June 24th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Well, that's it, I am officially the first Weasley child to graduate in the new
millennium. Not that it matters much, seeing as all my brothers have already
graduated. Just thought I'd try and make myself feel special though. Heck, it
was worth a try. So yes, this is me, Ginny Weasley, your beloved owner, and
here I am once again pouring out my soul to you. Seems a bit pathetic, eh? I
bet you're thinking in your non-existent brain "Oh glory, I wish she'd just get
a real friend!" Ha, Ha, Ha! I do have friend's thank you much. There's
Hermione, Ron (though he's more of a brother then a friend), and Harry. Ahh
Harry Potter. The subject of MANY a conversation inside my head. That silly
little boy, or rather, MAN, has been the object of my ardent affections for 8
years of my life. That is practically half my life. Pathetic, I know. I know
what you're thinking dear diary, that me, Ginny Weasley is quite the loser
claiming only three friends as her own. Let me clarify, not that you care…
I have MANY acquaintances, don't we all? But in my own humble opinion, it takes
a lot more then just knowing someone to be there friend. I guess the only
reason I am friends with Hermione and Harry is cos' of my brother Ron. Well, I
do have to say this; Ron was my friend first, so therefore, well… I don't know
rightly, but he was my friend first. Then he went off to Hogwarts and got all
"I have friends, I don't need you Ginny" on me, and that hurt. But oh well, me
and my clumsy self got over it, and eventually, when Ronald grew some brains,
he figured out I wasn't this dumb little kid. Yah, so needless to say, ever
since my 4th year at school, things have looked up. Ahh, so the
friend's side of the fence is great, but what about Romance you ask? Well, that's
exactly what I say. What about it? It's like, zilch, zero, nah-ah, not there,
when it comes to me. Mum, I must say, is quite disappointed, for she's itching
with anticipation to have some grandchildren, and hopefully soon. I told her
"don't get your knickers in a twist, mum, I'm sure some gallant lad will be
aching soon enough to get me knocked up." She just looked at me horrified. The
good thing is though, she shut up about the grandchildren and marriage talk.
Bah humbug is all I say to that. There is only one man I wouldn't particularly
mind getting knocked up by, and I don't think I need to say his name yet again.
Oh the woes of adolescence. Will the woes of that crucial point in time ever go
away? Not likely. It's sad though, isn't it, when you've had a crush that long…
Almost, desperate really. Ha! I'm just glad he isn't standing over my shoulder
reading this………
Sorry, just checking to make sure he wasn't. Anyway, I always seem to make a
fool of myself in front of him. Not in the blushing way of my schoolgirl days,
more in a way of a klutzy goon who is a good actress. I always manage to trip,
or blurt something out, or make a total mess of any situation. He can't tell
though, I know he can't. I'm very good at making things look like that is
EXACTLY how I planned it. Either that, or I can make it look like a complete
accident. Boy I've sure got him fooled. As to Hermione… I'm sure she can see
through my silly façade. She's got a brain, that's for sure. I know I can trust
her with my silent secret, however, because she fancy's someone else. Oh you've
guessed it. Ron. My brother. Red hair, freckles, gangly. Yes that's Ron. But
then again, I can't really insult him, because I'm practically a girl version
of Ron; the only difference being I SOMEWHAT have breasts and I am completely
devoid of male gentiles. That being the proper way of putting it I guess…
No really, I am VERY much built the same as Ron. I inherited the bad genes you
could say… No offense to my parents of course. I'm sure my balding father and
my curvaceous mother were once the pride and peaches of Hogwarts. Actually,
I've seen pictures of them in their school days, and they both were quite good
looking. How I managed to turn out the way I did, well, that boggles my mind
completely. I do know one thing, however. I'm not ugly. Sure I'm no Celestina
Warbeck, but I am not ENTIRELY hopeless. I'm sure with some work I could look
decent enough, perhaps even decent enough for Harry's eye to be caught. Whoops,
I said his name. DARN DARN DARN!!! Anyway, so now that you know there is
nothing vaguely special about me, and that I am tall and gangly with hardly any
breasts (well not enough to be proud of) I think I shall sign off? Have I
forgotten anything dearest diary? Well, just in case…some parting notes for
you… My middle name is Anne and my favourite flowers are pink carnations.
Until next time…
Your favourite little Weasley,
Virginia
June 26th, 2000
Dear Diary,
UGH! GR! ARGH! GROWL! SNARL! Why me?!? Oh fates why me? I bet you're wondering
what could cause me such agony. Need I say? Fine, I will, but I'll write it in
code. HARRY POTTER! GRRRRRRR. Sure he doesn't nor ever will find out how much
distress he actually causes me, but still, it's enough to drive a girl
completely bonkers.
Apparently, he and Ronald (yes I only call him that when I
am completely disgusted, annoyed, or furious with him,) he and Ronald thought
it would be oh so humorous to take some pictures of my graduation. Harmless
enough, right? WRONG! A million times wrong. Agh, Ron caught a picture of Harry
and I standing together. It's quite a nice photograph actually; I have a copy
of it here, but SHH don't tell. Well, Ronald decides it would be funny to show
it to Harry, because, well, I was sort of making googly eyes at Harry, and you
know how embarrassing getting caught can be. So Ronald is sniggering over
something and I ask him what, and he shows me the photo. I blushed so red. The
me in the photo is practically drooling all over Harry. Ok, that was an over
exaggeration, but still… Then, he goes "Oy Harry, come here, I got something
great to show you…" Naturally I snatched the photo, but twas to no avail.
Hidden under his jumper were HUNDREDS (another exaggeration) of these photos.
Black mail material I assume… I shrieked and ran out of the room, but whom do I
choose to run into?? THE MAN HIMSELF! Harry-flippin-Potter!!! This did nothing
to help my disposition, seeing as I nearly plowed over him. After we had
managed to get properly untangled, Harry flashed me another one of those
handsome, only slightly cocky grins. Me, and my stupid brain, tried to think of
something witty, humorous even. Why me. Why oh why. My ever so talented come
back was,
"Looking good Potter," with one of those little gun finger points. You
know, were you do the little clicking noise at the end. He just gave me a wink
and went to see what Ronald wanted. Oh a wink. A WINK! If the wink had been
under any other circumstances, I would of DIED of happiness. However, I heard
him suppress a chuckle as he left my presence. My ears burned red with
embarrassment, and before I could leave, Harry and Ronald sauntered into the
room. Ronald was openly grinning and sniggering, and Harry, it seemed, was
holding back some sort of smile. Whether it was one of amusement or something
else, I can't tell. I guess he was making fun of slobbering, slaving,
Harry-obsessed Ginny though. He looked up to my red ears and me and said,
"Looking good Weasley," with another wink. Only, when he said it, it
sounded COOL! Not dumb and cheesy. He even pocketed the photo, though I don't
know why.
Oh boys are confusing. So now I'm sitting here cherishing those wonderful,
lovely, playful winks and wishing there would be more from where they came.
Perhaps something more along the lines of a…. kiss! But then again, I'm just
being boy obsessed again. No, not boy obsessed, Harry obsessed. Enough about
that…
Hermione is coming to visit for the summer. I am
surprisingly not so excited for this. You want to know what she decided to
pursue as a career choice? S.P.E.W. No, not SPEW, S.P.E.W. Yes, that is
correct, Hermione is infuriating and scandalizing house elves everywhere. Only,
for some strange reason, she insists she's helping them. So far she has three
elves enlisted in her house elf union. One of those is Dobby. I wouldn't be
surprised if the other two are made up…
Anyway, the reason I'm not excited about this is cos' she's
sure to spiel on and on and on and ON forever about SPEW! Ronald pokes fun at
her over it, but you could see deep down he just wants to agree with her so
that maybe she'll kiss him for being so considerate. It's quite nauseating,
those two. The nameless man with the green eyes and me are always on the
sidelines watching them make googly eyes at each other, listening to them talk
about the other, and pretending we don't know that they're madly in love with
other. Quite sickening if you ask me. Harry, oops, The Boy Who Lived, reckons
we ought to shut them in a closet or something until they confess to each other
they'd rather be snogging senseless then fighting. Just the thought of them
snogging gives me the collywobbles. That is just not fun to picture my brother
kissing anyone, especially not my best girl friend. Now, the thought of one red
head and a certain raven-haired fellow… well them snogging doesn't sound
repulsive at all. If, in fact, that red head was me and not any of my family!
Ok, I thought I made it clear I was going to stop being H_ _ _ _ obsessed. Ugh,
and now I'm arguing with myself? Honestly, how pathetic can you get.
Signing off,
V.A. Weasley
PS: Didn't I sign my name so sophisticatedly?
PPS: I solemnly swear not to write Harry's name in here anymore.
PPPS: Unless it's crucial to an entry.
PPPPS: or I'm in the mood to think about him.
PPPPPS: Scratch that, I'm always in a Harry mood. Unless it's crucial, and
that's final...
June 27, 2000
Dear Diary,
Goodness gracious, yesterdays entry was quite silly actually. I mean, it's not
like I haven't done anything embarrassing in front of Harry before. Oh well… PLUS,
he said I looked good. I don't know if he were just kidding or not, but still.
I'd like to take it as a compliment. Whoops, I went back on my word. Gr. When
is New Years when you need it… darn these resolutions.
Anyway, Hermione came to the Burrow yesterday. It was hilarious to see Ron's face at seeing her. He looked as if he'd like to ravish her on the spot. Where is a camera when you need one? Now THAT would have been GREAT blackmail material. I have to admit, Hermione is a very pretty girl, by far, prettier then me. She always used to have that wild bushy hair and buckteeth, but she's really grown into herself. Like, her hair is tamer now and hangs in loopy curls, and her teeth, well those were fixed ages ago. Sure, she's no movie star either, but she's definetly a pretty girl. Harry and I covered our sniggers up with lame coughs, neither Ron nor Hermione noticed though.
I didn't have to help Hermione with her luggage this visit because Ron so gallantly offered to take it. Seeing as I was still quite piqued over the photo incident, I gladly complied. Boy was he for it. I don't think, that when he volunteered he rightly knew just how much a girl can pack. He wanted to show off his "strength" so he left his wand in his pocket and carried it the old fashioned way. Hermione, no doubt, was impressed. Harry and I snorted into our hands. So we let the two lovebirds go upstairs and get Hermione's trunk settled into my room. This left us there, alone, which meant I was BOUND to do something quirky and embarrassing. Well, as it always goes, I did. Sometimes I wonder if Harry feels a little sorry for me, or maybe even a lot sorry for me. I know I would, and do.
So we were in the kitchen, talking about nothing in
particular, quacking jokes at Ron and Hermione. It was all very harmless and
fun, that is, before me and my big mouth got carried away. We were saying how
funny it'd be to put a binding charm on them or something, or stick them in
Mum's broom closet until they confessed their undying love for each other.
Since we were on the subject of snogging, sort of, I brought it up.
"So Potter, how many girls have had the displeasure of being stuck in a
broom closet with you, if you get the gist…" Oh gods, why did I have to bring up girls and Harry?! Ugh, he just
chuckled however. Just chuckled and shook his head, then walked towards the
sitting room. On his way out, however, he jabbed back,
"Wouldn't you love to know," with another wink! I thought I'd die of
mortal embarrassment. Is it THAT obvious I'm desperately in love with him? No,
it's not. I hide it well. I SWEAR. I don't know if maybe you've noticed, but
Harry has indeed changed. I remember back to the times Voldie was in power, and
well, Harry was so serious and sullen then. Now, well, now he's bold, outgoing,
beautiful, as always, and even a bit cocky. I don't mind his arrogance, as long
as he stays as wonderful as he is. Which he always will, cos' he's Harry. Oh
goodness, now I'm REALLY becoming Harry obsessed. I might as well just label
this diary "THOUGHTS ON HARRY", it's probably a better suited title then "THE
VERY SECRET DIARY OF V.A WEASLEY." Oh well, you know what they say. "Always
look on the bright side of life…"
Au revior for now…
-Ginny W.
June 29th, 2000
Dear Diary,
It's been torture these last two days. Hermione and Rom have been getting on
everyone's nerves, including each other's. If they're not having a row, they're
making eyes at each other, if not making eyes at each other, then they're
confiding in Harry or I about the other. It's ever so tiresome, and it's
driving everyone completely bonkers; including Dad, and that's saying
something… So, Harry and I shall have to put up with this until our genius
breaks through. I am really not quite sure what is worse, however, my brother
sticking his tongue down my best friends throat, (ew!) or them having a row
over something pointless every five minutes. It comes to a very close draw, but
I think, even the disgusting thought of them snogging is better then putting up
with their bickering.
Another interesting conversation piece is the nick name
Harry has thought up for me. Yesterday we were poking fun at SPEW and I made a
particularly good one about Hermione's knitting escapades back in 1997 and
Harry was all,
"Nice one Red" and gave me a high five. Of course, he has yet to call me
"Red" again, but still…
I am feeling in the mood for chocolate right now… Will be back…
……………………………
Mmm, there's nothing like a steaming mug of chocolate to get
you relaxed, or overly hyper, though I prefer the former. Funny thing really,
Ron and Harry were down in the kitchen when I went to get my love. (No not
Harry, my other love. Who you ask? Why chocolate of course.) I brought you,
dearest diary, down with me and tucked you fondly under my arm, just to make
sure no one would sneak a peek at your lovely pages. That would be BEYOND
embarrassing. So I walked into the kitchen, diary in tow, and Harry and Ron
were sitting there discussing something in hushed tones. As soon as I stepped
in the room (Damn, where're extendable ears when you need them) they stopped
their conversing. I just smiled innocently, pretending I hadn't been
eavesdropping. Then I went to the cupboard to pull down the chocolate. When I
did, you dearest, fell from beneath my arm and landed on the floor in a thud.
It was between me and Harry, both of us were the same proximity away from this
book. Giving a little "EEK!" I dove for you ever so gracefully and
grabbed you just as Harry did. Coming back up, I managed to bump my head on the
edge of the table, but not before I strangled you from Harry. He gave me a
vicious grin and asked me if my head was all right. Giving him a nod, I went
back to my chocolate. Ron watched this little display very bemusedly. With a
flick of my wand, my chocolate was steaming and ready to drink. Snatching my
diary pointedly from the counter top, I gave the boys a smug look and then
sauntered to the doorway.
"Anything about me in there, Red?" Harry asked, looking very cocky indeed.
I had the perfect retort however.
"Wouldn't you love to know," I said with a triumphant look. Then I
waltzed out of there. Well, sort of, I kind of actually tripped when I made it
to the stairs, and I know they saw it cos' gales of laughter sounded from the
kitchen.
Why am I so clumsy around him? Is he really that enchanting? Yes. He is. Gr.
Damn him and his good looks. Oh but it's not just good looks. Yes it's one
hundred percent true that he has the most handsome face in the world, BUT,
that's not all. He's charming, polite, honest, amusing and easy going. Of
course he is a bit cocky now in days, but in a good-natured way… Nothing at all
like that horrid boy Malfoy…
OH! I forgot to mention, he winked at me too! HARRY WINKED AT ME AGAIN! This
definetly means SOMETHING. I will have to keep a tally of this…
Well diary, I'm sure my "witty" repartee is fascinating the daylights out of
you, but I really must be off. Yes, that's right, my bed begs me come, and who
am I to deny the sleep cycle its course? Fare thee well fair journal, until we
meet again…
~Lady Red
PS: 4 winks.
June 30th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Bah, my life is an endless cycle of eating, sleeping, and Harry obsessing.
Nothing new ever happens. Well, not yet at least. The four of us young people
have decided to go to Hogsmeade, you know, make a day of it. I'm not sure when
we're leaving, so I'll write a bit before I go. Harry and I have FINALLY come
up with a perfect way to get those two on sort of a date. Why we'll ditch them
of course. We'll make sure they floo to Hogsmeade, and then we'll floo to
Diagon Alley. Rather clever if you ask me, it'll force them to spend the day
together, alone. Whoops, there's a thought, same thing goes for Harry and I. I
wonder why Harry suggested this, oh well, it's bound to work, unless of course
it goes horribly wrong and the whole thing blows up in our faces and Ron and
Hermione have a row or something – whoops, rambling again. Oh well, if it'll
give me the chance to be alone with Harry, ALL stinking DAY, then I'll do it.
Not that he could ever think of me that way, that is… Oh well, a girl can
dream. I hear Harry calling me from downstairs now, so I best put this down.
Wish me luck!
Crossing her fingers,
-Gin Gin
Later (June 30th 2000)
Dear Diary,
Oh goodness, I've never had a more perfect day! The plan worked pretty well,
well, at least I think so. Hermione and Ron have YET to come home. I take that
as a good sign seeing as the clock says it's 10:33 pm. Well, enough about those
sickening love birds, I want to talk about my day. Selfish, I know, but
wouldn't you be if you had just spent the whole day with the boy of your
dreams? Yes, you would! Ahh, the butterflies still haven't left my tummy. It
all started around 11:42 when we finally left….
Harry and I insisted Ron and Hermione went first to the
Three Broomsticks, where we were supposed to meet up. After watching them
leave, via floo, we looked at each other with triumphant grins knowing phase
one of the plan was completed. Then he jumped in and shouted "the leaky
cauldron" and I followed suit. We took a moment to get cleaned up, seeing
as the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace is certainly not the cleanliest place. Then
Harry, oh so gentlemanly, offered me his arm and we waltzed like old friends
out to the back of the alley. * Sigh * I can STILL feel his hand burning on my
arm. Ok, anyway, back to the day…
So for the greater portion of the day, we just wandered aimlessly around to
each of the shops, buying some little trinkets when they caught our fancy,
admiring the newest Firebolt model, eating ice cream, rummaging through books
in Florish and Botts. In other words, we had great innocent fun. It was nearing
dusk and I suggested getting some food. I may be a girl, but I am still a
Weasley. Harry agreed with a grin and hearty pat to his stomach. Apparently,
even with age, some things about boys never change. So as we were walking, eh
gads this is embarrassing and good at the same time, he draped his arm around
my shoulders. I assure you, it was in a STRICTLY platonic way, but I couldn't
help getting all fluttery inside anyway. How do I know he didn't mean anything
by it? Well, for one, he continued to joke with me, and two, it was in such a
casual way. Usually when a boy makes a move like that intending for it to be
more, he won't say anything. I should know, I've had a few attempts made on me
before. Yes, I am not SO ugly that boys are COMPLETELY repelled from me…
So there we were, walking, talking and looking out for a good place to eat, and
I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we were a couple. I know,
not good to dwell on those thoughts while in the presence of him. It's bound to
cause something embarrassing to happen. Well, something SLIGHTLY embarrassing
happened, compared to all my other embarrassing moment, it was only slightly
embarrassing. Wow, I've used that word three times in one sentence. Hmm…
Anyway, I was sitting there in my little reverie, and Harry
was chatting on about something, quidditch probably. So we were walking and as
I said before, I wasn't paying attention to anything outside of my mind, and I
tripped. I fell, on my rump in the middle of the street, with Harry at my side
in my best white summer dress. Hah, as luck would have it, I landed in the
gutter, were all varieties of DISGUSTING things lay strewn about. So I sat
there for a moment, in stunned silence, letting my dress get soaked with nasty
drain water, and Harry just laughed. He let out a barking mad laugh. At first I
was a bit angry, then, what did I decide to do? I started laughing too.
Finally, being the knight in shining armour he is (rolls eyes) he gave me his
hand and helped me up. He looked over my soiled dressed and just shook his head
in an amused way.
"You never cease to amuse me Red," with a chuckle, he swished his wand
expertly and I was clean once again. Giving him a playful swat on the arm, I
walked on without him. Something must have been very entertaining from where he
was standing, cos' a moment later he came jogging up a little flushed in the
face. Not flushed as in "I've been running" flushed, flushed as in "I've been
blushing" flushed. Yes, now what exactly he was staring at, I can only imagine.
It was a good day, all and all. * Sighs * It would have been so much more
perfect if he had said "you never cease to AMAZE me" instead of "amuse
me," but still, I can't complain, it was a compliment after all. I think?
Was it? Oh no, was he making fun of me? AHH! Why are boys so damn confusing??
Anyway, I think I heard Ron and Hermione arriving. Got to go check and make
sure those two aren't at it like jack rabbits… Well someone's got to keep an
eye on them.
On a mission,
Red
Later still…
Oh man, gross. They were snogging, ew. Ew. EWWWW!!! I mean, full fledged
snogging. Not some sweet, romantic kiss you see in the movies… seriously. FULL
FLEDGED, tongues down the throat, hands in inappropriate places, and serious
tonsil damage being done. Ew. That is not something I want to see ever again.
Well, all I can say now is that Harry and I truly are geniuses, though I'm not
sure walking in on that was worth it. So I walk down there, and give a little,
"hem hem," (which I might say resembled a certain Umbridge woman) and they
pulled apart like lightning had struck. It was hilarious to see the shock and
embarrassment all over their faces. Lucky for me, I was prepared this time.
Yes, being the smart woman I am I brought my camera with me. Oh revenge was
sweet. I got a few of them while tongue tied, and then a few afterwards.
Needless to say, Ronald flew after me in an embarrassed rage, but I escaped
unscathed. Ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! I have more embarrassing revenge then Ronald,
that should get him to shut up about my googly eyes. I can't wait to show
Harry…
Dreaming of the one she… loves,
Virginia Anne Weasley
PS: I love him? Wow. I guess I do…