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Dear llamas,
Thanks for your response about my last chapter and the announcement that I am taking up betas! I hope you don't think I'm TOO cruel for stopping where I did, but it was the PERFECT moment to stop. Oh the torture! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chappie, and I hope you aren't disappointed. Also, I want to give a special thanks to my LOVELY beta-ers, lol that is so not a word, Jayme and Jessie! You guys rock my socks off, thanks a million.
Regards,
Jill
PS: Thank yous at the end as always…
PPS: Sorry if my Yankee slang and Brit slang is a bit mixed. I haven't lived in the UK for awhile, and I have started picking up a lot of the things Yanks use… which is rather funny, seeing as I don't live in the USA either… Guess it has something to do with all my American friends… Anyway, hope you aren't too confused with all the mixed "lingo"
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November 12th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Oh my good lord, last night was just about the strangest night I've ever had! Like I wrote yesterday, HARRY PROPOSED! Let me start at the beginning though…
So I heard Harry arrive back home and hurried out there just to make sure his nose was still intact and that other crucial body parts and limbs were still there. Boy was I in luck when I saw him unscathed. Don't get me wrong, I'd still love Harry if he was missing an eye or a leg or something, it's just I rather like him as a whole… Anyway… He looked incredibly troubled when he saw me though. I mean, his eyes popped out of his head like he was a dying grasshopper or something of the like, and then he got all fidgety. I wanted to shout at him and say, "Stop beating around the bush and get to it already…" but I didn't want to add to his anxious state. Now, if you know Harry like I do, you know he's not fidgety. On the contrary, actually. He's quite the dandy, and along with that comes the natural cockiness of a peacock. But he's a charming lad nonetheless, so I forgive him on that account.
Any road, Harry walked up to me and grabbed my hand. His hand was VERY sweaty… I didn't think about what he could get so worked up over, but then he got down on his knees and I got VERY nervous, and nauseous, and fluttery.
"Uh, Ginny… I really like you, and I even love you, and you know that…" By now I knew something funny was going on. This was NOT the Harry I knew and loved.
"Harry, dear, what exactly did my father say to you?" Then he got all sheepish looking again. The poor dear…
"Ginwillyoumarryme?" Hah, and your first proposal is supposed to be a romantic thing. I admit, it got me smiling, but that was not at all the way I imagined it.
"Did Dad put you up to this?" He looked terrified at the very mention of my father. Oh dear, I do believe he's scarred for life… For a second there I almost considered saying yes, but then I knew I couldn't… I mean, one look at him was all it took to see we both weren't ready for this. He looked like a… a… an ant at the mercy of a giant. Not the best analogy, but it'll do.
"Erm, your dad suggested it might be a good thing to do…" Diary, remind me to pummel my father later.
"Let me guess, to protect my 'honour'?" By now I was really brassed off. I mean, how many times does a girl get proposed to? Well, sure, film stars and musicians get it all the time, but what about a homely girl like me? Not often. And thanks to my beloved father, my first, and possibly last, proposal was completely ruined.
"Ehhh, he might have said something along the lines of me having a duty to marry you since I had violated you…" GAH! I was the one who started it for gods sake!! Doesn't ANYONE remember that I, the very scarlet woman who started the whole bedtime romps, SHOULD HAVE SOME GOD BLESSED SAY IN THIS! Sorry diary, got a little frustrated there. I'm just very upset at the whole situation. I'm not a child, after all, and I can very well take care of myself without having my sage old parents come to the rescue. Times are changing, and just cos' nowadays people have a little bang in the sack (to put it lightly) before marriage does not mean they're a bunch of slags! Ugh…
"Listen Harry, it's not that I don't love you, it's just that… well – we're not ready to get married! Blimey, I just, argh, I am just not ready for that." then I rambled on and on, as I have the complete, and disgusting tendency to do. But Harry shut me up. He hugged me really hard, and then sighed in relief. It was kind of disappointing to see he was so relieved about it all, but then again, so was I. Of course he saw that he had made a bit of a muck up, cos' he immediately set about fixing it.
"Oh Ginny, I'm so relieved. Honestly, we're not ready for it… But, don't get me wrong, I'd love to marry you someday… just… not yet." Oh. My. God. So maybe my first proposal wasn't ruined after all. I'm floating on cloud nine now, because Harry wants to marry me one day!
"And, when I ask you, I want to do it properly, not because I'm being forced to." He let go of me then, which is a good thing cos' I was struggling to breathe. That boy has got a strong grip… anyway, he was sort of just ruffling his hair all relieved like, and I couldn't help but notice how utterly adorable he is. How did a poor, nobody like me end up with someone like him? I mean, he doesn't even care that I hardly have breasts! Wow, he must be a superhuman or something of the like, cos' according to Hermione, all males have some weird obsession with breasts.
Anyway, I really am happy right now, despite the fact that Mum has written me a few howlers about how I let myself get "deflowered" and "used" and the like… Sheesh, has she forgotten what it's like to be young and in love? I guess so… Anyway, I have to face the old bag sooner or later, though I'd prefer the former it has to be the latter.
Cheerio and wish me luck,
~The Official (sort of) Fiancé of Harry James Potter
November 14th, 2000
Dear Diary,
My Mum is, in one word, insufferable! Along with that she is tiring, infuriating, and completely lovable! Yes, no matter how much she gets on my nerves, I love her! Ugh, I don't know why I put up with her; after all she practically called me a slag for not agreeing to marry Harry. Oh well, I guess when your daughter is as homely as I am, you'd want her to jump on the first marriage proposal she got, even if it were forced…
Anyway, now that that whole fiasco is over, I can finally breathe. Sure Harry still gets jittery whenever we sit down for a good ole' snog , but riddle me this, wouldn't you be nervous too if you had your life threatened the last time you were found in such a compromising situation? I know I would be… Anyway, I am knackered diary, and I really am not in the mood to spill anymore "secrets" to you tonite.
Blah,
~Bleh
November 16th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Sorry about the bad temper last night, I was just angry thinking about… everything. Wait a second, tell me again why I'm apologizing to a piece of paper? Don't answer that…
Anyway… Harry wants us to go up to Scotland for a short holiday, but I'm not so sure… I mean, I REALLY need to work out what I want to do with my life, and I need to try and appease my family still. You, dear diary, you have NO idea how upset most of them STILL are over the whole "Harry and Ginny are shagging" thing… It's not amusing on Harry's behalf, seeing as he's the one who is blamed…
Maybe a holiday would do us some good. At least then my overbearing family would get the idea that I LOVE HARRY POTTER and he loves me too. The whole shenanigan is getting me very brassed off. Why, oh why can't I have a normal family. Oh dear, which reminds me… Another annoying attribute that I must have inherited from some one in my unfortunate bloodline is my clumsy streak. I've been pretty good these days, and other then the pudding incident I haven't had any big muck ups. I think that the fates finally decided I should have some peace in my life… But then again, I always jinx myself saying things along those lines, so perhaps I shouldn't push my luck…
Bah humbug is all I say to that… Any road, things are getting really festive in London. It's really beginning to look a lot like Christmas… uugh, bad memories from that song, but we won't get in to detail. We had our first bout of snow the other day, though it wasn't much and melted almost immediately. Harry was so giddy when he came home I thought that perhaps Ron had taken him to get foxed or something of the like, then I remembered Ron isn't speaking to Harry… Oh the drama… I think I need something to appease my own temperaments, and seeing as there is no jolly lad around to kiss my worries away, Ice Cream shall have to do… By golly, I really AM going to die of ice cream overload.
I scream – you scream – we all scream for ice cream,
~Screaming Weasley
November 20th, 2000
Dear Diary,
I have come to the conclusion that I am completely and utterly obsessed with one said Harold James Potter. Not that that's a bad thing necessarily, but I think my obsession is a tad on the unhealthy side… Hah, Hermione would laugh her cacks off if she could read this. She'd get all… analytic on me and say, "I told you so Ginny Weasley. You're an insecure person, and you've used your insecurities and put them towards an obsession." That would be most unfair of her, for I really truly love Harry. If I didn't, would I put up with his dirty socks everywhere, or him not putting his trousers in the hamper, or his off key singing in the shower? No, I wouldn't. Bollocks is all I say to Hermione's rude analyzing. The poor dear is just bitter that Ron won't cut his hair again.
I'm off for a bit of a kip, and then afterwards I still have to come to a decision about Scotland… I just don't know dear diary… perhaps I should go to Herm for advice, but perhaps not… she'll probably just analyze that also… I think she should be one of those muggle, physcowhatzits… anyway, that sofa is looking particularly inviting, so cheerio!
Obsessed and loving it,
~Ginsecure
November 23rd, 2000
Dear Diary,
Ugh! Well, dear diary, it looks as though Scotland is out of the question for this week. I have a bad bout of the lurgy and have been retching every few minutes… perhaps that's an over exaggeration, but it's true! It seems this little bug has decided that I, the ice cream eater of the century, should be the one to get attacked. That little git… Oh dear, I must be going delusional or something of the like because I think I just insulted a virus… Dear me, what IS the world coming to…
Any way, as if getting the flu isn't enough, I seem to have some VERY swotty neighbours! The littluns that live just downstairs seem to think they're all high and mighty, and when I POLITELY asked them (err, sort of) to keep the noise level to something… acceptable… they got all huffed up and said I wasn't their Mum so they didn't have to give an ear to anything I said. Little buggers, the whole lot of them… How would they like it if they were stuck inside, retching every other moment on a perfect day like today. Little gits, I'm never having children. And if I do ever change my mind, my children will NOT be like them at all! And that's a promise.
Hmph,
~Retching Red
November 29th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Whew, no more retching! What a relief! I honestly thought that I might have puked my guts out if that damn sickness had kept up anymore… Anyway, I really don't have the time of day to write right now! Ah bugger all, I have to go to market… the pantry's low. Au revoir for now…
Marketing,
~Haggler Gin
December 2nd, 2000
Dear Diary,
Ugh! You would think that it being the Christmas season and all I'd be filled with joy and good cheer. Not so much actually… I had the worst day today, trying to find an assortment of gifts, picking up the laundry for Harry, fixing supper and making a right mess of it, and then… hmph… then I got hit on QUITE inappropriately by a drunken old man!
The day started out relatively nice, I mean, Mum even bothered to visit, and she didn't make any nasty remarks about our relationship. (Our being Harry and I of course…) Then, trying to get rid of the old bag, (not that I don't love her, I just had a lot to do… honest!) I told her I had some errands to run and whatnot. Luckily, she didn't insist on coming along with me. So then I made my way around London in both Wizarding and Muggle areas, and I got most of my trifles for the day done… Well, then I decide, "alright, let's stop for a bit of an eat." So I find this quaint little pub, and it's about mid-afternoon so I don't have to worry much about a crowd being there… Anyway, I get there, have some soup and pie, and then this barmy old bat comes up to the counter where I'm sitting. Now, you can tell from his very stench that he's been drinking, most likely, a lot. Ugh, ugh, UGH!!! Then the old bugger decides to give me a toothy grin – only he hardly has any teeth so it's more like a toothless grin! Being the polite person I am (err, heh heh, a girl can dream…) I gave him a bit of a nod, then tried to make my way out of there.
As luck would have it, however, he wasn't finished with me. So on my way by him his hands wandered and he gave me a playful pat on the rump. It was – to say the least – not appreciated!!! Keep your bloody hands off my rump, thanks much! Oh if only Harry had been there… I wonder if he would have played the role of overprotective boyfriend… perhaps… Most likely he would have gotten a good laugh out of the old bags advances… smarmy git…
Anyway, then, in my distraught state (oh the drama…), I rushed home and started supper. It was a disaster I tell you. Almost, not quite, but almost as bad as the pudding incident to be sure! I mean, you couldn't really tell where the mess began and the countertops ended. I swear, I'm just not cut out for this type of work… Perhaps if Harry and I ever get married he can wear the aprons and do the housework, and I'll wear the trousers in the relationship… oh well…
Knackeredly yours,
~Too Tired Red
December 4th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Well, seeing as I no longer have that terribly disgusting bout of the lurgy, Harry and I are going to take that MUCH needed holiday up to Scotland. Florish and Blotts have given me leave, so I'm off to pack!!
~Eeeeh!
PS: Perhaps we'll get to visit Hogwarts and Hogsmeade while there… hmmm….
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Hello duckies! Yes, I apologise for the dreadful delay, but I have been
up to my ears in damn homework! Preparing for uni is not all that fun… Anyway, Sorry
the chappie isn't as long as I wanted it to be, and sorry it's not as
captivating either. I promise you, the trip to Scotland shall be more amusing
then this dull piece… Anyway, enjoy, and here are some thank yous…
Regards,
Jill
PS: Don't expect an update for awhile, I really don't have any time at all : (
VarsityCheerleader – Thanks for the lovely review, and thanks for being my beta. You rock! I've quite enjoyed getting to know you, and hope you like this chappie… sorry for the blatant lack of fluff…
GinnyPotter4 – Jayme! Thanks for the great review, and thanks also for being my beta! You're a special gal, and hope you enjoyed the chappie… Sorry for the delay…
DemonAngi – teeehee my lovely llama, yes yes I know, I just threw the proposal in there to get some reactions. I never actually intended for Ginny to say yes… tehe ;-) I hope you weren't at all disappointed with how it turned out… :-D
Embyr Black – thanks for the lovely review. Quite smashing of you to take the time to leave one ;) I'm glad I got you laughing…
LooneyLover – Sorry for the delay in the post… and I love long reviews, they make me feel… quite scrummy as a writer… Anyway, woo hoo, glad you liked it! Yah, I wouldn't be continuing this story if it weren't for the enthusiasm of my reviewers, so of course I want to thank you chums! Hope you liked the chappie…
FearlessAngel14592 – Thanks for the review, sorry the update was so late…
Danny – teehee, thanks for the hint. Oh and, I hope you're not disappointed with this chappie…
Why oh why am I so pretty – Thanks for the lovely review :-D tehe, Harry was a tad nervous proposing, I'd say… hope I didn't disappoint you…
TwiztedTiger – Hey! Thanks for the review, I definetly love the Harry/Ginny pairing… I've thought about Draco/Ginny together, and I will agree they'd make an interesting pairing… perhaps I'll have to explore that aspect a little deeper some time… Here's the update…
Cherie Babie: hahaha, yay I updated :-D and wow, is my story awesome? Hmmm, thanks so much for that… I never really considered it awesome before… tehe…
Ok lovelies, thanks for taking time to read, review, laugh, or whatever it is you do while reading my pathetic excuse of the written page. See you around, and happy reading!
~Jill
PS: Yah, Neville and Luna, great idea… also,
I was thinking about doing a companion piece for this, like in Harry's POV
(though not diary style), so good idea MissBecca ;-) We shall see what happens…
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