A/N: Man, this chapter is way too short! We said it for you, so you don't have to tell us in you reviews. Even though it is short, it's meaningful. Our plot is finally coming into place. Yes! Plot! We said plot!
This chapter was updated so close to the last chapter because we are picking up the pace of our writing. We want to finish everything before June 21. Because on that day, fanfiction as we know it will end!
Disclaimer: Well, we did make up Jeremy. And Graham's personality. But we are not J. K. Rowling. Or Shakespeare. Sorry.
October 23, Third Year
I have a confession to make, Journal. One that will shock you less then it shocked me. I don't know how it happened. I don't know when it happened. And I certainly don't know why it happened. Why would the universe do this to me? It's not fair!
I bet you're wondering what I am going on about. I'll tell you. I am in love.
I don't mean, "I think I'll be in love with her, today," love, but real love. Deep love. Wonderful love. Painful love.
And I said I would never write this kind of mushy stuff in here. But I am in pain, journal. I will tell you what is wrong, even though it hurts to say it. I am in love with Genevieve Weasley.
As I said before, it's not fair. I devoted the last year to hating her only to find that I was no longer repulse by her face. Only to find that the feeling in my stomach wasn't disgust but excitement because I was seeing her again.
You are probably wondering why this is so sudden. It isn't to me. She kept my secret, you see. Ginny never told anyone about Graham and me. I started to look at her as someone I could trust.
And that's when it happened. That's when I began to feel this way. That's when my world stopped. That's when I really noticed her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile. Her oh so sweet soft smile that sends chills down my back.
It's like Romeo and Juliet. Of course that would make Ron Tybalt. I wonder if I'll have to kill him… Would Draco be Mercutio?
If you think this feeling is all angst, it's not. I also feel as if I could skip down the hallways telling everyone exactly what I felt.
But I'm not.
You see, the worst thing about this is the houses. She's Gryffindor and I'm Slytherin.
My only love, sprung from my only hate…Maybe I'm more like Juliet.
Ginny, oh Ginny. Where fore art thou, Ginny.
Only difference is, whether I'm Romeo or Juliet, the other one loved them back. And Ginny doesn't.
A/N: Guess what I'm reading in English! That's why I'm making so many of those comments. Now, don't you fret D/G shippers. We won't tell you what happens, but we will tell you that you won't be disappointed.