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January 23, Sixth Year

I decided to do something a bit out of character today.  I have decided to go right into the story instead of telling you all how I feel at the end of it.  Partly because I feel daring, and partly because I'm not sure how I feel yet.

I was walking into the Charms classroom.  It was empty, seeing as how it was two in the afternoon on Saturday.  I put my books on a desk.  I happened to pick a desk that was just happened to be by a closet door, but I didn't think that there could be anything wrong with this.  Anyways, I was about to begin studying (Library's are overrated), when a hand reached out of  the closet and pulled me inside.

"Hey!" I shouted, as it was dark and I couldn't see anything.

"Shh..." hissed a girls voice.  Me, being a simpleton, assumed it was Ginny.  I mean, which other girl would pull me into a closet?

"What is this about, Ginny?  Is Draco in here?  No one told me that this was going to happen today?" I ranted.

I heard the girl mutter, "Lumos," and it was suddenly not so dark.  This means I could see the girls face.

"Stella?"  I quickly racked my brain about for an excuse for what I just said.  "Let me explain that," I started buying more time.  "My friend Jenny, Hupplepuff, lovely girl, and Draco and I love to sit in closets and pull random people inside to see how they react.  You see, we usually plan these-"  I thought I was doing rather well, but she interrupted me.

"Please.  I have figured out the whole Weasley, Draco, you thing, okay?"

"You have not!" I yelled.  "I mean, what thing?"

"Stop being an idiot, Pritchard," she growled.  "Weasley and Draco are dating.  You are pretending because Weasley's brother likes you better or some stupid thing.  This has been going on for two years, right?  Oh, and you're in love with Ginny."

Okay, I'm sure you can imagine my reaction, but just in case you can't, my jaw had dropped to the ground.  "How do you know all of this?" I screeched (not very manly, I know).  "I mean...er... Why do you think this?"

"Please.  No one has ever seen you do anything on your dates.  You asked her out in public.  After you 'broke up,' you got back together in public.  And Draco always seems to be missing when you two are on a date.  Do you really need me to continue?"

"Yes."  I had decided to keep my manly pride.  "I want to know how you knew about me," I said bluntly.

"Oh, that.  It's written all over your face, Pritchard."

"And you don't care?"  I suddenly remembered that Stella liked me.  She should probably be upset.

"Yes.  It defiantly helps my plan."

"What?  You mean... You don't...er...like me?" I finished lamely.  That question was going to end up sounding lame anyways.

"No!" she looked taken aback from this question.  "No!  I like Draco, Pritchard.  Where have you been?"

Yeah, that would have been disappointment.  I am so not likeable.  But this is not the point.  "What?"

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes at me.

"That's why you were stuttering in the train!" I realized.

"Thanks for bringing that up again," she muttered, her cheeks flushing from the memory of the incident.  I was shocked, journal.  I had never seen her show any emotion before.  Except scariness, that is.

"So, what about a plan?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"My plan," she corrected," is to destroy the relationship between Draco and Weasley."

For a second there I thought she was going to announce that her plan was to destroy the world.  "Oh.  And how are you going to do that?"

"First, I want you to swear that you'll help me.  I doubt I can do this without anyone on the inside.  And you'll definitely get something out of this won't you?"

I was thinking about this when the door swung open.  More light burst into the room, and Harry Potter stood glaring down at me.

"You."  He narrowed his eyes and looked quite menacing.  "You hurt Ginny."

"Ha!" Stella laughed.  "I mean... How?" she finished.  Sometimes I quite want to hit her.  But that's not really allowed in today's society.

"How do you think?  Look at this!  You're in a closet with another girl!" he yelled.

I looked at Stella, not sure what he was thinking.  "This...isn't what it looks like," I finished lamely.

"Oh really."

"Yes.  Really," I muttered.

"Don't bother with an excuse Pritchard.  I've got it all figured out."  He left, still glaring.

So, I left after that, claiming that I wanted time to think about the decision.  I'm not sure what I'm going to do.  And I still feel a bit put out that Stella doesn't like me.  Don't know why.  I like Ginny.  Ginny.

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Next chapter has another look into someone else's diary.  Can you guess whose?