A/N: Finally a relatively fast update…it would've been out faster, but I had trouble with this chapter…turned out a little too fluffy for my tastes, but eh…whatever. If I'm good, the next chapter may be the last. Maybe an epilogue after that. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!

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The Hopefully Non-Magic Diary of Ginny Weasley

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Around 12:00, Christmas Day

A brief recap of all that has happened since I awoke:

1) Got a note from Draco.

2) Met him outside after getting dressed.

3) Started to snog (but just a little, I swear!!!…)

4) Ron, Harry and Hermione came bumbling by.

5) (Ron) Started jumping up and down hysterically. Resembled red jumping bean.

6) Told me to stop it immediately and go up to my dorm room. Told Malfoy to lay off on me.

7) Both of us told them to shove it up their ass. Might have been offended by that.

8) Eventually ran upstairs nearly in tears at the injustice of it all. Vowed to get revenge, something worse than Puking Pastilles this time. Maybe murder. Killing Ron would be a favor to the whole world.

9) Currently taking magic marker and scribbling on all of Ron's pictures. His pictures very indignant about this.

As you probably already figured out, since you all are quite intelligent, I am pissed off. The last sentence being somewhat of an understatement, of course. What am I supposed to do? To make that annoying rat I have the misfortune of calling brother see that he has absolutely no right to control my life, so why don't you worry about your own pathetic one?

I swear, that boy is going to drive me to become a nun.

12:15, Feeling Sneaky

Got another note from Sexy Blonde of mine.

Surely, you don't want to spend Christmas with those abominable excuses for human beings.

Meet me on the roof of the Astronomy Tower at 7:00.

--D.M.

While this is really very charming, wonderful, fantastical news, I wonder about one thing:

Why at 7? Why can't it be now? What am I supposed to do for the rest of the day?

Why is it such a beastly Christmas?

1:00

I'm basking in solitude. Even arguing with dim Ron would serve to be more interesting than this.

1:30

Maybe he doesn't like me. It's possible! It's not like he's never had a girlfriend before. He could very well go around snogging random girls without meaning anything. Maybe he's telling me to meet him at 7:00 so he can tell me that this is just a passing fling. Maybe he told me to meet him at seven o' clock so he could go on a nice Christmas date with some other girl and then come to me and leave me bawling.

Oh, the nerve of that little…

UGH!

2:00

Okay, so maybe I'm overreacting. But admit it, don't you think it's just the tiniest bit sad when a girl has nothing to do on Christmas except to write in her journal at about 30 minute intervals? Pondering to herself all the possible ways her life could go from having hope of being livable, to being living hell again?

Yes, indeed.

It is very sad.

You should weep for me.

2:15

Word on the street is there will be a snowball fight outside an hour. I am pretty sure Ronald Weasley will be there. Therefore, I am not really inclined to attend this childish game.

Oh, who am I kidding? It's better than moping around here, filling up this entire diary. I WANT to be able to say I did something fun for Christmas.

I'll bundle myself up real good (with the excuse that I am just very, very cold) so I can avoid being noticed by Ron. His name is like bile on my tongue.

6:00

Well.

That was time consuming. Which is a good thing, in this case. Luckily, Ron did not say a word to me. He may have noticed who I was, because only I am so inept at hurling chunks of ice at others.

But you know how men are—getting so wound up in silly little competition. Honestly, you'd think it was the bloody apocalyptic war to end all wars.

In other very important news, I fell down on my arse a fair few times.

Very numb now.

Things To Do:

1)Appear decent for meeting with Draco. (Prepare for the worst…damn it.)

11:50

I take back all that I have said about this being a disappointing day.

Because this has been the most romantic Christmas ever. Because I think I may be in love…

Draco Malfoy—not that you'd be reading this or anything—you somehow manage to make my life better with a single glance of your pure eyes (well, at least the last few days).

So I'm standing in front of the mirror, dressed in my usual school uniform because I don't have ANY pretty dresses. (If only one of my brothers would become a cross-dresser…) I go up to the Astronomy Tower, expecting to come back real soon after he tells me how ugly I truly am and point out the giant growing zit on my forehead. Urgh. Each step I took was practically filled with dread, I thought—and this was bad news indeed, because I only got poetic on two occasions: 1) When I am head-over-heels in love. Something that has not quite happened yet (but may very soon.) 2) When I am living in a black and white world with nothing but gloom. And there was a third occasion, as I would soon find out: When I got drunk, but that's beside the point.

I finally reached the bloody place, and started climbing up the stairs that lead to the roof.

Then I reached the roof.

Then I saw Draco.

Then I nearly fainted.

In the middle of the roof there was a table lavished with the most extravagant table cloth, sitting on top of it an elegant candelabra—and hot damn—food, more food, sparkling silver that nearly blinded me, wine, and crystal wine goblets! The whole of it illuminated by the glowing candles set in the middle simply completed it. Contrasting with the black night that hung thinly around us, I stared like a complete idiot.

" What the hell?"

I was never too eloquent. Luckily, Draco seemed to take that as an insult. He smirked smugly, and gently took my arm before leading me toward one of the chairs at the end, pulling it out and motioning for me to take a seat. Which I did. Because I seriously thought I would faint at how romantic this was.

" Y-You?" I sputtered incoherently. He took his own seat on the other side.

" Yea." A million questions buzzed through my head, all of them eager to get out at once. So instead, I said something else.

" It's wonderful." And I think that's the first time I ever said that, and meant it. He shrugged modestly, to my own amazement.

" It wasn't much. I had the House-Elves help me. It was all them, really. I just sat back and ordered them around a bit."

" Oh, but that's so thoughtful!" I gushed happily. " A candlelit dinner on the roof of the Astronomy Tower on Christmas! Why, you are romantic, aren't you Draco?" I half-teased, knowing very well that he would scowl or otherwise disapprove of such thoughts.

" Ew." He made a face. " Don't get too happy, Weasley—this is what I do for all the girl's that I've snogged at least twice. It's just all part of the Malfoy charm." I suddenly stared at his serious face. Every girl? So I was just a fling!! My heart drooped a bit, along with my smile, and I felt jealousy running through my veins. Maybe I would just take this bottle of wine and knock him over the head with it…

He must have seen the look on my face, because he quickly gave a grin.

" I'm only kidding! Geez, have a sense of humor!" I relaxed a little at that, but still not completely believing it.

" I do have a sense of humor, Draco." I sniffed. " It's just you who is not funny."

" Uh-huh…" He was trying hard not to burst out laughing. " So? Aren't you hungry? Eat already!" I stared down at the heaps of delicious food before me, and was reminded of how hungry I really was by a timely growl from my stomach.

" Mmm." I moaned, taking the first bite of food I could get my hands on. I was half tempted to forget silverware all together and just dive my head in the food, forgetting all etiquette. I was never one for manners, anyway. " Dis good." I mumbled through a full mouth. Draco, on the other hand, was taking small, portioned bites like I expected a rich little boy like him to do. He looked at me with half amusement, half disgust at my fervor to shove as much food as possible down my throat. And as if to spite him, I grinned at him and continued to do so, chewing loudly and relentlessly.

" Well, Weasley—quite the pig, you are, aren't you?" He said after a moment's silence with nothing but my loud gnawing. He uncorked the bottle of wine and poured himself a glass.

" Yes, I am." I glared at him threateningly. " You have something to say about it?"

" No, no. Continue to inhale your food, and don't blame me when you barf later. I suppose it isn't like you Weasleys would know any better, food being such a rarity what with your lack of money." If we had been on less-friendlier terms, I might have been very offended by this. But he was still smiling, though trying to hide it by taking a sip of his wine.

" Yo absowooty wite, Draco." I nodded, spitting out crumbs of food as I said this. Chewing quickly, I swallowed. " Very generous of you to give me such extravagant food. But really, you must be hungry too, aren't you?" I raised an eyebrow as calmly as I could.

" Yes. That's why I'm eating." He addressed me like I was a halfwit. But I smirked.

" Then stop with the bloody prim-and-proper shit. It's just you and me—you've got no one to impress. And quite frankly, it annoys me." He stared at me glumly, before waving his hands around sarcastically.

" Oh, no—please don't tell me you're annoyed!" He said in a mock high-pitched voice.

" Shut up." He merely snickered, but I noticed he ate more rapidly afterwards, not caring so much whether or not his mouth was full when he ate. Halfway through stuffing myself and watering it down with (very good) wine, I let out a little burp and sighed, staring at him. My face felt very flushed.

" You know—I reckon that all this wine isn't really good for me, Draco." I gave a small hiccup. He grinned somewhat maliciously.

" You're drunk." He stated.

" Drunk? Pssh. I'm not drunk, stupid!" I squinted my eyes and pushed my chair away from the table. " I'm full. That's what I am. But not drunk, oh no…"

" Whatever you say, Weasley. You always were a horrible liar."

" You're evil." I whined. " You're planning to get me drunk on this beeeuooooooo-tiful Christmas night, so you can have your wicked way with me!" He seemed to be highly amused by this, because I could see his eyes glittering in the dim candlelight.

" Aw, you've figured out my exact intentions, Weasley." He said. " 10 points to Gryffindor." I nodded in satisfaction.

" And mind you—if I were in a lesser mood, I wouldn't 'ave let you gotten me drunk, even it is just a teensy weensy bit."

" Thank you, then."

" You're very welcome." I sighed, and let out another sigh/hiccup. Draco got up, smiling more to himself to me, and looking very tall, he walked over to me and scooted my chair completely out, holding out his hand.

" Am I going home now?" I frowned. " I don't really feel like going home." He pulled me up, and I put my hand to his cheek, which was still cold, unlike my cheeks.

" Going home? You're not going anywhere, Weasley." He said, looking at me with dark eyes. " There's more of that—" He gestured at the empty wine bottle. "—where it came from, and it's still rather early. Do you really think I'd let you go?" I breathed out (I hadn't noticed that I had been holding my breath), and felt wonderful tingles because he was so close to me.

" I hope you don't let me go."

He just chuckled, and then he let me go while he got another bottle of wine from underneath the table.

" You're a bad boy, Draco." I commented flimsily, trying hard to stand on my own two legs. " Drinking too much…"

" I am very bad." He agreed. And I remember I was very happy, because it was so rare that he was so agreeable toward everything I said.

" So, what are we doing? Just drinking more? But what if I have to go take a piss?"

" Don't be stupid."

" Okay." I said seriously. " I'll try not to be." He was right. I was being an idiot.

He turned around once more and produced a small basket.

" Wow, you're really prepared."

" I do try."

I spread my arms flamboyantly and struck a pose, trying to smile seductively at him.

" So, tell me, Mr. Malfoy! What is it that you have planned for me this evening?" He, on the other hand, looked a little nervous. He licked his lips and approached me slowly, hand rummaging around in the basket.

" Don't think I'm some kind of romantic, like you mentioned earlier, because I'm NOT. But…this—this is something…I guess I learned from father…and well, I heard this kind of thing worked when wooing women." He seemed almost shy. Even in my slightly tipsy state, I stayed silent, and watched in anticipation.

" What, Draco?" But without answering, he took out a light blanket and walked over to an empty part of the roof, spreading the blanket out on the cold ground. I stared at him, puzzled.

He patted the ground, and I went over and sat down. He sat down beside me.

" I was just thinking, we could lay down here and just talk—talk about anything you like, really…and if you want, we can just stare at the stars or anything like that…and we can just share Christmas together." He seemed very anxious for my approval. But I—I was currently staring at him with half awe. Maybe such a thing wasn't much, but I—I, the dateless girl whose first real kiss had been Malfoy—this kind of thing sounded like an absolute fairy tale.

" I think I'm in love." I said truthfully, being more blunt and honest than I have ever been before. His slack face widened into a grin.

" Yes, well I do get that kind of reaction from women…" I laughed and slapped him playfully on the shoulder, before lying down beside him. He uncorked the bottle of wine and began to sit up to get the glasses, but I stopped him.

" No need, silly." I snatched the bottle from him and took a large swig. He sighed and lay back down, resting his head on his arms.

" You know, it isn't so cold anymore." I said thoughtfully.

" Hmm…might be because of all that wine you drank…" I giggled loudly and rolled over towards him, finding myself resting my head on his chest. He didn't seem to mind. Then we lapsed into a brief silence—but it was not uncomfortable. I sat there, gnawing at my cheek as I thought about everything and nothing. It was, to tell you the truth, very peaceful.

" Stars are very pretty things." I said suddenly. Looking at the sky, I felt a wave of unusual melancholy sweep over my body. I felt very lonely all of a sudden, even though I was next to Draco Malfoy, who I suspected I had a gigantic crush on. It was one of those instances when you longed for someone to tell all your secrets to…

Maybe this was what happened when you were drunk. Your determination to keep walls around yourself simply started to disappear. Maybe you just felt like you needed to tell someone everything, and you weren't so worried what they would think. Maybe…

" I guess so." He replied, shrugging.

" They all have a place of their own up there, you know." I was starting to ramble now, but the bigger part of me refused to care. Moreover, Draco was listening to me so intently that I didn't want to stop. I took in a huge gulp of air, grasping the blanket beneath me.

" People…people aren't really like that." My face folded into a small frown. " People aren't as pretty as stars, and people don't have a place of their own in this world. A lot of time people are lost." I knew I was spitting nonsense. And then another small voice asked if I really was. Maybe I wasn't. Because I felt my eyes suddenly blur, the vision in front of me growing unclear, and there was a thick knot in my throat.

Draco's cool fingers touched the top of my head, and he sat up to look at me. I wished he wouldn't. He was silent for a moment, as if not knowing what to say. I wondered when this evening had turned so serious.

" Are you lost?" He looked concerned. And that was so unlike himself, I didn't know what to do. I nodded, rubbing the bridge of my nose and trying to keep all these strange feelings at bay.

" I'm somewhat of a failure, you know. I live my life knowing nothing but simple contempt for every aspect of it. I've never known myself to do something right—maybe I have—but I've never felt any satisfaction towards myself. I…I feel like I don't really know my own place in this world…" I trailed off, feeling the tears burst through the barricades and rush down my cheeks.

My head was bent low now, hoping he wouldn't notice the tears. But he had. And he probably thought I was crazy, bursting into tears like this. Psycho girl, with crazy mood swings. He would probably hate me.

But his cold hands were lifting my chin up, and I was forced to look at him.

" Ugh." I tried to laugh, shaking my head. " I probably look like a mess now. Drunk and crying!" He did not laugh.

" I think you're beautiful." And because I didn't know what to say, I laughed again, though half-heartedly. I stopped, letting my voice fade off.

" Do you mean that?" He paused, looking at me strangely.

" Yes." And something about the way he said that yes, the way he said it with such simple conviction, brought a smile to my face and—

That was when he leaned in and kissed me.

It was so gentle and soft, like the wind flitting over your skin…

And I believed, at that moment, that I was in love.

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A/N: Fluff!! Drunk!Ginny is fun. Hem hem. Review.