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Authors notes: Well, barely ten minutes after I posted the new chappie, I got a review! Isn't that nice? So I figured, why not start on the next chappie… I decided, "what the bloody hell, chemistry can wait a little while longer" After all, it only takes me about 30 minutes to do all the reading… So anyway… I know, I'm a procrastinator, but my muse is being particularly nice to me today, so who am I to deny it?

Read on dear reviewers…

August 23rd, 2000

Dear Diary,

I feel miserable. The inevitable happened. Harry and I had our first fight. I don't know why I thought it wouldn't happen, I mean every couple fights right? But, dear god, it's so much worse then I thought it would be. I am so mad at him I can't speak to him, and on the other hand, I'm so miserable with out him that I want to pounce him every time I see him and just tell him I'm sorry and I love him. 

No! I will be strong and not relent. It's his fault anyway!! If he doesn't know what he did wrong, then well, he won't get anymore goodnite kisses for a long time! Hmph. But, oh goodness, he looks at me with those pouty eyes and I want to crack. No NO NO NO! I won't crack. But then again, I did sort of dump him. Eeek. Shall I tell you what happened?

Well, two days ago (August 21st,) Ron and Harry come over to our loft (our being Hermione and I.) They seemed REALLY excited about something, so I decided to humour them and ask what. Their britches were about to bust I swear! If anyone can get excited it is those two. So I ask them what's got them in such a twist and they tell me. Quidditch tickets. It's that damn game again…

"That's fantastic. I'm sure you two will have a lovely time. Who's playing and when?" I asked very cordially. I wasn't putting up a front, no not at all. If they want to go enjoy quidditch, that is perfectly fine by me. That is, until I heard the date of the game.

"It's Cannon tickets," (Those couldn't have been VERY expensive seeing as the Cannons are ALREADY losing this season…) "and it's on August 29th!" August 29th? Harry dear, have you forgotten that we have plans that night? That is what ran through my head, but instead of saying anything I just tightened my lips.

"Gin it's going to be fan – what's wrong love?" What's wrong? Harry-bloody-Potter if you can't ruddy figure it out, then GAH, you don't deserve to know!!!

"Haven't you forgotten something?" I was being polite still; I would NOT blow up in front of Ron.

"No?" He looked at me dumbfounded-ly (that is SO not a word,) and then I burst.

"How COULD you be so damn inconsiderate! I knew going out with an arrogant twit like you would have its drawbacks! You don't love me! You were just trying to get into my pants! Well Potter, you can take your randy self-elsewhere!! I'm sure some slag somewhere is just DYING to get intimate with you! We're through you, you, insufferable jerk!" So I overreacted. I blame it on PMS. Oh, sure that's not a good excuse, but still… August 29th would have been our one month anniversary, and while boys don't give a fiddlers fart about things like that, girls certainly do. That, and the fact that we already had romantic plans for that night really set me off. I can't believe I was so cruel to him though. But then he got upset too. It's really just one big mess if you ask me.

"What in gods name are you talking about Virginia Weasley? Trying to get in your pants? That's rich!" Oh he knew how to set me off. Damn that time of the month, girls are so cursed…

"Hmph! Then I suppose you think you have EVERY right to go to that Cannons game?" his face was turning red with fury, and I know Ron was contemplating whose side to be on.

"I damn well do! And I think you owe me an explanation as to WHY the hell you're so mad!" boys really could be thick. My brother and Harry are living proof.

"FINE! Then take your bloody tickets and leave! If you don't know what you did, I won't tell you! Figure it out since you're so smart you, you, fat head!" Yes, I know, I'm such a good one when it comes to insults. Fat head? Honestly. Oh I am so ashamed though, how could I be so mean to the man I loved, no, the man I still love? I am such a royal bitch. Yet part of me can't help but wonder how he could be so inconsiderate.

Well after the muck I made of that short-lived relationship, I of course ran to my room and cried. I think Hermione must have made the boys leave, because after a few moments the loft was silent. I am not ever leaving my room again. I hate myself, and I hate that damn Boy Who Lived. Why do I have to love him so much?

Mucking it up,

~G. Weasley (Potter doesn't sound too appealing at the moment…)

August 25th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Still miserable… It looks as though it's time to whip out the old pints again… of ice cream that is…

~V.

August 28th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Ice cream didn't work. Harry and I still aren't speaking. Is it possible to die of a broken heart? Cos', I think I am…

~:-(

August 30th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Oh how could I have ever been so cruel to him? Harry is simply the sweetest person alive. I feel like such a prat, such a ruddy prat! Oh but we're speaking now, (and more if you get my gist,) so that's all that matters. Let me relay what happened…

Around midnite last night Harry came over. Oh I couldn't pretend to be mad at him anymore, it was impossible. As soon as he stepped in the door I practically threw myself on him. I think the feeling was mutual though because he hugged me also.

"Oh Ginny, I'm so sorry. I was so horrible to you," Oh my gosh, I felt like such a horrible wench at that moment.

"No Harry, I'm sorry. I overreacted and I said such horrible things to you. Can you ever forgive me?" I remember silently praying that moment that he would. I mean, I had been a REALLY big git. Seriously. It was only a silly anniversary. It was sort of mushy, our little make-up scene, but I suppose all first make-ups (after first fights,) are like that.

"No, it was stupid of me to forget that we had plans. I was so miserable tonite at the game that I had to leave early… I'm so sorry," Ahhh, I am SO happy once again. He figured it out (not that I wouldn't have forgiven him) and he loves me again. Oh happy day.

"I've been miserable without you. I missed you so much," well it was true. I had been miserable without him. Man, the people down at the corner market must have really liked me; I was buying them out of ice cream! No longer will I have to, for I have something sweeter then ice cream. Cliché I know, but true…

Oh making up was so sweet. I had almost forgotten how sweet it was to kiss Harry, almost. After a bit of snogging, we went and cuddled on the couch. We fell asleep on the sofa together; in fact he's still sleeping. What an adorable picture he makes. His hair is all frumpy and his glasses are tilted the wrong way. Don't worry dear diary, I can still claim innocence! I think Ron and Hermione must have seen us though, cos' there was a blanket over us when I woke up. I wonder how Ron will react…

Joyfully yours,

~Mrs. H. J. Potter (Once again)

September 2nd, 2000

Dear Diary,

I must say, in the days after making up it has been an almost "too good to be true" sort of bliss. It's almost like starting all over again, you know? You're in that "I can't keep my hands off of you," and lots of gushy looks stage. It's so endearing. I am such a sentimentalist. Damn me. I want to do something for Harry, you know, to make up for being such an unforgiving wench… I know!! I'll make him supper!! He's coming over to take me out tonite, but I'll surprise him instead. I only hope that we don't have to put caution tape up after I'm done in the kitchen…

Kitchen bound,

~V.W.P.

PS: Betcha' can guess what the P stands for. Eh?

September 3rd, 2000

Dear Diary,

I think I jinxed myself. Remember how I said I thought my clumsy streak was going away? Yah, it is not. I am most certainly jinxed, or cursed, or both…

So I was preparing supper for Harry, right? Well the bastard, (only kidding,) has to sneak up on me. Now, if I hadn't had the newly finished pudding in my hands that would not have been such a bad idea on his behalf. Of course as soon as his arms snaked around my waist, I freaked out! As if in slow motion, I watched the pudding fly up, nearly hitting the ceiling, and then stood there waiting for it to land. Unfortunately for us, we were in its direct line of fire.

Do I really need to explain what happened next? Fine.

It landed smack on my head and sprayed over Harry also. Oh I am SO mad. That pudding took me hours to figure out, not to mention it was now covering half the very small kitchen and the shepherd's pie was also ruined. (Yes, bits of pudding landed on the pie also…) Then, being the sissy I am, I cried! Ahhh, I feel quite sorry for Harry. He has such an emotional girlfriend… Wait a second, I just insulted myself. Bah humbug…

But then Mr. Potter started laughing. Oh he was laughing his cacks off all right. I didn't find it particularly amusing, but then again would you? Did I ever mention just how contagious his gorgeous laughter is? VERY contagious… So then I started laughing too. Well at least he wasn't upset at me for ruining supper…

At least this time I wasn't nervous because Harry was in the room! Boy, those days were scary. I mean, I used to sweat sometimes when he was a mere foot away from me! And, boy, googly eyes are sure hard to hide. Anyway, back to my pudding story…

So we stood there for a moment just laughing, and then Harry leaned in and licked some of the ruined pudding off of my cheek. Don't ask me why, cos' I don't rightly know, but I got all fluttery at this action. It was sort of nerve racking, I mean, how un-erotic are pudding covered people? Pretty unattractive if you ask me. But nevertheless, I still got all tingly inside. It got me thinking, if that simple action can get me so excited and flustered, then who knows what else will get me longing for Harry. This can only mean one thing… trouble.

Confusedly yours,

~Randy Red (once again…)

September 6th, 2000

Dear Diary,

I talked to Hermione about what happened. She tells me what's going on between Harry and I is just something called "sexual tension." Sometimes I feel so naïve. How is it that Hermione, brainy, booky and prim Hermione knows more about sex then I do? Let me see, probably cos' she's actually been down that road. Not sure I want to, you know? From what I hear it seems really disgusting… I mean, I always thought it something romantic, and now the more I hear about it, the more disgusted I get. Golly I need to grow up. I told all this to Hermione of course, and then she got all gushy eyed. She started going on about how if it's with the right person it's fantastic, and then I realized she was talking about MY BROTHER!

Ugh, that is not a pretty thought. My best friend and my brother having- ugh, oh gods spare me! Now I am TOTALLY disgusted by any thoughts of sex… before I had a little "birds and the bees" chat with Hermione I didn't really know much along those lines… Now that she's so kindly explained it to me, I feel like such a fool… I mean, I always basically knew what happened during sex, but after Hermione's DETAILED explanation of it, I've lost my appetite. And I actually entertained thoughts of me and Harry doing that?!?! Uh-uh, there is nooooo way. Of course, Hermione, being the brainiac she is, figured this out and told me it was only natural to feel nervous, but that when "the time came" I wouldn't have any qualms and I would enjoy it thoroughly. Thanks Hermione, thanks a lot. I just NEEDED to hear you gush on about how good sex is. I think I'm going to be sick.

I hope Harry doesn't want children when we're married, cos' there is no way in heaven or hell that I am letting him do that to me – well, you get the gist.

Disgustedly yours,

~VIRGINia Weasley

September 7th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Oh. My. God. I totally thought I had lost my appetite for things of the sexual nature. Turns out not so much… I mean, I was TOTALLY panicky when I saw Harry today, but then when he kissed me I got all tingly again. As soon as it happened though, I remembered the talk I had with Hermione and then really nasty mental images of her and my brother came into my head. Needless to say, the moment was squashed.

So I broke the kiss off. I think he was a little disappointed. What can I say; I'm just not ready for that yet. One, I am WAY too naïve and immature to go down that road yet. Two, I keep getting really bad mental images whenever I get even the slightest bit aroused. And three, Harry and I have only been together for a short time. Why is every-damn-thing about sex these days? Can't anyone have a relationship with out it?! It doesn't seem so…

So anyway, Harry I guess got the idea that I was a little uncomfortable, so he was tentative around me for most of the day. It was sort of annoying cos' he wouldn't even touch me for fear I'd bite his head off. I probably would have, but that's beside the point…

Guess who I saw today? Colin Creevey! I haven't seen him since graduation. He's still as wiry and pale as always, but such a dear. Harry and I were walking through Diagon Alley (he still wouldn't hold my hand, damn him :-p) when we spotted Colin near Ollivanders. It was good to catch up, but I think Harry was a little jealous. I mean, Colin DID hug me a little longer then necessary. However, I'm glad he did because then Harry finally got the idea and put his arm around my waist protectively. Well, if he's going to protect me in that nature, I don't mind so much.

Anyway, Harry is cooking supper for me tonite, (I think the pudding incident is still too clearly on his mind,) which is very sweet of him. It smells delicious so I really must be going…

Tummy rumbling-ly yours,

~T.F.M.H.P.

(The future Mrs. Harry Potter.)

September 11th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Things of the sexual nature have still been AWFULLY awkward around Harry and I. I mean, whenever he kisses me I get tingly again, but then I lose it cos' Hermione comes back to haunt me. Harry has DEFINETLY noticed this and I think it's bothering him. After all, only a month ago we were snogging like no tomorrow. Well, yesterday he brought it up. I managed to really muck this one up, I mean, it was TERRIBLY embarrassing explaining my qualms to him.

We were at his flat yesterday evening, just hanging out (we do a lot of that lately) when he brought it up.

"Gin, are you not attracted to me or something?" How could he EVER think that? He is only the most delicious man alive.

"Harry! No way! You're absolutely scrumptious." Oh dear, I actually said that out loud. As if on cue, my ears burnt red. I am so very pathetic. And then the little peacock had to go and give me another one of his cocky grins. What a dandy that boy is…

"I think I'm absolutely scrumptious too – only kidding Gin! You're the scrumptious one!" I think he was just saying that to try and squelch the evil glare I gave him. He can be so dreadfully full of himself, in a cute way of course.

"Honestly Gin, you're the most attractive wench I've ever met," well thanks. I guess he figured out I wasn't going to say anything more about the subject, cos' he brought it up again.

"Is something the matter Gin? I mean, whenever I kiss you, you get all… uncomfortable it seems. There isn't anyone else is there?" boys are terribly good at jumping to conclusions. So what the hell was I supposed to say to that? "Err, gee Harry, Hermione told me about the 'joys' of sex, and now I'm scared out of my mind!" no, that would be entirely too embarrassing.

"Did someone say something to you?" Wow he's got good intuition.

"Eeerrr, sort of…"  Heh, heh, heh… oh dear. This was getting entirely too uncomfortable.

"Well, who and what?" oh brother, he wasn't letting me back out of this one. Goodness gracious…

"Erm, Hermione, uhh, she was explaining things to me, and umm, errm, uh, it just, um, made me uncomfortable is all." I mumbled that really low.

"What?" Oh god, this was SO embarrassing. But of course, being the blabber mouth that I am, I didn't think twice before speaking.
"Harry, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU YET!" oh goodness. I thought I would die on the spot. I sort of clapped my hands over my mouth in a shocked way and then burnt up red like a tomato. Oh. My. God. To my IMMENSE displeasure the little ducky started laughing! How dare he!!

"Gin, if that was all you should have just told me so. I'm not pushing you to do anything you don't want to, frankly I think it's too soon for us to… well you know…" whew. Off. The. Hook. Thank god for that, cos' there is no way I was going to let him – ugh, YOU KNOW.

So finally after we had that MOST embarrassing conversation, things loosened up a bit. I can now say I can snog Harry without getting the heebie jeebies. Thank god for that also, because I was actually starting to miss it.

Off to kiss her love goodnite,

~Red Potter

PS: Red Potter? That sounds REALLY good together…

September 14th, 2000

Dear Diary,

Mrs. Abijah came over tonite. Blast that old bag! Oh sorry, I didn't mean that really. It's just she came at the most inopportune moment possible. Yes, Harry and I were in the middle of yet another heated snogging session. Bah humbug, oh well. So tonite I had a real kosher meal. It was interesting to say the least. I couldn't pronounce half of what I was eating, but it was good nonetheless. I don't think it really agreed with Harry though, he still has indigestion. Poor baby…

Pepto Bismo to the rescue,

~Virginia Anne

September 16th, 2000

Dear Diary,

By now it's fully within reason for Harry to sleep over. Not that we do anything. I STILL get the heebie jeebies thinking about the S word. I'm sure this'll change over time… for now I'll stay content with my "innocence". So anyway, Harry slept over last night, and I think it was almost more then Ron could handle. I swear if his face had turned any redder then it already was it would have exploded. Fortunately, he didn't punch Harry or even yell. Wow, my brother has decided it's finally time to grow up. What is the world coming to? Before you know it, pigs will be flying.

Have I mentioned before how adorable Harry is when he's sleeping? I think I have, but really, he's quite the picture. He usually takes his glasses off while sleeping, but every once in awhile he'll forget, and when he does it's the most adorable thing. They'll be hanging to the side, and one of his dark locks will fall down his forehead. And, oh to look at his chest rising and falling with each breath, it gives me such a glowing feeling to watch him. My, my, my, aren't I the sentimental one tonite… Anyway, he'd better never catch me watching him, it'd probably creep him out. He'd take one look at me and say "STALKER."

Anyway, I want to go snuggle next to him some more, so ta-ta for now dearest diary…

Sleeping with a picture,

~R.W.P.

PS: How far can you fall in love? Cos' I'm falling…

My, my duckies, I certainly was feeling generous tonite, two updates in one day! And, not to mention, an update yesterday. Feel loved. Cos' you are, either that or I just didn't feel like doing my chemistry homework. I think it's the latter, but don't take offense, cos' I really do love all my reviewers! Here are a few thank yous…

Krissy – I wrote more darlin, satisfied? Hope ya like it… :-D and hope you keep reading….

Hotaru420 – wow, you just love reviewing me eh? Thanks much, it's cool to know you took time to review my story more then once… more then twice actually :-D

GaladrialL – glad ya love it darlin, and I continued! Wippeee… Yay for me!

X3 kharin – hey, thanks for the lovely review. I wrote more :-D teehee, hope you enjoy it.

Now my lovely readers, I believe I have been very generous, teehee, so enjoy. Also, I have neglected all my other ficcys just for you lovely duckies, so feel loved. Also, I probably won't update again till next week sometime. Tomorrow I have French lessons, and then on Saturday I have a football game, and then Sat-Sun I have a TON of French work to catch up on. I'm such a procrastinator… Oh well, I still get straight A's so screw that. Talk to you later darlings, or as Mrs. Abijah would say, "Darlinks!" Peace, ~Jill

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