Hermione looked ready to cry just then, so I cleared my throat and started to get up. "Er . . . I have to get going. I promised Dobby I'd visit him tonight."
"Thanks, Harry."
I looked at her very steadily until she turned away. "You're welcome, Hermione," I said just before leaving. I felt like a horrid person. Hermione can't be blamed for Ron's irrational behaviour. But how can I bridge the gap that's grown between us? Do I even want to? Things are just so complicated.
Friday November 13, Hospital Wing
I should have seen something coming. Friday the 13th does have much more significance when you're a wizard.
It happened at Quidditch practice. Nothing out of the ordinary. I just feel off my broom and broke my bloody foot. Now I'm stuck in the Infirmary all night. It didn't even get to happen on a school night, either. I have Potions first thing Monday morning. Maybe I can pull the sympathy string until then, but I doubt it. Snape would probably give me specific extra homework just for being me.
Things aren't too terrible though, I suppose. Ginny promised to bring me some butter beer later. That's all I have to look forward to. That . . . and an evening without Ron.
Saturday November 14, Still at the Bloody Hospital Wing
Madam Pomfrey has agreed to let me out of the Infirmary before lunch. Until then, I'm stuck here as bored as Hermione at a Quidditch match.
Last night Ginny visited. She came well after curfew, hiding under my Invisibility cloak. She probably went rummaging through my things to find it, but that's Ginny for you. She brought butter beer and some key lime pie, courtesy of Dobby the Elf.
I ended up having a great time. The only hard part was keeping quiet. She was telling me lovely stories of Ron's youth. There was one story that had me laughing so hard I thought my stomach would burst. She called it 'The Daisy Macey Story'; apparently it's quite infamous in the Weasley family.
I told her a few choice stories about Dudley. She didn't believe me when I told her that Dudley reached the size of a small whale. I should probably bring in a picture sometime. That is, if he can fit in that small expanse of space.
She ended up leaving well into the morning. I doubt she got a wink of sleep. Which is probably why she hasn't visited me yet. It's Saturday, and I don't doubt she's still curled up in bed.
Do you think I . . . I like her? I just don't know. I'm very confused. I think I think of her as a friend, but sometimes I feel . . . Different around her. It's a wonderful kind of different. Or am I just thinking that I have feelings for her because subconsciously I want to get back at Ron? Either way, I'll never act on them, so it's easier not to dwell on it.
Now I'm back to being bored. I suppose I can get started on that wicked-looking Potions assignment. Sometimes I wonder why my father helped to save Snape all those years ago.
Sunday November 15, Common Room
I mean, what is up with The Bloody Ball? Did we not just have a Halloween ball? Do they think we're not getting enough exercise or something? I'd rather walk around the castle once a day than have to be publicly humiliated on the dance floor.
Well, I was too late. Ginny is going with Colin Creevey. Can you believe it? He's such a . . . a wimp, y'know? And I know Gin is going to miserable. Colin gets on my nerves, for Merlin's sake, and I'm nicer about these things than Ginny is.
It happened very strangely. We were sitting in quiet, doing our homework, when Colin came over to sit down. "Hullo, Harry and Ginny. All right?"
"All right, Colin," I mumbled, not really wanted to embark in a conversation with him.
Colin nodded shortly. I looked up to see him staring at Ginny nervously. Ginny hadn't yet acknowledged his presence. "Er . . . Ginny . . . .?"
Ginny looked up, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Colin? Did you say something?"
"Do you want to go to the Christmas Ball with me?" he blurted out, his face turning bright red.
By this point I was paying avid attention while pretending not to be interested in the slightest. Ginny looked over at me, flustered, for a long moment. Then she sighed. "I s'pose, Colin."
Colin got a way-too-happy look on his face. "Great. I'll, er, see you later."
"Sure," Ginny said. Then she went back to homework like nothing had happened!
What does that mean? Was she looking at me because she wanted a way out? I know she doesn't want to go with Colin. She's told me before that he's more annoying than all of her brothers combined.
Why am I so frustrated?
Monday November 16, Potions
How odd would it be if I "accidentally" slipped some of this poison into Ron's lunch? Snape mentioned it can be lethal, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all.
Tuesday November 17, Boys' Dormitory
I shouldn't have thought about poisoning Ron yesterday; I guess the theory on karma might be right. This past week or so, Ron has been lying low. Ever since Gin and I performed that spell on him. I thought it effectively shut him up.
I was just doing my homework with Ginny by my side. She happened to lean over get something off the table. All I did was study her hair. It's really quite fascinating . . . Er . . . So I was just watching her hair, right? When suddenly, out of nowhere I might add, Ron comes stomping over and yells, "Would you stop bloody sniffing my sister's hair?"
Obviously I was startled. How often is one confronted with such a statement? I looked up at Ron in confusion as Ginny sat back down. "Er . . . Excuse me?" I stuttered.
Ron waved his arms frantically. "You . . . Her . . . You always smell her hair. For Merlin's sake, there are bloody children in this room!"
My face was red at this point, and my eyes must have been wide as saucers. How could he tell that I occasionally smelled Ginny's hair? It was hard not. It smells like vanilla and strawberries . . . Right. Back to the subject on hand. I couldn't think of anything to say.
Ginny rolled her eyes. She dipped her quill into the ink pot we were sharing very casually. "You're just jealous because Harry has me and you're all alone."
Ron literally growled at her. "You'd better believe your brothers are going to hear about this," he ground out. He turned around to leave.
Ginny stood up rigidly and put the jelly leg curse on him. He fell backwards. Her face was starting to turn an angry red. "Quit acting like such a . . . a child, Ron!" She burst out. She stepped over so that he could see her, glaring angrily. "What makes you think that you could stop anything from developing between Harry and me, anyhow? If I want to be friends with Harry, that's my bloody business. If I want to kiss Harry, it's my bloody business. And if I want to shag Harry senseless, do you know what, Ron? It's still my BLOODY BUSINESS!!!" She stomped away from him and up the stairs, leaving me there alone and awkward.
I coughed slightly, realizing everyone was staring at me. Then I blurted out, "She was speaking hypothetically. We're just friends." Then I realized how that sounded and slowly gathered my things to go back up to my room.
That's Ginny for you, then. I just wish she would think before she spoke.
Thursday November 18, Common Room
I think Ginny wants to take everything she said back right about now. McGonagall pulled us into her office today to discuss our relationship. Somehow it got back to her that Ginny and I were . . . But we're not! I would have written it down. And it's just not like that between us. Although I can't say I haven't given it a thought . . . No. I'll stop there.
I think my cheeks were red the entire time McGonagall lectured us about . . . About . . . You know. And-and . . . She gave us a book. She gave us a book on spells to . . . Prevent . . . I can't even say it. I'm too embarrassed. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to look Ginny in the eye again.
She just had to say that comment to Ron.
Friday November 19, Boys' Dormitory
Fridays are much more entertaining than they ever were before. I nearly always have Quidditch practice, and Ginny is always in the stands watching. I've grown comfortable with her presence there. And always afterwards, we go to the kitchens and get ice cream or something.
Sometimes I wonder how you can spend so much time with someone and not grow weary of conversation. I think I've changed a lot. Ginny's changed me a lot. It used to be that I couldn't stand to talk to her at all. I just wanted to be near her . . . I don't even know why I wanted to be near her. It was something I didn't question. But I'm glad that I always sat with her. There's something inside of her that I'm proud to know. I just don't understand why Ron always found her so annoying.
Dobby seems to have taken a liking to her too. He knitted her a pair of socks. She's not entirely used to his odd taste, so I was very surprised at the easy way she accepted the hideous things. She acted like they were the most beautiful socks she'd ever seen. She said that she treasured socks immensely and that these would go in her personal collection.
I'm going to assume she was joking.
Saturday November 20, Common Room
Lunch was very strange. The strangest part was that it shouldn't have been strange.
I made Hermione sit next to me. Things were quite awkward, but at the same time I felt something inside of me sadden. I really do miss the old days: Ron, Hermione, and myself. We were always together. We practically shared the same thoughts. Well . . . Except for Hermione. She was always too eccentric for lowly folks like Ron and me.
We didn't even have a conversation. Perhaps small talk about school work at the most. It was the lack of conversation that really got to me. Maybe I overreacted at discovering their relationship. But they shouldn't have tried to hide it from me.
Sunday November 21, Boys' Dormitories
I'm ready to knock some sense into Ron. Only . . . I don't think I can. No matter how frustrated I get, sometimes I look at him when he thinks nobody's paying attention, and . . . I feel horrible. He has this lost, lonely look in his eyes. Ron needs someone, always. He needs someone to appreciate his with. He needs Hermione to argue with.
And maybe I still need him too. Ginny is nice. Hell, she's a lot nicer than nice, I'll admit that much. But she's . . . she's not Ron or Hermione. I need Ron to be my manly buddy. I need him to share a look with when things get too girly. I need Hermione to offer advice that I don't want. I need her to help me with my homework and admonish me for not getting it done. I need her to be strong and pure and . . . Hermione.
I won't apologize though. It was their fault to begin with. I'd forgive them easily if only they would admit that they were wrong. And if Ron would get rid of his problem with Ginny.
Monday November 22, Common Room
Is it sad to laugh at other people's misfortunes? Is it cruel and heartless? Normally I think I wouldn't laugh, but what just happened was too funny. Neville asked Lavender to The Bloody Ball in front of the whole common room.
Neville suddenly cleared his throat quite loudly. I don't think he was trying to get everyone's attention, but the lack of heavy conversation quickly died down to see what he was going to do. Neville must have been too nervous to notice. He just walked over to Lavender and wrung his hands nervously. "Lavender . . ."
"Yes?" she asked, looking annoyed at being interrupted.
"WillyougototheChristmasballwithmeplease?" Neville blurted out.
Lavender looked at him skeptically. "What? Talk slower."
"Will you . . ." Neville's face was bright red. ". . . go to the . . . Ball . . . With . . . . Me . . . .?"
Lavender did the worst possible thing. She burst out laughing. A second later Parvati joined her. Then the whole common room was laughing.
I feel horrible about chuckling along. Neville bolted out of there after standing frozen for several seconds. A few seconds later Hermione got up to follow him. She made a point to glare at everyone in the room she could before leaving. I hope she does something very Hermione-y and fixes everything. Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on Neville.
Tuesday November 23, Divination
I think Ron is ready to kill me right now, but I really don't give a bother. I've started to think Divination is much more enjoyable than I ever thought before. Trelawney just predicted . . . Well, why don't I just tell you what happened.
We were crystal ball gazing, as usual. I only saw fog. It reminded me of the cracks Ron was always so good at making about it being foggy the next day. Somehow they always made me chortle. I laughed aloud to myself, and this attracted Trelawney's attention.
She glided over to me with a neutral expression on her face. "What have we here, Harry? Gaze deeply into your ball and tell the class what you see."
I waited for the usual charming reference to her use of the word 'ball'. Ron kept silent. I sighed heavily and looked down. "I don't know . . . Death?"
"My dear boy!" Trelawney covered her mouth quickly, as though she thought she would ruin my self-esteem if she laughed. "No, no, no." She looked down for me. "Do you not see her?"
"See whom?" I was quite confused.
"The girl," Trelawney said impatiently. "See! That there is her hair!"
"Er . . . Professor, I think that's just a bit of fog," I told her quietly.
Trelawney ignored me. "Dear Harry, how far you've come since you first stepped into my room. I believe the danger has finally passed for you."
"Well, duh," Seamus muttered, "we figured that out when You Know Who died."
Trelawney shot Seamus a sharp look. Then she smiled warmly at Harry. "It looks as if a new woman is in your life." She gasped and snapped her attention back to the crystal ball. "Oh, dear! I never . . . I--"
I rolled my eyes. Here it came. The death warning.
"My dear boy, it looks like this mystery woman isn't going to be the only thing in your life." She looked up at me slowly as if in an epiphany. "You're going to have a child!"
I raised my eyebrows at her as Lavender and Parvati gasped. Trelawney patted my shoulder tenderly. "Be careful. She still has a year of school to finish, my boy."
I was outraged, obviously. After she left I noticed Seamus and Dean snickering. Ron was sending me death glares. Probably because it was quite obvious who Trelawney was predicting: Ginny.
I snuck a glance back at the crystal ball. I saw neither Ginny nor a baby. Trelawney is full of cotton balls.
Wednesday November 24, Common Room
I hate talking about my feelings. It's hard enough to write them down in here, but even harder when I have to say them aloud . . . To other people.
Ginny and I were outside sitting by the lake and enjoying the crisp autumn air. We weren't talking much, but things didn't seem awkward either. I don't know. Things are just so weird around Ginny anymore. One minute I think I might . . . Y'know, like her . . . Then the next I think I'm crazy.
I should just face the facts. Harry Potter was not meant to fall in love. I save the world, I defeat Voldemort, and I play Quidditch. I do not have girlfriends. I do not wonder what it's like to kiss my friends. Especially Ginny.
But I was wondering what it would be like to kiss her. I've never really kissed anyone before. I never had the desire to. Well . . . I don't think I would have minded kissing Cho, but that ended three years ago.
Anyway, we were just sitting, being quiet. Then Ginny suddenly turned to face me and asked, "Why are you suddenly opening up?"
I was surprised and confused. What did she mean? So I asked her.
She shrugged. "I don't know. You used to never . . . Talk to me. You still don't all the time. But sometimes you talk . . . A lot. Y'know?"
I think I know what she's talking about. I just didn't want to tell her why.
Ginny sighed. "And now I've backed you into a corner."
I could tell she was annoyed, and I hate having Ginny annoyed with me. Mainly because she doesn't show her annoyance often. At least, not her annoyance with me. So I sort of mumbled, "I don't know. I guess . . ."
"You guess what?"
"I guess that's just the way I am."
She patted my hand. "I know."
Then I did something really daring. I turned my hand over and took hers in mine before she could move it away. I avoided her eyes and looked out on the horizon, trying very hard not to blush. Ginny seemed surprised at first, but she didn't say anything.
We stayed like that for a long time. When it began to get dark, I just suddenly got up and helped her to her feet. We walked back to Gryffindor tower in silence.
I like the silence. It makes me feel . . . Content.
Thursday November 25, Common Room
The most revolting thing happened to me today. Neville asked to borrow the book that McGonagall gave to Ginny and me. You know, the one that . . . Talks about . . . Stuff.
Now why would Neville need that book? That's the revolting part.
Saturday November 27, Common Room
Quidditch practice was much more eventful last night. Our team has made a lot of progress since the beginning of the year, and I think we're reading for our first match later on today. The match is with Ravenclaw and starts after lunch. I'm filled with a great anticipation. This is my last year of Quidditch. Unless I decide to do it professionally, but that's another story.
Later on Saturday November 27, Boys' Dormitories
We won! I know, I know, it's not that surprising. Especially because Ravenclaw has such a slow team. But the thrill of winning a match can hardly be described. The rush I felt in the air was . . . I never realized how much I missed Quidditch. Going all summer without even riding a broom really takes a toll on me. Luckily I'll never have to suffer another summer like that again.
Anyway. There's a celebration going on, and I just wanted to jot that down while I was putting my broom away.
Sunday November 28, Boys' Dormitories
I did something really stupid last night. We all had quite a bit of butter beer, and Seamus and Dean surely had to have spiked it with something. I was sitting on the couch enjoying the buzzing in my head when Ginny came over to sit next to me.
I opened my eyes and smiled at her like an invalid. Then I picked up a piece of her hair and studied it. "I like your hair," I said. Or something equally idiotic.
Ginny just laughed. "I like your hair too," she said, ending her chuckle abruptly.
I nodded, not really listening to her. Then I brought her hair up to my nose and sniffed slightly. "It smells really good."
"Thanks," Ginny said shyly.
Can you believe I did that? What kind of a git does she think I am now? I actually smelled her hair right in front of her!
I am so lucky that Ron was busy. He and Hermione are back together or something. They were in a corner of the room snogging for most of the night. It wasn't a pretty site to behold, and I know Hermione's going to be angry in the morning. She'll be utterly humiliated for snogging Ron right in the middle of the common room.
At least I won't be the only one who's humiliated.
I'm just glad that McGonagall finally came down to yell at us. We were all glad that she didn't question what was in the butter beer or why we were all acting like gits.
I'm hoping against hope that Ginny forgets everything that happened last night. Or never brings it up again. Ever.
Monday November 29, Common Room
It hardly seems like November is over, but it must be. It snowed for the first time this morning. It was just a light sprinkle, but it's really quite pretty. I do miss the fall though. It's always been my favorite season. Things just seem so . . . Quiet and peaceful. Winter is too harsh. Summer is too hot. And Spring . . . Well, I've never been one for new beginnings. I usually like it when things end.
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AN: Sorry that it took so long to update! Writing Harry has been so hard, and I know he was out of character most of the time. I think I agree that Ginny is my favorite. Mainly because I get to invent her personality. Well . . . Let's hope that December will come soon. As you might be able to figure out, Hermione will be the star of that chapter.
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