Wow my llamas, all I can say is wow. I got so many kind reviews today (Oct. 19th) and wow… Thanks to all those who reviewed my LOTR ficcys and thanks to those who reviewed this ficcy too!! You guys rock my socks off! ~Jill
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October 27th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Harry and I had a little misunderstanding today. No, no I assure you, nothing horrendously bad like THE FIGHT. I confronted him about… the S word… and asked him if he told all of his friends about it. I admit, I sort of jumped to conclusions a little wrongly but what's a girl to do? I was scared out of my mind that him and the boys were down at the gym talking about how I seduced him rather unconventionally. Oh dear, it made me a nervous wreck I tell you. So anyway, Harry came home yesterday and immediately I pounced on him, though not the way I had just recently.
"Harry! What have you been telling everyone?!" Oh I know, I'm the MOST subtle person on the planet… Of course this caught him off guard and at first I thought he was just denying it all as a load of tosh, but he, of course, was really telling the truth…
"What are you talking about Ginny?" You need to remember this dear diary, at the time I didn't know he was telling the truth…
"Don't give me that! I know you've been at the gym and I know what boys talk about in the locker rooms… SEX! That's what they talk about… and girls breasts… and things of that nature!" Oh dear, if I could only have heard myself… well at least one of us found it funny.
"Ginny, you honestly think I'd tell the boys about the happenings of our bedroom?!?!" He may have been exasperated but he sounded like he was desperately trying not to laugh. What a relief I tell ya… I mean, what if he doesn't think I'm good at all that… sex… stuff… I mean, honestly, you think I want the whole world (ok, ok, boys locker room) to know if I'm good or not?! No. I don't. Anyway, ENOUGH of that kind of talk… I swear I'm not going to worry about it!! But what if he thinks I'm ba- NO NO NO NO NO! I will not worry… I will not worry… I will not worry…
Anyway, I just hope Ronniekins doesn't find out just yet. He may pretend he doesn't have a problem with the living arrangements, I'm just not sure he could handle Harry and I doing the naughty… Which reminds me, I need to make sure 'Mione doesn't say anything…
In a hurry,
~Hurricane Ginny
October 31st, 2000
Dear Diary,
Happy All Hallows Day!! I remember back at Hogwarts how we celebrated Halloween. It was so much fun, and I rather miss it this year… except for Peeves of course… Anyway, I went to the Burrow today. Mum's getting treats and the like together for all my lovely nieces and nephews. Have I not told you about them yet? Well, there is Bill's children (his wife is gal he met in Spain named Helena) their children are Antony and Julia, then Charlie, well he doesn't have any, and he's not married either… what a ladies man… Then Percy and (Guess who…) Penelope have three children already – Timothy, Basil, and Emily. Gred and Forge are still roving bachelors, and as far as Ron goes, well you know… I doubt him and Herm are going to actually have children for a while. I'm sure Hermione will insist on getting a few certificates or degrees in some aspect of wizardry and witchery before she actually consents to bearing my brother some children.
Anyway, I helped Mum bake loads of things and make candy even. She loves that kind of stuff, and each year she seems to outdo herself. Anyway, Harry is calling me saying something about pumpkin carving. I swear, that boy gets as giddy as a child whenever a holiday comes around. Au beintot fair journal!
All carved out,
~Harry's lil' pumpkin
November 4th, 2000
Dear Diary,
I'm rather relieved that the holidays are over for now. Even something as trivial as All Hallows Day rather drains me of energy. Mum INSISTED that we take the children to the annual festival down in Hogsmeade. Lucky me, I got elected, as well as Harry and Charlie, to help watch the gang. Oh yes, the married couples got to go enjoy themselves while we three got stuck with 5 overly hyper children. Which reminds me, why weren't Gred and Forge there to help?? If anyone THEY'D get along with the kids the best… after all, they're practically kids themselves (well, at least in maturity levels…). Anyway, so the three of us had to help the old bag keep them in check, which was a hard thing I tell ya… I mean, there were hundreds of other little children running around and all of them were dressed as ghosties and ghoulies of different varieties, so how was I supposed to remember which one was which!?
Anyway, so I was scrambling every which way, bumping in to munchkins by the dozen, just trying to help Mum out… Well, then Mum decides to take them in to the shrieking shack (oh yes, it's a big attraction now in days,) and says Charlie, Harry and I can have a bit of a break. What a relief I tell you! I have NEVER been more exhausted in my life then I was on Halloween night. Well, needless to say, the littluns were in TEARS when they came back. The shrieking shack is no easy feat! I still get the collywobbles when I go in there, and that's saying something, seeing as I know the cause of all the rumours personally! But anyway, Harry and I escaped after that, and not much to my mum's amusement! Honestly, the scolding we got from her the next day almost didn't make it worth it…
Well dear diary, I am off to kiss my gallant knight goodnite and then get some shut eye myself! Ta-ta, toodles, au beintot, au revior, sayonara, adios, aloha!!
~Gin
November 7th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Oh dear, Muffin and Schnookums had their first real row as a married couple. It's a pity they decided to elope, otherwise I'm sure Dad could have warned them about this. As always, their bickering was over something very fickle indeed! Maybe Harry and I weren't such geniuses after all! I mean, they still bicker, come night or day, and when they're not at it verbally, well… YOU know… Honestly, it's driving me mad! Anyway, Ronniekins came over here last night roaring smashed, and started going on and on about how insufferable his wife was. Of course Harry, being the male that he is, left me to deal with Ron. Harry popped over to M&S's flat, and had a talk with Muffin. This is how the night went…
"Ron, erm, shall I make you some tea?" Man, when he is drunk he's a little frightening. Not frightening as in "I'm going to kill you" frightening, frightening as in "I've lost whatever brain I had for the night." Yes, you can drag anything out of Schnookums when he's drunk. He calls it a curse, I call it a blessing.
"Oh come on Ronald, snap out of it!" He just glared at me and muttered something incoherent. Why do I have to have such bloody prats for brothers? Now THAT is a real curse.
"She's always nit-picking and bothering me about something. 'Oh Ron, why don't you ever put your clothes in the hamper,' or 'Ron, you NEVER help with the dishes, you're such a lazy git,' or 'Ronald Weasley, if you even so much as take one look at that Victoria's Secret magazine you will be sleeping on the couch for a week!' It's enough to drive a man bonkers!" Hmph. Ron is obviously a thickheaded, numbskull if he honestly thinks his little habits wouldn't drive ANY woman crazy.
"Ron, is it SO much of YOUR WIFE to ask of you to clean up after yourself? Or NOT have fantasies about other women? Sometimes I just don't know who exactly stole your brain!" Then he had the decency to look all offended! Hmph! I didn't choose sides for this row, not really, but how thick can you get?
"Fine, 'Schnookums', tell me, what was the row about this time?" Maybe I deserved the glare he shot me, but honestly, I had about this much patience at the time!
"Don't call me that!" HAH! Ok, so I was being a little cruel, but I was annoyed beyond belief, believe me…
"Well, SHE wanted me to go to some ruddy ministry party where she works, but you know me Gin, I HATE prancing around like some socialite at those kinds of things. I prefer a nice family gathering to a fancy gala any day, you know that!" Wow, so maybe I underestimated my brother, he seems more intelligent when he's smashed then when he's sober.
"Ron! How is you saying you'd rather not escort her showing her that you really care? Women are… sensitive… creatures and, we take offense easily." He still looked confused and angry at this point, daft bugger…
"GINNY! She wanted to make me wear sodding dress robes! Those things itch like crazy!" I almost couldn't keep my laughter in. My brother is such a baby… Maybe they should have waited a few years to get married, but then again, they're perfect for each other.
"Ron…" the bloody prat wouldn't shut his mouth!
"They give me a rash for Pete's sake! And then, she started picking on my hair! What the blazes is wrong with my hair!?"
"Ron…"
"I happen to like my hair! It's red, I'll give you that, but otherwise it's FINE! And, for the love of god, I cut it specifically this way because SHE said she liked it!"
"RON!!!" Jeez, that boy just loves to ramble. I think when I practically bellowed at him, he got the idea…
"Sorry…" he muttered. Sheesh, someone needs to teach that boy some manners.
"Look, just answer me this. Do you love Hermione?" For such a simple question, it sure looked as though he were concentrating rather hard.
"Yes…" finally the dunderhead answers!
"And tell me two reasons why you married her?" Man, I shouldn't have asked, he spent too much time on this one also…
"Well, I've loved her since I was, blimey, 14, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life proving that to her…" wow, I never knew my brother was such a romantic. If only Muffin had been there during the confession, it would have saved so much time.
"Look schnook- I mean, Ron, you guys are 19 years old, you still have the rest of your lives together, and that's a long time. You don't want to spend all that time fighting do you? [Insert shaking of head here…] You want to prove you love her don't you? Then you've got to show her your support! Hell, if that means getting a rash a few times a year, or just holding her hand in support, then I think you can handle it big brother. After all, I've seen you take quite a few quaffles to face – only joking!" I never knew I had it in me, but I think he got the point.
"Ron, you've got to think about how she feels. She's 19, married, and has a husband who's barely grown up – hey it's true! Yet despite all that, she loves you. I'm sure all she wants is your approval, and support. Marriage isn't just about… sex… even though you randy buggers seem to think so, and until you can learn that, I think she has every right to be mad at you." I didn't take sides, honestly. Sure I was a little reproachful, but I HAD to make him see that there's more to marriage then having a romp in the sack. He got it though, because he almost looked near tears.
Next thing I knew, he was searching for floo powder. What can I say? I'm bloody brilliant. Seemed Harry was having all the luck also, cos' at the same time Ron was leaving, Harry popped over, bringing a very distraught Muffin with him. Needless to say, the two had a lot of making up to do. Unfortunately for Harry and I, we caught most of it. Scarred for life I tell ya…
Disgustedly yours,
~Ugh
November 11th, 2000
Dear Diary,
All hell has officially broken loose. Ron caught Harry and I. In bed. Together. In our birthday suits, if you get the gist… I don't really know how it happened; I think I wasn't really thinking, if that makes any sense at all… Let me try and recap what happened.
Okay, so by now, dear diary, Harry and I are sort of accustomed to sharing a bed. It's nothing new really, unless of course it was Ronald doing the finding out… but anyway… Harry was still asleep, and I was up early, as usual, and I was going to write in you… Well, plan interrupted. I heard someone floo in and assumed it was Hermione, because she was coming for a visit later, you see. Since she already knows about some of the more intimate stuff that happens in the loft, I figured she'd knock before entering. Anyway… I wasn't quite paying attention cos' the next thing I hear is two hushed voices outside Harry's door, and there's no time left to throw some clothes on or wake Harry up and make him get dressed. Busted.
"Err, Ron, you should probably knock first…" I thought, whew, I mean, Hermione is a lifesaver! But NOOO, my stupid pig headed brother has to be the git he always is, just barging in whenever he likes!
"Nonsense Muffin, it's only Harry…" oh dear god, if only it were. By now I was sort of frozen, crossing my fingers and PRAYING that he would just go away. No such luck. Luckily my brain came back to me long enough to pull the covers up just as Ron barged his stupid self into the room.
"Harry you great lump wak- GINNY?!?!?!" oh dear god. His face turned PURPLE and I thought he would explode. When he yelled, however, Harry woke up, and upon realizing the situation he paled noticeably, and that's saying something cos' Harry is not a tan person by nature…
"Err, Ron, heh, um, we can explain," poor Harry, I actually feared for his life then I think…
"It looks pretty self explanatory. [Enter knuckles being cracked menacingly here.] From the looks of it, I'd say you'd just been shagging my BABY sister." Oh my lord. If I weren't so afraid for Harry, I would have been just as angry as Ron was.
"Erm, not exactly. We, uh, were just napping actually." Great cover Harry, you dimwit. We were naked if you hadn't noticed.
"I see. I suppose your clothes just HAPPENED to come off then, eh?" Unfortunately, Ron noticed also. Oh lord oh lord, the tension was killing me. I sat there with saucer wide eyes, Hermione cowered in the background, clearly VERY nervous for Harry, Harry sat there sheepishly almost WAITING for the first blow, and Ron… Well… Ron stood there, red faced and looking very dangerous indeed.
"Ron, perhaps we should let them get a little… freshened up, and then talk about this like ADULTS," Oh Hermione, I love you. That snapped Ron out of it a little bit, cos' he left us to get changed. Though I don't think he really trusted us, cos' he wanted to stand guard outside the door, just to be certain nothing went on. Yah Ron, I'm REALLY going to do the naughty with you outside of my door. No thanks, I don't need Harry to be submitted to even more torture then what he has coming. I'm not THAT daft…
Anyway, so I thought perhaps Hermione had cooled Ron down a bit, and in fact she had. His face was red now, not purple, when Harry and I came to the living area. Though, it might be noted for future reference that he was gripping his mug of tea a little harder then need be. His voice, when he spoke, was eerily calm. Oh dear…
"Harry, Ginny, have a seat." He even gestured to the sofa across from where he was sitting. Oh dear lord, it was horrible…
"Now, I haven't given you a chance to explain yourselves. Feel free to do so now." Harry looked pale, so I took the liberty… I wish I hadn't, I only made it worse…
"Honestly Ron, I don't think we need to explain to you what goes on in the bedroom. I would think, being married, you bloody well know what goes on in there." Oh gods, wrong move Ginny. AHH. Eek, his jaw clenched and I could see the fury radiating off of him. For Christ's sake I'm not a child anymore! Honestly, did my brothers really think I would contain my virginity my whole life?! Unfortunately, if they had it their way, their baby sisters "honour" would be contained her whole life. Gr.
"Ginny, this is between Harry and I." Oh wonder of wonders, so suddenly I wasn't the one that was in bed with Harry? I think it had VERY MUCH to do with me!
"Harry, I think you, and my father, and I should all have a talk." Oh no, not the talk. Oh dear god no… Harry gulped as Ron said this, and I knew this was quite possibly the last time I'd ever see him. Oh the poor, poor unfortunate soul. I say this now, I pity Harry for getting involved with a girl who has 6 over protective males in her life. It's a good thing my dad is out of shape, otherwise he'd pummel Harry for sure… Unfortunately, the other five are in shape…
So I'm sitting here now waiting oh so impatiently for Harry to return from the burrow. It's going on six hours now, so I think I have a reason to worry… There's a noise in the kitchen, I think it might be Harry!!
Hurriedly yours,
~Baby Weasley
November 11th, 2000 (later…)
Dear Diary,
Oh dear lord, I think I might actually die. Harry just proposed.
~Eek
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Hey llamas/duckies, how are you this week? Well here's the update I promised I wouldn't give you… yes, between football (soccer for all you Americans) and school I'm completely knackered! Anyway, hope you enjoy the update, sorry to leave you hanging, but I REALLY wanted to stop here and torture you all. Love you my llamas, and ciao!
~Jill
VarsityCheerLeader – Don't feel bad for not reviewing chappie 6, you have reviewed all my others I think… I think that in itself compensates! Thanks for your doubly kind review, and here's a bit of an update… :-D Thanks for reading dahlin…
Hotaru420 – thanks for your faithful reviewing skills, makes me feel special. Here's the update you wanted ;-)
Elisa – thanks for the wonderful review, I had fun talking to you about Harry Potter. Oh my lord, if J.K. Rowling doesn't put Harry/Gin and Ron/Herm together soon, you and I might both crack! Thanks again for the review. PS: Yah, the eloping was a little throw off there, wanted to do something unexpected you know?
8nikki8 – Oh my gosh, I simply cracked up reading your review! It was a very nice review… Yah, making Gin pregnant would add a definetly weird twist, but it's too overdone, so Gin is not pregnant… Haha, yah the part where Ezyma's a cat is hilarious, but my personal favourite is anything Kronk. Anyway, hope you weren't too disappointed with the review, and you'll find out if Harry's nose is still intact in the next chappie… Oh and, Frank McCourt is such a talented writer, I've read Angela's Ashes and Tis so many times… they're awesome…
Jon – thanks for your three kind reviews, and wow, I'm really flattered that you think my writing is any good. Hope you enjoy this little update. Au revior.
Me221 – hehe, yah that way laid line, lol… Yah, last chappie was big on innuendo… hope no one was offended…
Why oh why am I so pretty – thanks for your very kind review. Lol, I'm blushing now. Here's the update dahlin…
GinnyPotter4 – wowies, thanks for the lovely review. Yah, I enjoyed writing the last chapter very much, especially the army stuff. I'm glad I made you laugh, I do try… ;-) Anyway, the update's a little sooner then I had planned, but it's all thanks to my wonderful reviewers. Yah, it's British football, not that I have anything against people who play the more dull way (American football, teehee) :-) Anyway… thanks and enjoy.
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DemonAngi – Hahaha, your review was hilarious! Yah, the name thing is still getting me down, oh the woes of writing ;-) Anyway, yah, the war status names really cracked me up, so I thought I'd incorporate them into a little innuendo. It was fun to say the least… From one llama to another, Jill
Well duckies, love you all much, and thanks for making my day with your nice reviews. If you're interested in being a Beta, let me know… I'm going to have, at the most, 3 or 4 betas, and definetly two if I can find two people who'd want to beta my stories… Anyway, drop me a note and we'll work something out. Love you my llamas! ~Jill
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