Authors notes: Wowsies, only up for like a day or two and already so many reviews! Thanks guys. Here's a second installment. I'm not quite sure just how long this will turn out to be, because I know exactly when it will stop, but I'm not sure how much in-between there will be. Do you guys want a LONG story, like 5 plus chappies, or would you prefer a shorter one… like 3 or 4 chappies? Seeing as the chappies are a tad on the long side, I'd think the 3-4 chappies would be enough, besides, I don't want the story to get boring and drawn out… but I would like to know the readers opinions. Ok, here goes nothing…
July 2nd, 2000
Dear Diary,
well that was certainly a startling discovery. I love Harry? I love Harry. Yes,
I think I really do, I mean, I could most definetly see me spending the rest of
my life with him, and I assure you this has nothing to do with the HP fan club
I tried to start when I was 13. I mean, at first it started out as a goofy kid
crush, you know the kind where you see a film star or a pop singer and think "Wow
he's hot," or "If only I could know them." And then you find all the
pictures you can of them and paste them in a journal and slave over them in
private and can't help daydreaming what it would be like to be their
significant other. No, that was me until my fourth year, the year Harry and I
actually had a full conversation. I had given up hope by then, hell I still
don't have much hope, but still… Then over the years, we got to know each
other, and well, now, now… I don't know, but first I loved him as a friend,
then I knew my schoolgirl crush for him would never go away. I guess it has
just developed into something a little deeper. Look at me now, getting all deep
and mushy on you dear journal. You must be thinking, "This girl is off her
rocker." Perhaps I am…
Anyway, so the night of the game, (tonsil hockey incase you're wondering) Hermione came up to my room VERY red faced. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing. She asked, in a very polite tone, if she could please have the film. I thought about it… NOT! There is no way in hell I'm giving up such great black mail material. Anyway, she came in here and started blushing like mad and said I should just forget what I saw. Believe me Hermione, I will try as hard as I can. Then, after she got over the embarrassment of it all, she got REALLY angry. She started ranting and raving about how Harry and I were so inconsiderate for just ditching them like that. I had heard her spew at me like this enough in the past though, so I just sort of zoned out, concentrating very hard on the vein that was popping out of her throat. It was sort of weird. Like it was all purple and sticking out against her way too red throat. Then she threw a pillow at me out of nowhere and turned away with a frustrated sigh. I wondered if Ron knows about that vein… I should try and get a picture of it sometime; it's really quite funny to look at. Anyway, not that that would bother ickle Ronniekins, he'd just adore her even more. Probably give her a pet name for it or something nauseating like that.
Anyway, I asked her if she and Ronnie boy were a couple
FINALLY, yes I put a lot of emphasis into that finally. She just looked at me
like "Finally?" then turned around. A moment later, however, she turned
to me with a smug look and asked,
"So when are you and Potter going to get together, or are you two already
shagging like maniacs?" My eyes turned as wide as saucers, and while I
won't deny the thought hadn't entered my mind, Hermione had NO BUSINESS knowing
about that. I just chuckled as if she had made a silly joke and shook my head. "You're
a funny one Granger," I said as if that was the lamest joke in the world.
OH well, she bought it, I hope…
Anyway, that was a few nights ago. Nothing big has happened, just managed to make a fool out of myself a lot, but that's normal. So Ronnie finally left back for his flat, and unfortunately took Harry and Hermione with him. Harry promises he'll come back though, let me see how he put it… Oh yes, he said "I'd rather NOT hear them going at it every waking hour. God knows they've been bonded at the mouth these past few days, it's only a matter of time before I hear 'Oh Ronnie,' and 'Mione!' coming from his room…" Let's just say, I did not need to hear that. That gave us both a good laugh, seeing as it was true. Ever since their "discovery" of each other, they've practically been lip locked. Harry said it reminded him of a time he saw to muggles with braces (braces?? Huh?) kiss and their mouths got stuck together. Braces must be glue or something… I'll ask Hermione about it later, her parents, after all make teeth for a living, or something like that…
I wonder what it would be like if I could work up the nerve to ask Harry out. I mean, how would I do it? Would I be all suave and say something like, "Harry darling, shall we have dinner on Friday evening?" Or would I be corky and say something like, "Oy Harry buddy ol' pal, what's say you and I grab a butterbeer sometime over some crackers or something," or perhaps I'd be seductive and say, "Harry, I'm dying to get to know you more PERSONALLY, if you know what I mean…" Honestly, I think he'd die of laughter at all three of the proposals. Proposals? How ironic. I was just thinking how nice a proposal from a certain man would be…
Perhaps I should just drown myself in my own misery… Let me
go try.
Nope, didn't work. What a pity. Well, her majesty, the unfortunate soul that
has the displeasure of sticking her tongue down my brother's throat, is yelling
at me to turn the damn light off. And those are her words exactly… Well I guess
she's right, it is a tad bit late. Well dear diary, I guess this is good night,
but only till tomorrow!
A not so sleepy,
~Youngest Weasley of the lot
July 3rd, 2000
Dear Diary,
Relatively nothing happened today. I think I might die of boredom. Best not to
say that around Mum, however, she'll come up with some "clever" little escapade
for me. Whether it be chores, or visiting old decrepit Aunt Bernice, I'd rather
just entertain myself. Maybe I'll go floo Harry and see if he'd like to come
over…
Yours truly,
~Virginia
July 4th 2000,
Dear Diary,
Harry came over yesterday. When I flooed him, he told me that he'd do just
about ANYTHING to escape Ron and Hermione's little love fest. Boy those two
really have grown close, guess it wasn't such a genius plan after all. Well
anyway, I told Harry to come over, even if I were his only escape. He laughed
at that and said "Ginny, you know I'd love to spend time with you anyway, I
just needed a good excuse." I rolled my eyes at that, cos' Harry surely
knows by now that he's welcome at the Burrow anytime, no excuses necessary.
Anyway, I tore my head out of the hearth once he said he'd come over, and
waited oh so patiently for him to apparate or floo or something over here. FINALLY
he got his arse over here. He showed up in a pair of trainers, and some gym
clothes. I raised an eyebrow in question. It's not usually like Harry to be so
lazy when he's dressing, so you can see why I was a bit confused. Anyway…
So then he told me to go put some different clothes on and some trainers.
Naturally I asked why, and he told me that we were going to go outside. Five
minutes later I was downstairs also wearing similar apparel. He looked pleased
enough, so he led me outside.
"What in the bloody hell are we doing Harry?" I finally asked. I mean,
you don't very well just let someone lead you outside in ratty clothes and have
no bloody idea what is going on. He just snickered a bit and said, "Blimey,
you're a bit too impatient for my liking Red…" That shut me up. Perhaps he
didn't know how much I liked, loved him, but still it hurt to hear that,
even if he meant nothing by it. I tried to grin and cover up my disappointment,
but he saw through it I think. Thankfully, the dumb arse said nothing! That
would have been embarrassing…
So then we stood there in the quidditch field (as we like to call our back lot)
and Harry stood there grinning. "Yes Harry, this is nice and peachy, I'm
sure, but why are we here?" Gah, my patience had ebbed away by then. I mean
he led me to the quidditch field for god's sake! I watched as Harry
transfigured a rock into something that looked like a ball. It was about the
size of a quaffle, but it had checkers all over it. "I'm going to teach you
to play football," he stated matter-of-factly. Now, being a Gryffindor, and
in the same house as Dean Thomas, I had heard of the sport. Every once in
awhile Harry and Dean would have arguments about some team called West Ham
something or other. Of course, Harry always was in the defense of Quidditch,
saying it out beat football ten to one. He did tell me, time in again though,
that football was ok for a muggle sport.
So there we were, two adult wizards and you'd think we could at least kick a
football around correct? Wrong. While Harry may be completely competent in the
athletics area, poor Ginny Weasley is completely devoid of any knack for
sports. True I played on the gryffindor house quidditch team, but riding a
broom is entirely different then trying to kick a ball into some netted area.
How people do this for a living, I cannot imagine! I had a hard enough time
actually kicking the ball, much less trying to get it past Harry who was
playing the part of keeper. I kept missing the darn thing. I tried to kick it
so hard once that I fell down and landed hard on my rump. "You sure have a
knack for falling on your bum don't you Red?" Harry said with a teasing
grin. Well Mr. Potter, it's not my fault the blasted ball won't be kicked! "Thanks
Harry, real nice of you," I said as I got up. Ouch it hurt, I swear I am
starting to get a big purple bruise on my rump. Then the bastard started
sniggering, "Oy Gin, I'm just glad I'm not as clumsy as you!" he said.
Right then, I already know about my dysfunctional feet, you just have to rub it
in! "Thanks Potty," I snapped, "make me feel REEEEEEEALLY loved." That
made him atleast TRY and repress his grin. "Ahh Gin, you know I wouldn't
have you any other way." Wait, I'm too impatient for you, and then you say
I'm perfect as am? Wow. Boys are a confusing lot.
After our rousing game, which included a few more falls and some snide remarks
on Harry's part, we headed back towards the Burrow. I don't think I will be
trying soccer anytime soon, it's just not my sport. My shins are bruised as
heck now and my toe hurts like something else! Harry just keeps saying, "that's
cos' you need shin guards, and you're not supposed to kick with your toe!" Thanks
so much for telling me AFTERWARDS Mr. Bloody Football Expert. So I'm a bit
perturbed now, but just you wait, he'll flash me one of his famous grins
sometime soon, and I'll melt once again. * Sigh * oh the pain of unrequited
love….
Looking for a cure,
~Lovesick Weasley
July 5th, 2000
Dear Diary,
According to Hermione, my muggle expert friend, yesterday was some sort of
American holiday. Independence day if I remember correctly. Well Happy Belated
Independence my western friend. I'd like to go to America one day, perhaps when
Harry and I are married – eh gads, did I just write that? Anyway… The
weather here is BOILING! Who would of thought that England could be so bloody
hot during the summer. It must be a record temperature or something, because I
haven't felt heat like this since I was a little girl. Which reminds me, isn't
it hilarious how people can resort to the weather when they're feeling
uncomfortable? For instance, just the other day when my Mum was asking about
the nature of Ronald's (mad at him again, tell why later.) and Hermione's
relationship, he got all red and mumbled something about what a nice day for a
walk it was.
My brother, eh gads he is such a coward at times. I love him anyways, even if I
am QUITE angry at him at the moment. Oh yes indeed I am. He had the nerve to
come and sneak a peek in you diary dearest. How much more embarrassment do I
need in my life?!?! Fates, if you're listening, WHY ME?!? Thankfully, he only
read a few pages, but STILL! I am never forgiving him, not until next week AT
LEAST. After catching brother dearest (dearest, pft! yah right) in the act, I
told him, or rather threatened him, that if he EVER said anything to Harry that
those photos would mysteriously find their way into Mum's cook book. Blushing
red, he agreed. So now he has something on me, and I have something on him.
Maybe a memory charm would work…
I still cannot believe he would do such a thing though. I mean, it's like my
personal thoughts and feelings! HOW DARE HE! I seriously need to save up some
money and move out. Which reminds me, I got a job at Florish and Blotts, it's
just a summer job to save some money before I start HEALERS training in the
autumn. Yes, that is correct, I am going to become a Healer. That is, I hope,
I'm not quite sure they graduate accident-prone people… Ugh, Mum is hollering
something fierce for me to get downstairs… Guess I had best be going for now, I
only hope Ronald isn't around…
Angrily yours,
~Red faced Red
July 6th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Ugh, that Ronal will pay… Muahahaha (evil laugh) I know it is a bit childish of
me, but I got my revenge. Oh Yes, a few of those photos found their way into
Mum's cookbook. Evil? I think so….
Ok, ok, I'm just kidding. I'm not that mean! I just happened to HINT about Ronald and Hermione at supper last night. I got Ronald into quite a fix, seeing as he hasn't told Mum and Dad yet. Of course, I haven't a clue as to why not. Mum will only be thrilled… Anyway, back to the supper incident…
As soon as the words "Hermione and Ron" had left my mouth,
Ronald gave me a sharp kick in the shins. Bugger, I'm going to have an awful
lump of a bruise… Anyway, he sort of choked on his shepherds pie when Mum asked
me if there was anything going on between the two. It was awfully funny to see
his face turn, if possible, even redder. I gave him a cheeky grin and then told
Mum, "Oh, I'm not quite sure, why don't you ask Ronald." Of course this sent
Ronald fuming and he had to excuse himself for a glass of water lest his secret
be divulged. Oh to watch him squirm, he was like a bug beneath my shoe, just
waiting to be squashed. It really is quite unnatural the sadistic pleasure I
find in watching my brother squirm, but, after all, he had done something to
merit it.
It was short lived however. Gah, oh Fates why do you torment me? Yesterday
evening Harry made an appearance, oh and what an appearance. He was looking
handsome as ever… Oh yes, this was now Ronald's chance for revenge! He simply
HAD to make me squirm whenever I was in the same room as Harry. Oh that darn
freckle faced, red headed, git! (Wow, that could sound as if I were insulting
myself….) he kept hinting at things and ooooooh I just knew Harry knew there
was something fishy about it. Ahh, I hate my life. I am moving out as soon as
possible. There is nothing more embarrassing then spilling your pudding down
your favourite white blouse in the company of your long time love, now is
there?
Well, I don't know, perhaps the time I sat in drain water, or the time I kicked
the football directly at his face, or perhaps the time I stuck my elbow in the
butter dish would compare to that embarrassing moment. I don't know, you take
your pick. All I have left to say is, "Why me?"
Distraughtfully yours,
~Red (in the face) Weasley
July 8th, 2000
Dear Diary,
I have the most fantastic bunch of news! Hermione has agreed to room with me,
meaning, I CAN FINALLY MOVE OUT! Not that I don't appreciate Mum and Dad's
kindness, mind you, it's just, no more worrying about Ronald being on the
prowl. It's not like he doesn't have his own flat (which he shares with Harry)
to snoop around. I suppose being boys, however, there is nothing interesting to
make gossip about over there. Yes, we women ARE interesting creatures. Pity
boys will never learn all our mysteries, it would save the dunderheads a lot of
time and trouble…
Well anyway, back to my exciting news. I talked to Hermione,
or rather, vented to Hermione about all my woes of late. She's a very
sympathetic listener, for which I am VERY grateful. Anyway, she suggested that
I find a flat in London. I told her I bloody well would if I had more then the
meagre income that Florish and Blotts offered. Then, being the brilliant witch
that she is, she suggested we move in together. She said she'd been dying to
move out, seeing as she was now 19 and highly independent. It couldn't have
worked out more perfectly, and now I wouldn't have to worry as much about
Ronald.
Only, yes I will. Did I not hear you, dearest Hermione, in my brothers bedroom
just yesterday? Was that not YOUR voice coming from behind the CLOSED door? I
have a feeling that he will be over more often then not… Oh well, there's
always the good old fashioned blocking charm… Or perhaps I should go into
hiding and have Harry be my secret keeper. The old bloke will never suspect
that one! And with Harry as my secret keeper, it'd be just him and me in my own
little fantasy world. Though I daresay he would not be that enthused at the
idea of being the only one to keep me company, he would feel dreadfully
burdened.
Oh golly, there I go again, building a fantasyland for myself. How pathetic can
one get? Well, just looking in the mirror tells me, "pretty darn pathetic."
Pathetically yours,
~Ginny W.
PS: The tally is up to 7 winks! I'm sure that means love…