Authors notes:
Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! I'm so pleased you guys are enjoying it.
Here are a few thank yous….
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really enjoyed what you have written so far…
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soon enough, though I'm not sure the ever impatient "Red Weasley" will find it
soon enough. Thanks for the nice review.
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so I've decided to continue it. Hope you'll keep reading…
Ok thanks to all my lovely reviewers, if you're not up here, I'll try and add
you in the next chappie! Much love to you guys… On with the story….
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July 10th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Today Hermione and I (along with the emotional baggage we call boys,) went flat
shopping. We were looking for something in downtown London that was spacious,
but affordable. Thus far, no bloody luck. Ron reckons his landlady might be
able to work something out for us and get us something nearby to the boys. I
severely refused however. Ron looked a little put out, but one little glare to
him told him why. He blushed in remembrance of threat I still held towards him.
Harry watched the whole display quite amusedly, but I was determined not to
notice.
We went to this one particular flat that was quite run down. It smelt of
cabbages and dust. Not a pretty combination I assure you. Harry got giggly all
of a sudden and wouldn't say why. Between his obnoxious and secretive laughs,
all we could discern from him was something along the lines of "Figg – that
old bat – haha – twenty gazillion cats – oh cabbages" That's it, that boy
has officially gone bonkers. I'm not surprised though; I think that scar is
really starting to affect his brain. Ron shook his head in weird amusement, and
Hermione and I merely narrowed our eyes. That shut him up effectively. Oh what
PMS will do to you. Yes, here I am insulting the man of my dreams, quite
irritated at him also, and you want my excuse? It's that time of the month.
Well, men always seem to think it works, so why can't women use that excuse
also when they're crabby…
Oh well, I guess I'm just quite downtrodden after not finding a flat. I don't
know what I was expecting, certainly something that caught my fancy. Hermione,
however, is very particular, and every time I thought "maybe" I was shot
down like a goose on Christmas. Oh well, let her be choosey if she must….
Other then Harry acting like a complete mental patient for that one period of
time, he was quite enjoyable company the rest of the day. And by that I mean I
had a hard time not pouncing on him in the middle of the street. It's funny how
the littlest things can set you off about the one you love. The simplest smile,
or joking comment can make me fall even harder for Harry then I thought
possible. That and his irresistible backside…
Later that afternoon, we were all walking around looking for
a café or something of the like to have a quick supper in. The day had pretty
much knackered us all out; even Ron's stomach was growling louder then usual,
and that's saying something. So finally we decided on this cute muggle place
that Hermione knew well, (seeing as none of us wanted to walk the distance to
the Leaky Cauldron…) it was very quaint actually, nice and family like… Of
course, as the fates would have it, I managed to embarrass myself again. As
always, I was quite nervous being in the company of Harry. Not scared nervous,
just fluttery nervous. I'm not sure this moment would count among my
higher-ranking embarrassing moments, but to me it was death a thousand times…
Ron and Hermione had escaped to the bathroom to, err, "freshen up,"
(That's code for "snog like crazy.") So Harry and I sat there, just the
two of us, chatting like old friends. I knew I must have been rambling (I tend
to do that) because of the bemused smirk he wore, so I busied myself otherwise.
The saltshaker seemed the best device for entertainment, so I pretended to
concentrate on it REALLY hard. There I was, fiddling with the lid when Harry
said something that made me jump quite high. The shaker went flying, landed in
Harry's tea with a thud, and overflowed into the cup. Harry barked out laughing
of course. What a thing to do. I'm sitting there DYING of embarrassment and
Harry just HAS to start laughing.
God. I want to die sometimes, * looks to the sky hoping for lightning… *
anyway… I sort of grinned sheepishly, you know, and shrugged me shoulders in a
sort of "oops" way. Shaking his head with a huge grin, Harry just said, "It
isn't a day until you've done something clumsy now is it Red?" he didn't
mean it in an insulting way, but I frowned anyway.
All I wanted was one little compliment, or a kiss, or a wink
even, but this is what you give me? OH FATES, I detest you. Or perhaps,
Harry enjoys goading me on. * Sigh *, perhaps those winks DIDN'T mean love. I'd
like to think they did though, so I guess I'll just have to pretend…
All salted out,
~V.A.W.
PS: VAW? Haha, sounds like something a crow would say. Like, "vaVaw,
vaVaw, vaVaw." Oh talk about pathetic AND easily amused…. Will I ever grow
up? In the words of someone famous whom I would admire if I knew their name, "Nay,
I think not."
PPS: tally is up to 9 winks; he winked at me TWICE over a
cup of tea late this evening. I think it had something to do with my almost
witty repartee that evening. If I do say so, I WAS quite the clever girl in
ALMOST all of my retorts this evening. Except for that one about the fish… We
won't go into that though….
PPPS: Do you know how hard it is to wink? I've tried and believe me it's near
impossible. That Harry Potter is one talented boy… I mean, over the course of
mere DAYS he has winked 9 times, and that's just at me!
PPPPS: Do you think he has winked at any other girls? Oh no, that is not a good
thought…
July 15th, 2000
Dear Diary,
I think that my life is officially… STARTING! Bet you weren't expecting that,
eh? Oh dear goodness… let me start at the beginning…
So Harry and I were playing football again, or rather, I was
making a fool out of myself, and Harry was showing off. (Same old same old…) So
there I was, on my bruised rump for the millionth time that day, and Harry
didn't even bother to help me up this time. No, instead he plopped down on the
ground with me. I could tell the stupid git was trying to hold back his
laughter… "Oh bugger, go ahead, laugh all you want" I told him, and it
must have been true for no sooner had the words left my mouth then he burst out
laughing. I couldn't help but join in, I mean, I know the sight of me TRYING to
play football must look very comical indeed. Then he said something that made
my poor little heart go all-aflutter. "You've got a great laugh Red…" FINALLY!
A compliment! OH fates, I don't detest you anymore… That's not even the best
part though!!
So anyway, on to the good stuff… After our laughter had subsided, he was making
this weird sort of side-glances at me and I got all panicky. I mean, what was I
to think; probably that I had a great glob of mud or something plastered on my
face. Frantically, I began to feel my face for something, but this just set the
dumb prat laughing even more! Well, at least he thought my laugh was cute… I
think… anyway, when he had shut up once more he looked at me all serious like.
I sort of grinned, I guess, I mean, his gaze was pretty intense. Then, out of
nowhere, he was all, "Gin, I'd really like it if you'd have supper with me
on Saturday evening." Of course, being the dim-witted fool that I am, I
said, "Oh Harry, you bloody well know you don't have to ask permission to
come over to the Burrow for supper. Mum fancies you here every night of the
week if she had it her way!" When he groaned in annoyance I knew I must
have said something wrong. That's when I actually took time to process what he
said. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, Ol' Potty boy, the best house seeker in
a century, had just bloody asked me on a date! I sort of let out an "Oh" of
realization, and on hearing that Harry rolled his eyes. "You, mean… like on
a date?" God I hated being a Weasley at that moment. Let's just say the
blush that I felt on my ears probably could rival my fiery red hair. Oh golly
then he had to flash me one of his trademark grins and I thought "Great
Ginny, that's not what he meant, and now he's going to think you're desperate" But,
to me GREAT surprise, he nodded.
Oh. My. Gosh. I am going to faint dead away. I AM GOING OUT ON A DATE, a real
date, WITH HARRY POTTER! A DATE! As in, JUST THE TWO OF US! No Ron, no
Hermione, no Mum… Just me, and Harry, Harry and I, US! WE! Can a girl get
anymore lucky then that? We are going out to supper at a new wizarding
restaurant in Hogsmeade called "The Lucky Seven." It looks like a nice place,
not too formal, but not a pub either. It will be PERFECT! I still can't believe
that handsome, gorgeous, suave, amusing, sophisticated, and humourous HARRY
POTTER wants to go out with a homely, no breasts, gangly, freckle faced witch
like me! It must be love…
Lovingly yours,
~the future Mrs. H. Potter
July 17th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Only one more day till Saturday. I think I had better start getting ready now…
July 18th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Oh I know it's late but I COULDN'T sleep until I wrote about the date. It went
HORRIBLE, except for at the end… But I'll start at the beginning…
My life is a tragedy, I swear… So anyway… I had my favourite white sundress on
again (Harry seemed quite attracted to it that one day in Diagon Alley,) and
some low pumps on too. I thought, "Ok Gin, this is nice, showing a little
skin, but not too much," in other words, I was just doing what every girl
does before a date: evaluates her clothes. I had to admit, even for my thin
frame, and the fact that I had no breasts to brag about, I still looked pretty
good. And that was saying something, seeing as I never really considered myself
good looking before… Anyway, the look on Harry's face when he saw me was worth
it. He must have seen something SLIGHTLY attractive in my gangly form, cos' he
openly gaped! Then he said, "You look fantastic Ginny," I just blushed
and murmured thanks. What was I supposed to do, say, "Gee Harry, you look
great too, oh and if you don't mind I'd like to ravish you on the spot?" THAT would be highly embarrassing. Anyway,
he took my hand (AHHHH my hand, he held my hand!!!) and waved goodbye to Mum
and then pulled me outside. Then we apparated to Hogsmeade…
Sound like a good start to a date to you does it? Well it was…
Once we had finally found each other, (Hogsmeade was strangely crowded this
evening,) he took my hand again and led me towards the restaurant. Of course,
all logical thought had left me by now because HARRY POTTER was holding my
hand. Not just any boy was holding my hand, HARRY-bloody-POTTER, the man I LOVE
was holding MY HAND!! I must have been in a dream like stupor cos' next thing I
remember was waking up backside on the ground. Harry stood over me, his face
wracked with concern. "You ok Red?" Was I ok? No, my head hurt like something
else… "Erm, I think so, what happened?" Here Harry looked like he was
trying to hold back a grin. "Well, uh, you walked into the wall when we were
coming through the doorway." I blushed down to the tips of my toes. HOW
EMBARRASSING! And on my first real date with Harry too… "You think you can
stand now, Gin?" I nodded my head and tried to cover my face. There was a
little crowd watching us and even the people already eating were craning their
NOSY necks trying to see the commotion.
Oh. My. God. I was SO embarrassed. If it weren't for how nice Harry was being,
and the fact that he thought me decent enough looking to ask me out, I would
have run home then and there. Somehow I made it through supper without any
embarrassing incidents, and somehow the nosy gits around us shoved off and let
us to our privacy…
So there we were, my face STILL burning in embarrassment, and Harry was just
grinning at me like the arrogant bastard that he is. I couldn't help but smile
though; he's such an attractive and sweet arrogant bastard… I burned my tongue
on the soup I ordered that night, though, so I couldn't speak properly. I think
Harry noticed because he looked like he was finding something quite amusing.
Then I started rambling! Oh, I have NO idea what I was talking about, I just
kept spewing words out, talking about things that made no sense whatsoever!
When I FINALLY came into realization over this, I smacked my forehead with a
groan and then promptly shut up.
After supper, Harry paid the check and then we went outside. It was a warm
evening, but I got the shivers anyway. Harry noticed, of course, being the
observant gentleman he is. And then, then he draped his arm around my shoulder,
like the day in Diagon Alley, only this time I don't think it was in a platonic
way. But then again, maybe that is just wishful thinking. So after walking
around, taking in all the wonderful sites I had seen a gazillion times, we
decided to call it a night. So with a pop we apparated back to the Burrow.
Instead of putting his arm around my shoulders, he took my hand this time.
So then we stood there at the door, and I couldn't help but think how horrible
most of the date went, and of course, being the dunderhead that I am, I spewed
all this to Harry. I began apologizing a mile a minute about how I must have
ruined it for him, and who knows what else I said. I didn't see it coming, no I
was too busy spewing, but somehow he made me shut up. Can you guess how?
HE BLOODY KISSED ME! I think I might just die of happiness. Ok so it wasn't a
mushy gushy I LOVE YOU PASSIONATELY kind of kiss, it was just a little peck on
the lips, but even that little peck sent me into complete Harry nirvana. He
grinned at me; I'm supposing it had something to do with the shocked look on my
face. "See you around Red," he said and then disapparated with a 'pop'.
I still haven't gotten over the shock of him kissing me. Oh. My. God.
Shocked and blushing,
~The most definite future Mrs. H. Potter
July 20th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Hermione and I finally found a flat!! Wooppeee! If that isn't good enough,
Harry's asked me out again! Oh dear fates, thank you times infinity! I guess my
life isn't so bad after all…
PS: he winked at me today!! The tally is now at 10.
PPS: A kiss would have sufficed for the lack of winks I've been getting, but I
suppose there's always time on our next "hot date" for that…
PPPS: what should I get him for his birthday? I mean, he's not exactly just a
friend, and not exactly a boyfriend… oh humbug…