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MMm, lots of lovely reviews! You guys are too sweet.
Thanks for all the lovely story suggestions, and thanks for all the great ideas
for this story too. I hope my last chappie wasn't too much of a disappointment.
For one, it was too short. Secondly, it was too dull. And thirdly, well short +
dull = lame-o story… Anyway, I'm trying to ensure that this chapter will be
long and amusing… So enjoy! ~Jill
Post Script: Thank yous at the bottom, as always…
PPS: Oh my goodness, this story has nearly 100 reviews… eeep!
PPPS: Ten cool points for whoever can figure out which line from a famous poem I use more then once in this chappie. Let's just say it's an expression of joy… Oh, and in order to obtain the cool points, you must figure out the author also.
PPPPS: FLUFF ALERT!! FLUFF ALERT!!
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December 7th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Harry and I are in Edinburgh at the moment! Oh it's simply smashing to be back
in Scotland! We arrived two days ago and thus far have seen all sorts of muggle
attractions – The Edinburgh castle, Mary King's Close, and even the National
Gallery of Scotland. I never knew muggle touring could be quite this fun. Let
me tell you though, not all of Scotland is beautiful and great. Don't know what
I mean? I'll tell you in one word. Haggis.
So Harry and were out for supper right? Well, being the enthusiast that he is he decides we should go to a local pub to eat and try and have some of the Scottish Cuisine. Sure, why not, right? Wrong! Haggis. Blech. Apparently it's very popular and traditional over here. Alright, so we're sitting there ordering and this is how the scene goes…
"Please Ginny! Puh-lease can we try some Haggis?" Oh sure, give me the puppy face and I HAVE to comply.
Besides, back then I didn't know what it was…
"Harry, I don't know… I mean, shouldn't we just stick to foods we know?"
Ha ha, at least one of us can play it safe.
"You're no fun," * pout pout pout * I don't know how he does it… I think it's cos' he's so darn cute that he always gets away with things.
"Fine! [exasperated voice] We can try the haggis!" Ugh, Harry dear, don't say I didn't warn you. So then
we sat and sat and sat and waited for the haggis to be ready. Oh dear, I should
have left as soon as I smelt it. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure haggis is a
perfectly lovely meal that tons of people enjoy – I'm just not one of them.
"Ohhhh, smells interesting!" Interesting
is not the word, Harry darling… I'm not one to be impolite about food though,
Mum taught me better then that, so being the brave comrade I was, I took up my
fork and steeled myself for a bite. It wasn't too bad, I'll admit that. The
worker at the pub sort of stood there watching us with an amused grin.
"So what do you think of haggis lass?" What
do I think? Could smell better, slightly squishy, not entirely gross though.
"It's lovely. What's in it?" I am now
sorry I asked.
"Well you see, you start with a sheep's pluck, and you
fill it with all types of ingredients – mutton, liver, onions, peppers – you
know, the like, and then you boil it all together for about 5 hours." A sheep's what?!?!?!!
"Excuse me – did you just say a sheep's stomach?" God don't answer, aaaah!
"Of course!" Blech. There is only so
much a girl can take, and sheep's stomach and liver is not one – errrr two – of
them. I think Harry must have seen the shade of green my face had turned, for
he was obviously stifling a laugh. I am quite embarrassed, but I couldn't hold
it in!! Yah, that's right, I had to go find the loo so I could relieve myself.
Dear me, all this retching in such a short time – I'll be skin n' bones in no
time.
It was not, in the
slightest, funny! Yet here Harry – the dumb prat – is sitting on the bed
laughing his cacks off at my little "scene". He says:
"Oi Ginny, you should have seen the workers face when you left. It was
like he wanted to say, "what's her problem?" it was hilarious! It's only sheep
stomach, I mean, c'mon, it wasn't that awful! And then, and then, all the boys
at the bar, they got a real laugh from it. You could tell who the natives were
cos' they kept making smart remarks about your little visit to the loo. It was
hilarious!" Keep talking Harry, and you'll find
yourself on a very lumpy and cold couch.
Haggis-fully yours,
~Blech
December 8th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Had a charming, haggis free day! Harry and I went to the Scottish Tartans
Museum today. It was very interesting and historical to say the least. I think
Harry got quite a kick out of it though, let me tell you why.
Right, so we're passing and exhibit that has some tartan skirts in it, and
Harry gets this amused look on his face. I'm thinking, oh dear, what now?
Actually, I was thinking something more along the lines of – "No one from the
pub is here, right?" Lucky for me, my suspicions were wrong.
"What's so funny?" he just shakes his
head and chortles with laughter.
"I insist, do tell." This sobers the
cheeky fellow up a bit, and then he begins to blush.
"Erm, nothing, it's nothing, ok let's go."
No really Mr. Potter, I'm intrigued. Do tell…
"We're not going anywhere till you tell me what this is
about, so let's not make a scene, eh dear?" I
know, I'm a bit persistent, but honestly, why wouldn't he just tell me? I mean
it's not like I'll make fun of him, well… if that's what I was thinking, I
should have thought later, because… well it really was quite funny.
"Erm, it's sort of, private if you don't mind," oh but I do, "It's just a silly little thing me and some of the
boys talked about years ago." Hmmm, now I'm
REALLY intrigued… Go on…
"Just, umm, well, umm, just how uhhh, just how – kinky it'd be to have
our girlfriends erm…" he lowered his voice
here, "strip for us wearing one of those."
How kinky indeed! Haha, so Mr. Potter… You want me to strip for you while
wearing a plaid mini skirt? Let me guess, the schoolgirl fantasy?
"I see," I said. It really was funny, I mean, I couldn't help but laugh. Though I didn't intend to make fun of him, he got all huffy anyway. Oh well, perhaps I'll have to do some tartan shopping to make up for it – if you get my gist…
Plaid-fully yours,
~Kinkstress Red
December 10th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Does anything EVER go right in my life? I guess not. I try and do something
nice for Harry and he goes and gets all offended over it. Sheesh. I am
seriously considering giving up on boys for life!!
Want to know what happened diary? I don't think you do… but I'll write it down
anyways…
So Harry has this kinky fantasy, right? Well I thought, him being so nice and
bringing me here to Scotland and all, that the least I could do was maybe…
well… you know, fulfill it for him. So yesterday while he was having a bit of a
kip, I returned to the Tartans museum gift shop and got exactly what I needed. So
I get back to the inn and he's still sleeping. Perfect, eh? Right, so after I'm
all ready and whatnot, I wake him up with a kiss… The scene goes as follows.
"Morning beautiful," * sigh * I never
get tired of hearing that.
"Good afternoon sir," silly git, he
slept the day away.
"Where've you been?" Do I sense a hint of over protectiveness coming out? Tehe.
"Oh, I had to go get something… for you," aha, the trouble begins. Why boys just can't accept
gifts when they're given amazes me.
"What?" then he realised the skirt. "Ginny!
What do you think you're doing?" Wha? Can we do
a double take on that? I thought this was your fantasy you perv!!
"Excuse me? Isn't, I thought you –" God I was confused as hell!! I mean, one minute he
wants a strip show, the next it's totally appalling. Perhaps I'm just not
pretty enough.
"Ginny, put some clothes on for Pete's sake!" that's when I felt like crying. So that's what I did. I just cried
and ran into the bathroom, where I am currently locked in right now.
No I'm not sad anymore. Nope, not sad. Angry is a better word to describe what
I feel. Stupid git… never, ever try and do anything nice for a boy. Stupid
buggers will make sure to turn it around and make it seem like a bad thing.
Grr,
~Ranting Raving Red
December 13th, 2000
Dear Diary,
I've been gloomily wandering around Edinburgh by myself, drinking in the
sights, and trying to ignore Harry. He's doing the same I suppose. I don't get
why something so trivial has to turn into such a big thing with him, but I
suppose his ego's been stung or something. Damn boys and their silly pride!
Gloomily yours,
~Virginia…
December 14th, 2000
Dear Diary,
Harry and I have been arguing something fierce. He doesn't understand why I'm
so cheesed off, and I don't understand why he got so mad over the whole skirt
incident. Good thing that this dumb holiday will be over tomorrow. Hmph. Talk
about a good idea gone wrong. I mean, honestly! Do boys get any dumber? Nay, I
THINK NOT! Hmph. Not even my unhealthy obsession over Wonder Boy can get him
out of the doghouse. I honestly don't get why he has any right to be mad at me…
stupid bastard. We didn't even get to see Hogwarts again…
~argh
December 25th,
2000
Dear Diary,
Sorry for the delay, but Happy Christmas just the sam-
February 2nd, 2003
Dear Diary,
I FOUND YOU!!! Oh sweet content! I'd just about given up looking for you, when
voila, I find you! So much has happened these last two years (and a few
months)! Dear me, if I weren't so happy at finding you, I'd be completely angry
with Hermione! Yes, she was the one that hid you – sneaky girl. Shall I tell
you the tale?
Well, it all began on Christmas morning. Harry and I were STILL bickering even
after being home from silly old Scotland, and Hermione, to say the least, was
irritated. So, she devised a plan. Very cheeky of her if you ask me, but then,
no one does ask me. Hmph. Anyway, she was getting sick of me always turning to
my diary in times of, "trouble," so she took it! She created a diversion and
hid you in her stocking drawer! If I hadn't been helping her with the wash
today I never would have found you! It's fate I tell you…
Anyway, I am glad to say that Harry and I are no longer bickering over that
silly skirt incident. How trivial and immature it all seems looking back… So
what else is new in the life of Ginny Weasley? (Yes, I'm still a Weasley…)
Well, not a lot actually. I turned twenty last year, and in two months I'll be
21. And still not married… I know, 21, I still have plenty of time to get
hitched, right? Well, of course right, I just thought that by now (after almost
three years) Harry would have proposed. I guess he just doesn't love me
anymore…
Before I start crying, let me change the subject. Ron and Hermione are
expecting! Yes that's right, the baby's due in May. And besides that, they both
have new jobs. Ron works for the Department of Games and Magical Sports right
under Ludo Bagman. Yes, that old boy is still there, but as soon as he's
ousted, Ronniekins will be in command. Hermione has decided to play dutiful
little home wife and raise the family. It's a pity she can't give me some of
her brains then, since she won't need all of them… She seems quite – elated
about her decision though. I never thought I'd see the day when Hermione Gran –
errr- Weasley wouldn't be ambitious. But then again, raising children is a
spectacular feat in itself… Oh well.
Anyway, what about Harry
and I you say? Well, Harry is playing for the Cannons now – go figure. In 2001
when the new season of quidditch started he promptly got offers from all the
teams he tried out for. Being loyal, however, he chose the Cannons. Ron, to say
the least is proud. I am proud and excited for him – even if he doesn't love
me. Well, he never exactly said he didn't love me, I just… erm… can tell –
WOMENS INTUITION – you know? Enough of that depressing subject, cos' next thing
you know I'll be downing the ice cream again by the pint. Well, onto me I
guess. I work for Gringotts now. Yes, that's right, following in Brother Bill's
footsteps. I never thought a job that had to do with math in any shape or form
could be so rewarding – but I really do love it there.
Anyway, enough catching up… I promise NEVER to let Hermione get her grubby
little hands on you again. And, and I'll write more later, that's a promise!
Faithfully yours,
~V.A. Weasley - - - (still)
February 3rd, 2003
Dear Diary,
See? Aren't I a good friend? I told you I'd write more, and I did… Hmph.
Anyway, I was talking to Hermione today about how Harry doesn't love me and
all, and well I'll just write it down I guess… This is how it went.
"Ginny, what ARE you moping about this time?" Well, that was very unkind of her if you ask me. I am most certainly
not moping… I think…
"I am not moping! I'm just being practical!" Honestly though, Harry hasn't said I love you in nearly two weeks. If
that doesn't amount to something I don't know what does! After all, we're
supposed to be in love!
"Does this have to do with Wonder Boy?"
yes, even those close to him like to tease him. It's ever so much fun.
"Erm… maybe…" Sheesh, she still has to be so nosy and analytic doesn't she?!
"I see. Well, what's the matter this time?" This time? And does she HAVE to sound so
exasperated? Honestly, what a friend.
"Um, he doesn't love me any - erm - more." Now
that wasn't so hard. Of course it wasn't…
"What in heavens makes you say such a foolish thing?" Hmph, it's not foolish!
"Well, erm, for one he hasn't said he loves me for almost a fortnight!" Hmph, beat that miss nosy!
"What a load of tosh! Absolute rubbish if you ask me! Have you ever
tried saying it first yourself? Perhaps he thinks YOU'RE the one who doesn't
love him. Ever thought of that possibility, eh?"
Cor - she's right. I mean, it has usually been Harry who has said it first, you
know? Bollocks, that was a bad bout of news indeed! So then, there I was all
frantic like and in a right state of anxiety.
And now I really need to
go find him now and tell him I love him! I mean, otherwise he'll fall out of
love with me!! And I had so very much hoped to be called Mrs. Potter one day…
On a mission (yet again),
~Lt. Red
February 3rd, 2003 (later…)
Dear Diary,
Oh dear lord, I'm so incredibly embarrassed!! Well, after my little bout of
nerves earlier I went straight away to find Harry. Good decision right? Well,
perhaps… See, I went to the pitch during his lunch break (he always complains
that he never gets to see me enough during the day) and brought him some
sandwiches and whatnot. Well anyway, I made a total fool out of myself.
Ah, I am blushing right now at the very thought of it. Even after all these
years I'm still as clumsy as an ox. Well, see, I was sort of not paying
attention while I was walking through the stands and I sort of tripped over one
of the benches. I land right on my bum, in front of an international quidditch
team, wearing a dress (and now the contents of the sandwiches I had brought
along.) Yeah, talk about embarrassing. All the boys (yeah, no females on the
Cannons – talk about sexist) burst out laughing, including Wonder Boy, though
he came to my aid. What a gallant knight that fellow is.
"You all right there Red?" Yeah, Red. No sweetheart, or dearest, or darling or a million other endearing terms. Just… Red.
"Omph, be a dear and help me up." I was a little hurt to tell the truth – though not so much in a
physical way. No, my bum was fine, it was my heart that hurt.
"Well this certainly is a surprise, I mean, you never come to the pitch…
anything the matter?" Oh, so suddenly your
fiancé (oh how I wish I were his fiancé… I wish) has to have some drastic
tragedy or reason in order to visit you?
"Nothing's the matter. Hmph… well I'm sor-ry
that I took the pains to come and visit you. Next time, since I know I'll be so
under appreciated, I'll just spare you and I the trouble and sit at home like a
good little girl." Ok, so over the years I
still haven't lost my bad sense of overreacting. What can I say? Something's
just never change…
"Hey, I didn't mean it like that! I just was curious as to why you're here. Bloody hell, I didn't mean to offend you!" Hmph. Temper, temper…
"Hmph." Yeah, very clever and witty of me right? I retort to him with some clumsy half of a grunt. Great job! Oh yes, did I forget to tell you that my objective had been to say "I LOVE YOU" to him? Well, let's continue with the scene, shall we…
"Ginny, I really don't have time to argue with you. If you insist on being so stubborn, I'll just talk to you when I get home later," Hmph. Dumb git.
"Fine then Mr. Potter," by
now he was already back on the field, but I was yelling so I knew he heard me.
"I just came to say I-bloody-love you, you dumb git!" and then I stomped out of there and apparated back
home. Where I am sitting now. Writing this. Yes, that all happened about 10
minutes ago. I didn't even wait to see the look of shock that probably came
over his face. I'm not going to apologise though – I just can't help loving
him… Oh dear, I think I hear him coming now, and he sounds a bit frantic. Oh
no, I bet you a pint of ice cream, dear diary, that he's going to toss me!
~Eeeep!
February 3rd, 2003 (later still…) (actually, it's probably the 4th by now…)
Dear Diary,
I owe you the biggest pint of ice cream ever, diary! Shall I relay what
happened? Oh I will, I will indeed! (I think the only thing that could add to
my happiness right now would be a sparkling engagement ring…)
So there I sat, or rather, paced, worrying my little head off that Harry was going to toss me like yesterday's rubbish… It was quite foolish of me to think so, but I guess you never can tell with the male of our species. Anyway, I shall be very theatrical about this and say: START SCENE…
Harry enters looking frantic and strangely happy. Ginny stops her pacing as Harry burst through the door. There is a moment of silence where neither moves and the two lovers simply stare into each other's eyes. Then, in a seemingly mad rush, Harry runs to his ladylove. Oh bah humbug with that tosh, let me just relay it in my own words…
"Gin, you came out there just to say I love you?" Well duh, I thought I had made that pretty clear. All
I could do at this point was nod. Oh sweet content, oh sweet, oh sweet
content!! He kissed me. He flat out kissed me. Oh, and it was none of that
chaste nonsense, no it was a full blown, passionate, knee quaking kiss. Oh
glory, my lips are still tingling.
"Oh Ginny I love you so much, you have no idea… I'm sorry for being such
a prat lately." Oh golly, how can a girl refuse
something as sweet as, well, Harry? Maybe I should try visiting the quidditch
pitch more often. And then we were kissing, again and again and – oh I'll never
get tired of those lips. Look at me, I sound like some sentimental peach, going
on and on about her lover.
"You mean, you still love me?" Sure, I
just had to ask. It didn't matter that he had just confessed his blatantly
undying love for me - no I had to clarify… Stupid git, that's what I am…
"Of course I do you silly wench! I thought …" then the silly boy mumbled something incoherent.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" Hmph,
well if I was going to admit my own foolishness, he would certainly have to
give up his as well!
"I – erm – thought you didn't… Well it was rather silly of me, but I thought you didn't love me anymore." Oh blast! I must have been really horrible to him these past few weeks. Here I was, getting so caught up in my own trials that I completely forgot to worry about the love of my life. He must think me some horrid wench indeed.
"Oh Harry, I'm sorry! I've been so worried about myself lately and about this whole little fiasco that I completely forgot to love you…" Silly, I know… but honestly, it's the truth. I think I got so caught up in my own problems that I forgot relationships are two sided.
Oh sweet content is all I can say… I love that boy – no – man so much that words fail to express it. I can be such a boob sometimes, and it's a wonder Harry can still look at me and love me after it all. Well, needless to say… after our afternoon of confessions, quidditch practice was completely forgotten, and much romping in the sack ensued – if you get the gist… *wink wink*
Lovingly yours,
~Mrs. H. Potter (once again - I wish…)
PS: Oh sweet content… *sighs*
PPS: Now if only that engagement ring…
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Well duckies, there's a nice long chapter for you. I
hope you enjoyed the abundance of fluffiness there at the end. I quite enjoy
fluff, and I've noticed the blatant lack of it of late. So… I said to myself, I
said, "Self, why not make the readers and yourself happy and write some fluff."
Yes, fluff, it's one of the great things in life. Anyway… Hope you enjoyed. Oh,
wait; here are some clarifications on some Brit lingo I used last time around…
Any road – this is something my Mum, (who grew up in Liverpool ages ago) used instead of anyway. It's just a little phrase I've caught on over the years…Basically it's just used in place of the word anyway…
Lurgy – again, this is something Mum says often.
It's just what my family calls the flu, I'm not quite sure it's still used in
England anymore… but oh well…
Everything else is pretty much self explanatory… Oh and some news for everyone
– I'm moving back to my beloved homeland! Yes, I'll be spending my last few
months (before Uni) back in England. My grandparents are in need of a
companion, and I've been elected. So yes, come December I'll be going home.
Don't worry though duckies, I'll still have access to internet. (Yes, My
grandparents aren't still stuck in the Stone Age.) Oh and, if you're wondering
why Harry was so cheesed off over the whole skirt incident, you'll find out…
Any road (tehe,) here are some thank yous…
Courtney8591 – thanks for the lovely review. Wow, an addict eh? Tehe, well here's a spot of an update…
MissBeccaBlack – yes! Finally someone with some genius! Lol, no really! I was thinking of doing a companion piece in Harry's POV (not journal style though,) and there you go, popping me the idea again in a splendid review. Very ace of you ;)
VarsityCheerLeader – Yes, Neville and Luna together is a splendid idea. As I said to you the other day, I'd love to do a 6th year portrait of them together… Anyway, thanks for the review…oops, make that, thanks for the two lovely reviews. Oh and, thanks for being such a marvelous beta…
BlondeLily – Yeah, I love doing Harry/Gin stories. I could write them all day long. James and Lily would also be fun to do… thanks for the smashing review – it really means a lot to me to see that someone loves this story. You're a real chum.
Danny – wow, you've got a whole plot going there, eh? Perhaps you should pursue it yourself, you know? Thanks for the lovely ideas, and I will certainly take it into consideration. Oh, splendid, I just popped upon another review of yours. Yes, Any road is British slang… It's a spot outdated but my mum still uses it, so I guess I just picked it up as well.
Potterboy – Yeah, I'd love to do something perhaps a bit more… spicy. I'm not good at writing love scenes, I can't write anything too graphic. And, I believe I'd be blushing the whole time while writing and posting it… I'll try and liven things up a bit, though, in my next story. Thanks for the suggestion…
GaladrialL – Ahhh, another ducky loves my story. How kind of you – honestly :-D
LooneyLover – Your review was simply smashing! I know, the last chapter was entirely too short, but I tried to make up on this chapter by having about… 8 pages typed (not including the beginning notes and the thank yous…) So I hope I am forgiven on that account. ;) Ginsecure, yah, I thought that worked out pretty hilariously – you know, insecure and all that… lol… Yes dearie, I am British. My Da is American, but me mum is a Brit. I grew up in Nottingham and am going to be moving back to England (this time to London, however) come December. Wippee ;)
Greg – If you'd like to be my other beta, leave me your email and I'll begin to send you the chappies along with my other betas. ;) Thanks much
Kurbani – looks like Scotland was pretty miserable for the both of them. Yah, last chappie – well let's just say I'm not too pleased with it. I like this one, however. Probably has something to do with all the fluff :)
LuthienGranger2004 – Gin's not pregnant yet… I think I'm going to wait til after they're married (if they get that far) to make 'em have a baby. Nice guess though :)
Sean – great suggestions. I agree with you, telling is a lot flatter then dialogue. Yah, I'm pretty sure that I'll be doing a Fred/George type of story next… Well, thanks for reading, and thanks for the critique :-D
Jayme – tehe, AKA GinnyPotter4, thanks for the lovely review my wonderful beta. Yes, the man in the pub set me laughing… tehe… it was quite funny actually, cos' once (back home in good old England) my friend actually got hit on like that… I love incorporating real life events with my stories… so much fun!
DreamOnForever – yah, Harry and Ginny are certainly the most fun to write about :-D
FearlessAngel14592 – I apologise for not updating sooner… ;-)
Lapis Rain – thank you for the lovely comment. Yah, Lily and James would definetly be fun to do. And Re/Sir, yes, definetly a weird combo – but something about the two just intrigues me… Teheh, oh well :-) we'll see what happens…
Embyr Black – yah, that'd be neat to see done also. I like the whole tom/gin idea, it's very intriguing…
Aerogirl401 – yah!! You're my kind of gal, lol, not really, seeing as I don't fancy girls… but you get the gist! F/G or J/L is the kind of story I'm leaning towards…
Carmine007 – Your review was perhaps one of the funniest I've ever gotten. It was splendid, don't get me wrong, but it was funny. *Thanks you for the box of sticks, and then prods tent* here's your update m'dear
All right my lovely llamas/duckies (whichever you prefer…) here's an update, sorry the thank yous took so long, and hope that the chapter is atleast a little bit more acceptable (I really tried to make it as long as possible, but here was a good place to stop.) All right, give me your feedback if you'd like.
Cheers,
Jill
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