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Authors notes: Well folks, you all seemed to enjoy the last chappie, so I thought I'd be nice and not end it there! Yay for me… Ha ha ha. So anyway, I hope you enjoy this chappie, and sorry that the other one took so much time to get posted. I have been extremely busy with classes lately. I have more on my plate then I can handle :-P, but enough of my complaining!! :-D On with the story. . . . . ENJOY!

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PPS: Check the bottom for thank yous!!

PPPS: GINNY AND HARRY FOREVER!!

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August 3rd, 2000

Dear Diary,

The past few days have been bliss! I must say Harry is a very attentive boyfriend. What he lacks for in being an arrogant bastard, he makes up for in affection. If only I could be sure he loved me. You see he hasn't said it yet, but that's ok because we've only been technically together for a few days. Anyway dear diary, I'm sure you are getting QUITE bored with all my ramblings about the most gorgeous, handsome, suave, sophisticated, dashing, charming and fantastic man ever. So I will try and tone it down… a bit.

Well, new subject then. I met one of my neighbours today, an old woman. Her name is Mrs. Abijah and she's a widow. Apparently she and her husband came over from Israel years ago. She's shriveled up and simply the cutest thing now. She kept going on and on in her quaint little accent about her grandsons bat mitzvah and how he was going to be a Rabbi when he was older. "Oh my littul Benjamin, he will mak a goot Rabbi, no? Oh he's my littul darlink. He is doink wonderful in Hebrew skool." I could barely contain my smile. It was quite adorable. Anyway, she's promised that sometime she'll come over and make me a real kosher supper. I told her I'd be delighted.

Ok, I know I promised to tone it down, but can I help it? No! With Harry as my boyfriend (I never get tired of saying that) it's hard to concentrate on anything else! Anyway, he seems as arrogant as ever, and for once in my life I think MAYBE I have gotten over my clumsy streak. That's more like wishful thinking, but hey… Harry has been hanging around here more, and boy is Ron annoyed. He claims I stole his best mate. HA! What a laugh. YOU, Ronald Weasley, stole MY best friend; so don't EVEN blame me for getting between you and Harry. God knows Hermione spends almost more time at Ron and Harry's place then she does at ours. Don't worry, dear diary, while Hermione might be more then willing to be naughty with Ron, I am still as innocent as ever. True there have been a few, erm, interesting snogging sessions, but I'm not THAT easy!

Well anyway, Gred and Forge are coming over to see the loft, so I must be going. I still have to clean up and put some more personal items of ours away. Hermione would die of embarrassment if the twins walked in to see her red bra hanging over the back of the sofa. Anyway, will write more later dearest diary.

Your little maid,

~Ginderella

PS: Where there have been a surprising lack of winks, there have been a surprising amount of kisses…

August 4th, 2000

Dear Diary,

I suppose you could say it's still August 3rd technically. I mean, it's almost 12 am, so I figured I'd just round up. Anyway, Fred and George came over like I said they would be. They really are quite splendid brothers, when you get past all their annoying faults of course. As compensation for completely ruining my date the other day (you know, that horrible embarrassing one that led to my happiness) they brought over some sample packs from WWW. (Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in case you're wondering…) It was a nice gesture, even if it did consist of fake wands and nose biting teacups amongst other things. They do, however, manage to embarrass a girl quite a lot though. Upon spotting a t-shirt of Harry's they couldn't resist commenting.

"So you and Harry have been busy eh," ha-ha, funnnnnnny George.

"Not in the sense you mean you randy perv." Fred and George grinned at this. I guess the assumed upon my denial that we actually had "done the deed" as some would put it. My, my, my, how did I get such randy brothers? I swear I'm adopted… Anyway, the rest of the afternoon was spent with them making quips about Harry and mines relationship and me denying the cheekier ones. Sure it's not as though I hadn't entertained the thought, but if my brothers really thought I was going to relay this information to them, they must have been kidding!

"No dear brothers, I haven't helped Harry with his 'broomstick polishing' as you put it, but I know of a certain redhead who has had some help," this got their attentions. Sorry Ron and Hermione, but better you two then me. Besides, you guys actually HAVE "done the deed." After that however they stopped pestering me, which is a good thing because my patience was wearing thin. Even being the knuckleheads they are they know not to test a Weasley woman's temper…

It's getting a little late, so I'd better go. Oh dear, Hermione is home and she sounds awfully angry. She's shouting something like, "GINNY! What in GODS NAME did you tell those brothers of yours!?!?" uh-oh…

EEEEK,

~On-her-deathbed Red

PS: If I'm not back in 5 minutes, send a search party, or the constable, or something. Please!?!

August 6th, 2000

Dear Diary,

I'm ashamed of you! You certainly let me down. I had to sit there for over an hour while Hermione ranted about how Fred and George, Gred and Forge, (whichever you prefer, I actually prefer the latter…) wouldn't leave her and Ron alone, about how they kept insinuating things. My retort, however, was PERFECT! (Unlike that one time about the fish… ick, I promised myself not to go into that though.) "Hermione, hiding a guilty conscious are we?" that shut her up. Thankfully she's not mad at me anymore though… I mean, it's not like her and Ron aren't adults. They have whatever right they want to partake in "intimate" activities. So long as I'm not in hearing distance, nor anyone else who doesn't want to be scarred for life, let 'em go at it I say… Gred and Forge just won't ever grow up…. Oh well, I mean, how many people can actually say they've managed to make Hermione Granger cower in embarrassment? Not many. It's really one of Gred and Forge's bigger accomplishments I think…

Anyway, the constable certainly didn't come to my rescue, but Harry did. Ahhh he's my knight in shining armour. He said he flooed over to "say goodnight." In other words, he need his little bedtime snog to help put him to sleep. I must say this though, if he feels ANYTHING like I do after snogging him, he must not get much sleep.

Anyway, the last two days have been BORING! Harry, who's been lazing around for the last year, has decided he wants to take up quidditch for a living. I honestly thought he'd be a teacher or an Auror or something, but I guess not. That's ok, quidditch is just as exciting a career choice as any. Fortunately for him, he's not only famous beyond belief, he's skilled beyond reason in the area of quidditch. So, due to these two facts, he's had many offers already. Puddlemere United (who, I might add, has a splendid seeker already) offered him the position like that. Along with that offer, he's had offers from the Chudley Cannons, the Irish national team, the American team, and some other various teams. Ron's been BEGGING him to take up the Chudley Cannons offer, and if Harry is as big a Cannons fan as he claims, I'm sure he will.

All this talk about careers, however, made me put my life into perspective. I mean, do I REALLY want to be a healer? Sure I want to help people, but do I want to be a healer for the rest of my life? I don't know. And now I'm all panicky, which is not good, because when I get panicky I get clumsy and crave ice cream all the time. So here I am now, drowning my sorrows over a pint… of ice cream that is. Mmm vanilla and chocolatey goodness… All I'm missing is the whipped cream. Oh goodness, now I'm going to get fat and Harry will hate me and then he won't be able to dump me because my brothers will pummel him, then he'll live in misery all his days cos' he'll have to live with a fat cow like me. See what ice cream does to you?

And see how much trouble can come of quidditch? I've changed my mind; I hate quidditch. Football is now my new favourite sport.

Unsurely yours,

~A very befuddled Ginny

August 7th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Harry finally noticed my morose mood. I suppose Ron and Hermione would have if they weren't on vacation. Oh, did I not mention that? Yes, the two took a week off to go to some island together. I suppose since the whole family (yes Mum found out,) knows they're "together" (in more ways then one,) now, they feel like they can do whatever. How they can afford it, I have no idea… I suppose having Harry Potter (who, have I mentioned, is rich,) for a best friend has its compensations. Oh no, now another thought to plague my mind. What if Harry thinks I'm after his money?!?! Oh shite, now he thinks I'm some gold digging wench. My life is miserable.

Well, Harry noticed something was up (you know, that whole damn career mood,) when he saw me going at my 4th pint. I tell ya, I may be female but I sure got the stomach of a Weasley… This is sort of how the scene went…

"Gin, love, what's the matter?" he seemed concerned, but maybe he just didn't want me to get fat. I mean, I know how shallow men are… I used to live with 7 of them. So being in the crabby mood I was in, I snapped back at him rather rudely.

"What? A girl can't eat ice cream?! I suppose you just are trying to keep me from getting fat, that must be it! After all the famous Harry Potter wouldn't want to be seen with some ugly wench. No, not when he could have ANY girl out there!" I swear I didn't mean to be so rude, it's just, when you're female and you're in a bad mood, things tend to get a little emotional, and boys, well they can say just about anything and get a bad response from us. I felt bad though when I saw his hurt face.

"Where would you get an idea like that? There is NO way you could ever be ugly! Now tell me what is really the matter…" God, then he has to go and COMPLIMENT me after I just insulted him? That really did it. I burst into tears on the spot, which, of course, caused him to come running to my side. Damn knight in shining armour…

"Ginny, what's the matter? You can tell me," Only no I couldn't! I didn't want to guilt him in to thinking this was HIS fault. It wasn't, I was just being stupid. Despite all that, I told him my silly insecurities. Damn, where is ice cream when you need it… After I had finished spieling on and on about how I wanted to do something great with my life and how I had thought being a healer was for me, I felt thoroughly ashamed. Harry, however, didn't think I was being silly.

"Well Gin, what is it that YOU want to do? You know what you're good at, but what is it you like doing?" Hmm. What DO I like doing? I like daydreaming, but I highly doubt they have careers in that area… I like writing, but I would NEVER ever publish anything I write… I like helping around the house (yah, weird I know,)I like to be with Harry, I like to be with my family, and I like to paint my toenails. That doesn't leave a lot of room for choice.

"I don't know, I mean, all the things I like doing are really trivial and not important." Then he kissed me. I never get tired of that.

"Nothing you do is unimportant, and you had better remember that. You're one special girl Virginia Weasley, and I'll be damned if you even dare to think otherwise." Wow, does he have a book or something titled "101 things to say to girls to make them love you even more"? So maybe he was good at comforting, but I'm still puzzled as to what I really want to do with my life.

I thought I had made a decision weeks ago, but now I'm back at the beginning, and now that healer's application doesn't look too appealing… Harry told me he'd support me on anything I decided, that makes me feel slightly better. Oh, but I managed to embarrass myself, unintentionally, again. He was sitting there just rubbing my arms trying to comfort me when suddenly all that ice cream got to me and I had to make a mad dash to the loo. Oh dear, I retched so many times. Ugh. It gives me the collywobbles just thinking about it. I think I'm going to be sick again. Be righ-

Later…

Ugh, I will never touch ice cream again. I thought after yesterday I wouldn't want to touch it again, but as soon as Harry left I whipped out another pint, and another, and another. Ugh, I have the worst stomachache. Good night, I think I need to sleep this one off…

Retched-ly yours,

~Virginia

August 9th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Harry is too good to me. He came over yesterday and "nursed me back to health," not that I was actually sick mind you. It rained yesterday, and is still raining today, so we enjoyed a nice evening in. I tell you, I'm not half as nervous as I was in front of Harry before we got together. Bugger, I'll even sit in front of him wearing pajamas. That is DEFINETLY an improvement.

Maybe I should get breast implants. Sorry, just a random thought there. I mean, honestly though, if you had hardly any breasts, wouldn't you be just a tad curious as to what it would be like to have SOME breasts worth bragging about? I mean, aren't women always jealous of those perfect girls who have slender waists, and then the breasts all men look at? Not that I want anyone mentally undressing me, mind you, I just, I just wish I were more attractive for Harry… * Sigh *, will I ever stop pitying myself? Once again, nay I think not.

Anyway, yesterday during our "alone time" Fred and George decided to pop in. Literally. So we were sitting there in a very compromising position (if you know what I mean) when those two gits apparated over. So they cleared their throats, which, of course, made Harry and I jump apart wildly. I was VERY embarrassed indeed, and set about smoothing my hair at once. It's not like we were doing anything adulterous. Is there a law against snogging? NO! Then why were my dear brothers (sarcasm) glaring at Harry menacingly? Ten points for anyone who can guess… Yes Ginny Weasley, do you have a guess? Why yes, just a bit of one. Let me see, they were being overprotective again? Oh Ginny, since you got it right on the mark you get 20 points!

Grrrr, will a girl EVER get any control over her own life? As long as I have 6 older brothers living, I don't think so. I wonder if a person can kill 6 overprotective people and still claim self-defense…

So suddenly Fred and George and Harry were all overly formal. Harry was scared I could tell, and if it weren't for my brilliance then I'm sure I would be attending a funeral. Which is a shame, seeing as he is the last of the Potters of course… That and I love him… and we haven't gotten married yet… not that he's made any indication that we will.

"Err, Hello Fred, George," Harry said with a nod to each. Oh it was almost adorable how cute he was when he was nervous. If I didn't fear for his life I would have stood back and watched.

"So Harry, I suppose you must have found it very convenient to find our sister here, all alone…" growled, who I assumed was, Fred. I actually saw Harry's Adam's apple bob as he gulped.

"Now, I think you've got the wrong idea there, Freddy ol' pal…" another gulp.

"You can't Freddy yourself out of this one pally," Fred replied. Oh goodness, it was getting ridiculous. So then I stepped in-between and stopped the foolishness.
"Ok you two, you've had your fun! Just a week or so ago you were all thrilled and now you're threatening Harry?" the two look slightly puzzled.

"That's before we saw Harry trying to get into your knickers Ginny! You stay out of this." Oh bother. I HATE brothers. It's official, they are just a nuisance. Supposedly I was the one who was being defiled and yet they tell me to stay out of it? Grrr.

"What if I was the one trying to get into Harry's knickers? Ever thought about that Fred? George?" that blew them away. I admit I was a little shocked at my own confidence, but still, SOMETHING had to be done. Besides, the boys really did love Harry no matter how much they pretended. Apparently I did the right thing because the twins burst out laughing. Harry even attempted a nervous chuckle.

"Sorry bout that Harry mate, it's just, you know, big brother instincts." I could see the relief flooding Harry's face. Whew. I really need to get a Weasley boy repelling charm put on this flat, it could really come in handy if things ever do become adulterous (if you know what I mean.)

Not that Harry would want to with me…

Oh bother, I sound like some randy teenage girl. Well one of those descriptions fits me; I still am a teenager after all. As to the randy comment, I remain silent. It's my god given right after all, right? Oh how confusing! Too many rights in one-sentence makes it indefinitely wrong. Oh now I'm just confusing myself even more.

Bah humbug,

~Randy Red

August 13th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Don't have a panic attack - I'm still alive! I know it's been ages since I wrote, well not ages, but you get the gist… Ronniekins and Hermione came home finally. Do you know what they are calling each other now? Muffin and Schnookcums. Yes, that is right. I never thought I would be so disgusted upon hearing my brother say muffin, but I was proved wrong. At the rate things are going between the two they'll be married before next year! Not that I have any objections, it's just be weird… I'm happy for them, I really am, I just can't help but feel a little jealous. They're so blatantly in love… I wish, just once, Harry would return the sentiment. I know he likes me, so much is obvious, but… 

Well I'm off to get smashed… I have nothing better to do, so why not get piss-drunk? Drowning your sorrows may not be the best way to go, but well, desperate times call for desperate measures…

Desperately yours,

~G.W.

August 14th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Remind me NEVER to have fire whiskey again.

~Red

Later… (August 14th still…)

Dear Diary,

Oh my goodness. I am NEVER going to get that pissed again. I was totally and completely smashed. But, I do remember what happened last night, and let me say I am in the best mood of my life despite my hangover. Ugh, which reminds me, I need to go puke…

Ugh, I hate alcohol. Anyway… last night after having numerous rounds (I forgot exactly how many) of fire whiskey shots down at the Leaky Cauldron, I flooed over to Harry's flat. Well let's just say he was a little shocked to see me. Then, I'm sure he noticed I was smashed, because he rushed over to me.
"Ginny, what in the bloody hell did you do to yourself?" Alcohol does not have good effects on me. Let's just say I spilled a LOT of precious information, but now that I look back on it, I'm glad I did…

"Hic -, well Harry – hic – I don't know what the big idea is, but – hic – that is no way to – hic – greet your girlfriend. Aren't you going to – giggle – kiss me? Oh, wait, - hic – you don't love me, so why would you… hic – oh hell – hic – have you got any – hic – brandy or something?" Harry just looked at me wide eyed and clearly not amused. I was so out of it by then though that I didn't care.

"What makes you think I don't love you, and no you cannot have anymore alcohol. You have had QUITE enough tonite." Sure he was being rational, but I was pissed, in two different ways.

"Fine, I'll just go home then – hic – and go – hic – drown my woes there – hic – …" Oh my goodness, I am blushing now at the thought of how ridiculous I must have been.

"Ginny, what the hell is the matter," by now he was holding my arms so I couldn't escape. Damn him. Bless him, oh golly. I was too giddy to really struggle though. Alcohol surely does some weird stuff to your mind and body. But even as I was laughing (unintentionally,) I started crying. Damn myself. Must I ALWAYS cry in front of him?

"You – hic – you don't love me," man, I am so pathetic.

"What?" he bellowed. Oh my goodness, I thought then and there I would die of shame. It seemed as though he was disgusted at me.

"Who the hell gave you an idea like that? Of course I love you." Oh. My. God. He said it. Sure not in the setting I always pictured, (where is a damn candlelit dinner and background orchestra when you need one…) but still, he said it. HE SAID IT!

"You, - hic – What? You love me? Hic. You don't have to lie…" I smiled inwardly though, I mean, how many times do you get to have your first "I love you" said to you by the man of your dreams? ONLY ONCE!

"I'm not lying," then he kissed me. Long and hard. Geez, he must really have loved me to kiss me when my breath smelt as it did.

"Still doubt it?" I shook my head no, and then the next thing I knew I was here, in Harry's bed.

Don't get any ideas, we didn't do anything. Sure he slept next to me, but he's not the kind of guy to take advantage of me like that. Besides, I was still fully clothed, as was he. But I must admit, it was VERY comforting and exciting to wake up with him right next to me. * Sigh * and he loves me! HE LOVES ME! And I love him.

Why do I panic and worry so much? Hermione says it's because I'm insecure and too self-conscious. Hmph, I am not insecure. I don't think I am at least… Am I?

Anyway, it was lucky that Ron was spending the night with Hermione; otherwise he would have had a fit! Not that we did anything for Pete's sake! Harry's waking up, so I best be putting you away…

Au bientot,

~G. Potter (I wish)

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Well duckies, what did you think? Too fluffy? Not fluffy enough? Funny or just dumb? Let me know your opinions, suggestions and comments. Anywho, on to the thank yous! There's not very many seeing as I am posting two chappies within two days times, so I'll try and keep it short…

DemonAngi – Oh. My. God. That is possibly one of the nicest reviews I've ever gotten. You're too kind. I love the Anne of Green Gables series too. I really like the last one, "Rilla of Ingleside" and "Anne's house of Dreams." Well my dear, I hope you enjoy this addition to V.A.'s diary, and please update your story soon. I'm anxiously awaiting the next chappie.

VarsityCheerLeader – Oh. My. God. Your review was too nice also!! Ahh, you're so sweet! Was it really funny?? I've been re-reading the last chappie trying to figure out if it was too fluffy or too dumb… I'm glad you like it! And I'm glad I did ok on the fluff. I don't want to over do it, but then again, we're talking about a Harry obsessed Ginny here… YAY I have a fan ;-)

Hotaru420() – Horray, I got another review from you! :-D Thanks so much, and here's more for ya. Enjoy ;-)

Thanks so much you guys! My reviewers are really too kind. I've been blushing after reading some of the nice reviews I've gotten for my stories. I am really glad you guys are enjoying this, and I hope that I'm doing an ok job. Well, my chemistry homework calls, so au beintot, and until next time! ~Jill

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