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Disclaimer:  I don't own it… you don't sue… the genius J.K. Rowling owns it. Oh, and Beyonce owns the song…

Rated:  PG-13… er… yep…

Author's Notes:  Umm… now you read… after that you review. Yes, I know the song's a bit new… especially since the story is supposed to be in 1997 but I couldn't help it, it just came into my head and I had to do it!

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Chapter 3:  Confusing Thoughts And A Little Diary

Ginny walked out of her last class of the day. Charms with the Ravenclaws. She hadn't been able to pay close attention like she usually had. She was bombarded with thoughts of Draco Malfoy. She shuddered and tightly shut her eyes. Get out of my head, Ferret! she thought, angrily. She walked off toward her dorm to change before wondering around alone on the grounds of Hogwarts. Her friends would be utterly upset if they knew she had been wondering around alone but she really needed time to herself to get Draco out of her head.

Ginny climbed the many flights of stairs until she finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Phoenix," she said softly and the portrait flew open revealing the Gryffindor Common Room. She walked into the crowded room but no one seemed to notice. However, Ginny wasn't surprised, they ignored her all the time. The Dream Team was probably off somewhere trying to solve some kind of evil mystery involving Voldemort while everyone else in Gryffindor didn't care about Ginny or even knew who she was – besides her friends but even they seemed a bit preoccupied lately.

She walked up the staircase to the sixth year girl's dormitories. It was completely empty and Ginny smiled slyly to herself. The room was empty which meant none of her friends were there to hassle her into doing something with them.  She hummed happily to herself as she rummaged quickly through her messy trunk trying to find something decent to wear. She finally decided on something comfortable and pulled out some low rise jeans, a pink tank top, and a tiny black sweater. She reached under her bed and pulled out her black adidas.

Wearing her new outfit and a tiny bit of makeup, Ginny walked out of her dormitory to take a long walk around the lake to clear her head. The lake had a weird calming effect on Ginny – it was just peaceful out there, unlike her home or the common room. Right before she reached the portrait to leave she heard someone call her name. "Ginny!"

Oh, what now? Ginny thought, sighing. She turned around and found herself face to face with the Gryffindor Know-It-All, Hermione Granger. "I think Harry's out walking the halls looking for you," she said quickly before walking off toward Ginny's brother, Ron. The sixth year redhead turned and walked out of the packed common room before someone else had enough time to bother her. She didn't have time to worry about Harry Potter. She was over him entirely. Why didn't anyone understand that? The truth was that she had gotten over Harry before he had even asked her out during her fifth year. The things he did just made her want to scream. He simply waited too long to figure out that she had feelings for him.

Ginny walked around the halls humming to herself. Humming and singing – music in general – made her forget all of her problems. It calmed her just like the lake did. Music and the lake - Ginny's secret pleasures that she shared with no one but herself. Once she reached a corridor that was completely empty she began to sing softly to herself while she walked slowly. "You whisper softly in my ear. Makes me unwind. The way you touch me lets me know you're mine. I'd rather be with you because I love the way you scream my name."

Someone who had been following the youngest Weasley since she left the Gryffindor Common Room heard her begin to sing some kind of Muggle song. That someone heard it all and decided to finally make their presence known. "VIRGINIA!" that someone yelled from behind the little singing redhead.

The voice was familiar but she just couldn't place it with a face. Ginny stopped walking – practically stopped breathing. Someone had just heard her singing. Not even her mother had ever heard her sing. She bit her lip and started to turn around slowly. She wasn't sure she wanted to know who it was. Should I just run? Ginny asked herself. No, she answered. She gulped when she saw the smirking face down the hall. Draco Malfoy began walking slowly down the corridor toward her now completely still body. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, glaring at the boy dressed completely in black.

Draco smirked and leaned down near her ear, "Well, you said you loved the way I screamed your name." Ginny felt his warm breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear. She bit down on her lip again – what in the world is he doing? He lightly rubbed his hand on her cheek and started walking casually off down the corridor with his robes billowing out behind him. Ginny stayed where she was – she couldn't move even if she wanted to, she was in utter shock. Draco turned around smirking, "See you around, Little Weasel."

Without breathing, Ginny stayed right where Draco had left her. Her mouth was hanging open slightly and her hands were beginning to shake from the lack of air circulating through her body. She tried to come up with some kind of a comeback but it seemed as if her brain had completely stopped functioning. She was thinking her hardest trying to come up with some kind of insult to throw at the Ferret, but by the time she was even able to come out of her shocked-state, he was gone.

"Hey! Ginny?" yelled someone, unfortunately it wasn't the Slytherin Prince. This voice Ginny recognized with no problem at all. It was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Oh, Merlin! Why? Ginny asked herself. Suddenly, Ginny thought of the perfect plan. A plan to show Harry she didn't want him any longer, a plan to show everybody else she didn't want Harry anymore, and most of all, a plan to show everyone she wasn't just timid little Ginny Weasley any longer.

Draco walked toward the dungeons, where the Slytherin Common Room was located, fingering Ginny's journal carefully. Silly little Weaselette. Making it so easy for someone to steal stupid little things from her, Draco thought as he finally reached the entrance to the Common Room. "Dark Mark," he said casually. The entrance opened and he strolled in, looking around the room intently. The room was crowded but once he walked in the eyes of every girl landed on him immediately. Pansy got up from the couch where she had been snogging heavily with Travis Malvado, a seventh year Slytherin beater.

"Hey Draco," she said, running her hand up and down his muscular chest. "Pansy, fuck off. I'm busy," he said, pushing her off of him. Pansy landed on the cold hard floor and glared up at Draco with tears forming in her eyes. "But Draco, I thought you loved me," she whined. Draco cringed at the sound of her horrid high-pitched voice and looked at Pansy with disgust. "Just because we fucked one time does not mean I love you," he said harshly, before walking up the stairs to the boy's dormitories.

He pushed open the door of the dormitory and found no one there. He smirked as he closed and locked the door behind him. He wanted to be left alone to read about Weaselette's pathetic little life. He sat down at his desk and opened the diary to the very first page.

15th June 1997

I promised myself at the end of my first year at Hogwarts that I would by no means write in a journal again. I expect things change but I need someplace where I can vent my frustrations.

I am still terrified that something will happen seeing as I am writing in this journal Ron bought me in my second year but I presume I should start taking more chances. I had a visit with Dumbledore this afternoon about me starting to write in a journal again. He said it was entirely up to me and it may or may not make things better. My therapy sessions with Remus Lupin are going satisfactory.

Things here at 'You-Know-Where' are just dandy as well. Harry still isn't over the incident of his fifth year. I expect it will take a long time to recuperate – hopefully it doesn't take as long as I am taking. Harry and I were going together for quite a while but he broke up with me earlier this evening. He said it was just too hard for him – with the incident and all.

I had another nightmare last night – that might've been what brought on the breakup. I woke up screaming and Harry came running into the bedroom. I think I scare him. From time to time I feel like he still thinks I'm – well you know – under the spell of the journal.

Always and Forever,

Virginia Weasley

Draco looked up from the old journal; his smirk was gone and his hair was a bit of a mess from running his hand through it. "What in the world is she talking out?" he asked the empty room. He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. "Weaselette's just exaggerating. Maybe she's writing a story," he said, smirking yet again. "Merlin, what kind of incident would make her need therapy?" he finally asked the large vacant room. Sighing, he picked up the journal again and turned the page.

17th June 1997

I had another dream last night…

I was in the Chamber. Tom was there. He smiled at me. His purely evil smile. I hate that smile. I felt chills creep up my spine when I saw him. He told me it was time. Time for what? I asked him. He didn't answer. He just smiled that horridly evil smile.

I woke up right away. Sweat pouring down my body. I was freezing. As if I had really been back in the Chamber. I'd never want to go back there. I wouldn't be able to handle it. What is it time for? I don't understand. Merlin, what is it time for? Is he coming back for me?

Dumbledore said he had given me some of his power through that journal. Does he want it back? Am I part of him forever? Oh, Merlin! Please, what is it time for? What's going to happen? I need to stop whatever it is…

Always and Forever,

Virginia Weasley

"Tom?" Draco asked himself. "I've heard that name before," he said, "Something father said – someone father knows." He looked around the room, trying to remember where he had heard that name before. He stopped in shock; chills ran up and down his spine. He remembered – his father used to tell him stories about him. Stories to make Draco as evil as him. "Tom Marvolo Riddle," he said simply. "Lord Voldemort."

"What the fuck would he want with the Weaselette?" he yelled into the empty dormitory. He knew he'd have to find out because he knew Voldemort wanted him too. For what? He had no idea…

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Author's Notes:

Whoohoo! Chapter 3 is finished! Hope you guys aren't mad that I took forever to get this done but I've been a bit busy. I started another DM/GW fic and I think it's really good. Maybe you should check it out! Please review me for this fic and that one! Thanks! This chapter is a little shorter but this is all I need for this one… next chapter will be longer… promise!

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