A/N: Thanks for the reviews again! I'm trying to work this the right way,
I'm getting there! lol
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, just the plot... which kind of seems a little like I don't own it either... not yet, anyway.
Previous: "Ginny..." Draco whispered. Ginny turned her head to look at him. Their eyes met; cold, slightly emotionless eyes staring directly into warm, loving chocolate eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you..." He leaned in slowly and kissed her lightly.
Draco finally stopped that oh-so-long kiss and looked at Ginny. She was the only thing, or person, he could see. He was the only person she was concentrating on. "Ginny, will you be my girlfriend? Will you go out with me?" he asked her. She definitely couldn't believe what she was hearing now! She tried to say 'Yes!' but the words wouldn't come out right. "No, Malfoy! Never, not in a MILLION BILLION ZILLION YEARS WILL VIRGINIA WEASLEY GO OUT WITH YOU!"
Chapter Three: Veronica Weals
Ginny was shocked by her ears. For a few seconds she thought it had come from her own mouth. Had it?
Ginny looked up to Draco's eyes, seeing if she had said it through the look on his face. As her eyes lay on his face, searching for the answer, she saw the angry expression suddenly come onto his face, he wasn't looking at her, but looking passed her. He looked down at her for a second, however, a look of later hope in his eyes. Then he looked back up again towards the person who had answered a question directed towards Ginny, not him.
"Ron Weasley," he muttered in a cold voice. Draco stood up and walked towards Ginny's older brother. "What would you and... this mudblood be doing in the library on a day like this? Spying, I suppose?"
Ginny held a confused look upon her face. Hadn't Draco just asked her out? And he thinks he's going to get the right answer by treating her brother and her best friend, AND her brother's girlfriend, like he always did. Acting immature, as always.
"OH MY GOD, MALFOY!" Ginny yelled. "DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS? WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO GET A GIRL TO GO OUT WITH YOU, YOU DON'T TURN AROUND AND CALL HER BEST FRIEND A MUDBLOOD!" Ginny's face was now red with furry, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Ron had his mouth open in amazement. He quickly shut it and put on a face to match Ginny's. "...I was going to say yes... If you hadn't acted like such a dick right then!" Ginny explained in a softer tone. "But I guess you were just a lying, selfish pig. C'mon, Ron, Hermione, let's go." She grabbed the diary and pulled on Hermione's arm.
Malfoy had a hurt look on his face. 'Why do I do this to myself?' He watched as Ginny left, angry with himself for his actions. He felt like hitting his head against the wall, but thought better of it. After all, that would make him feel worse than he already was.
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"YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YES?!" Ron roared at Ginny once they had gotten back to the Gryffindor common room. "WHY GINNY? WHY WERE YOU EVEN IN THERE WITH HIM!?" He glared at her, the angriest look possible upon his face. "No, better yet, don't answer that, I'd rather just assume my own theory. You, in there reading, him coming up and just surprisingly kissing you!"
Normally, Ginny would be yelling and screaming back at Ron, but this was something she had to think about herself. Why had she let Malfoy kiss her? Malfoy! Why was she going to say yes? "He did, Ron. It was a surprise. I had no idea he was going to do it. I'm sorry, Ron. And if you're going to continue yelling at me, I think I should just go." She looked at him, the anger just slowly fading, but it wouldn't be gone for awhile. She decided to let Hermione try to cool him down. No doubt he'd be telling Fred and George about this, and then she'd be done for!
As Ginny walked up the spiral staircase, the diary of Veronica Weals still in her hands, she closed her eyes and wished a miracle to happen. She wanted the Malfoys and the Weasleys to be nice to each other. That would never happen, of course, as long as Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater and Arthur Weasley was part of the Order; Malfoy being rich and Weasley being poor; Malfoy hating anything to do with muggles except torturing them and Weasley loving every ounce of knowledge he could gain about the muggle world. Ginny needed some major advice.
Once in the 6th year girls' dormitory, Ginny was thankful Maria wasn't in there. She didn't feel like explaining all that had just happened. She fell backwards onto her four-poster bed, breathing in the fresh aroma of her new sheets the house elves had brought in. She lay there for a few minutes, thinking about what to do. Then she opened the diary back up and continued to read.
'December 3, Dear Diary, It's my third year here, everything is going great! I love my Divination class; it's one of my best subjects. The professor thinks I have a natural gift. I don't buy it entirely, but I'm pretty good at it, I'd say. She had me stay after today to tell me some important news. I guess it's silly for me to be saying this, but I guess it's what I'm supposed to. She told me that in many years from now there would be a girl who needed advice. She had seen this, and that she would be reading my diary. I really don't think this is going to happen, but, just in case, I thought I'd better do it anyways. I asked what kind of advice she would need, and the professor replied to me by saying all kinds. So then I further questioned, I could give any advice to this kid, and it might not help. Right now the only advice I have to give to you, whoever you are, is that you're wasting your time admiring him. That kind of famous guy. I have learned tonight I'm a lot like this person. I don't know their name just that they are with my initials. I've got a strawberry hair color, and according to the professor this girl has red hair. Call it just a coincidence if all this is right, but I've gotten some shivers running up my spine since I heard the news today.'
Ginny had her mouth open. 'Wow. Is she talking about Harry? But I've stopped liking him!' Ginny shook her head. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought to herself. She heard the door open. "Hey, Maria," Ginny said, without looking up.
"How'd you know it was me?" Maria did a hand-stand in the middle of the room. Staying up for a few seconds, wobbling in a circle, she then stood upright after her walk-over.
"How could I not know it was you? You're feet can be heard a mile away!" Ginny smiled at Maria, pretending she had not just insulted her.
"Whatever! Hey, Gin, where are you going for Christmas?"
"Umm, well, Ron and me are gonna stay here. Mum and Dad are going somewhere for the Order, so we can't go with them." Ginny sighed heavily, and then looked to her friend. "Where are you going?"
"Well, it all depends. I was thinking of staying here, but my father was going to take a trip to the Philippines to visit my grandparents. I'm still deciding if I want to go or not."
"You should stay here, maybe we could all have a little fun!" Ginny turned to a random page somewhere in the middle of the diary, hoping it had some helpful information. She saw Maria shrug and walk towards the door.
"I'll have to think about it, whether I want to spend my holidays with my best friend and her brother, along with her ex-crush and current crush!" She winked at Ginny and left the room, leaving a confused look on Gin's face.
'December 14, Dear Diary, Normally, you would think that winter is white, right? Especially so far north. Today, I've discovered that winter isn't really white, it's kind of blue, with a touch of purple. It's funny, really. I was just staring to the left of me as I lay in the snow and it came to me. Winter isn't white. It's in shades of white, but not white. Anyways, I think I'd better write something important everyday I do write, huh? It might make a little sense, wouldn't it? Well, I'm guessing that it might be helpful to that girl if I gave her some advice! I don't know, it makes me feel like I'm crazy or something, like I've lost all sanity in me! I tried telling that to Margaret, she said writing in a diary at all is pleading pure insanity. There's something wrong with her, I'm sorry to have say that. After all, she is my best friend. Oh well! I'd be insane and helpful than be sane and helpless. Not like it makes much of a difference. Henry is never going to really notice me so it's useless to... AH! I'm going insane, here. Come down, Veronica. You're okay. Henry was something that was useless, something you didn't need to even need to pay attention to. If it wasn't for Roger being HIS best friend, you wouldn't even have noticed he existed! Oh, that's such a lie! He's only the most known person in school, next to Daniel. Oh, does that not bring back such pleasant memories. I don't think I ever wrote about this. Daniel and I were an item once. I loved him, and he claimed to love me. I know I am one of the favorite students to Salazar, or I should say Professor Slytherin, but I am in the house of Gryffindor. Daniel and I are a lot alike, though we have many differences, and he hurt me very badly last year, fifth year, here at Hogwarts. I thought I could never heal from it. If it were up to me, I would make sure that the next person who came across a man like Daniel, someone like me who came across a man like Daniel, didn't get hurt as I did. But I'm just a girl, one little girl, who couldn't change this. My line of the day is: When love beckons you, true love, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.'
"Wow," Ginny muttered. "That's kind of inspirational." She gave a small laugh as she laid the diary under her pillow. As she opened the door to go back down to the common room, something brushed against her leg. She picked Crookshanks up and glanced out the window. There were plenty of students out, talking about things new happening around the school. Ginny wasn't one of those students, although she had been about two years ago. "C'mon, Crookshanks, let's see if we can go find 'Mione."
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Veronica sat in the Gryffindor common room by the fire, waiting for the owl from her parents to arrive. She wanted to know where she was to go during the Christmas holidays. As she heard a tapping on the window, the portrait hole opened, admitting a professor in. Veronica set her diary on the seat next to her and looked up to her professor.
"Good evening, Miss Weals," the lady said, nodding her head towards the student. "I trust you've finished all of your homework for the night?"
"Yes, Professor Buchanan, I have." Veronica put on a polite smile as she walked towards the window. "Why do you ask?" She slowly untied the letter from the white owl. It belonged to her parents, soon to be passed on to her. The most trustworthy yet eldest animal in the family. It's name was Zizaki, one of the names that Melinda Weals always adored for an animal.
"One of the students have been hurt, and we believe that you are the closest person in this school to him, whether it is past or present," Professor Buchanan explained.
"Which student?" Veronica asked, her eyes wide with fear. She was holding her breath, though she didn't know.
"Daniel Marlin." Veronica gasped as his name was said.
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A/N: Ok, that's the end of chapter three, it's short, I know, as all my chapters seem to be, sadly, sadly. I really don't like this chapter, I don't know. It doesn't seem like me. (Right now I have the "Oh my God, I made such a stupid chapter!" thought in my head, ya know! -lol-) I hope you guys like it, though! (I feel like hitting my head against the wall a thousand times and saying, "YOU ARE SO STUPID!" It sounds like fun, but it also seems painful. Maybe I have writer's block, and I'm just thinking of the stupidest things? Eh, I don't know, you tell me!) Ok, well! Review, please! Please! I'd love to hear just how stupid you guys think this is! -lol- Ok, thanks! Bunches of love! XOXO! rEnAe17
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, just the plot... which kind of seems a little like I don't own it either... not yet, anyway.
Previous: "Ginny..." Draco whispered. Ginny turned her head to look at him. Their eyes met; cold, slightly emotionless eyes staring directly into warm, loving chocolate eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you..." He leaned in slowly and kissed her lightly.
Draco finally stopped that oh-so-long kiss and looked at Ginny. She was the only thing, or person, he could see. He was the only person she was concentrating on. "Ginny, will you be my girlfriend? Will you go out with me?" he asked her. She definitely couldn't believe what she was hearing now! She tried to say 'Yes!' but the words wouldn't come out right. "No, Malfoy! Never, not in a MILLION BILLION ZILLION YEARS WILL VIRGINIA WEASLEY GO OUT WITH YOU!"
Chapter Three: Veronica Weals
Ginny was shocked by her ears. For a few seconds she thought it had come from her own mouth. Had it?
Ginny looked up to Draco's eyes, seeing if she had said it through the look on his face. As her eyes lay on his face, searching for the answer, she saw the angry expression suddenly come onto his face, he wasn't looking at her, but looking passed her. He looked down at her for a second, however, a look of later hope in his eyes. Then he looked back up again towards the person who had answered a question directed towards Ginny, not him.
"Ron Weasley," he muttered in a cold voice. Draco stood up and walked towards Ginny's older brother. "What would you and... this mudblood be doing in the library on a day like this? Spying, I suppose?"
Ginny held a confused look upon her face. Hadn't Draco just asked her out? And he thinks he's going to get the right answer by treating her brother and her best friend, AND her brother's girlfriend, like he always did. Acting immature, as always.
"OH MY GOD, MALFOY!" Ginny yelled. "DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS? WHEN YOU'RE TRYING TO GET A GIRL TO GO OUT WITH YOU, YOU DON'T TURN AROUND AND CALL HER BEST FRIEND A MUDBLOOD!" Ginny's face was now red with furry, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Ron had his mouth open in amazement. He quickly shut it and put on a face to match Ginny's. "...I was going to say yes... If you hadn't acted like such a dick right then!" Ginny explained in a softer tone. "But I guess you were just a lying, selfish pig. C'mon, Ron, Hermione, let's go." She grabbed the diary and pulled on Hermione's arm.
Malfoy had a hurt look on his face. 'Why do I do this to myself?' He watched as Ginny left, angry with himself for his actions. He felt like hitting his head against the wall, but thought better of it. After all, that would make him feel worse than he already was.
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"YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YES?!" Ron roared at Ginny once they had gotten back to the Gryffindor common room. "WHY GINNY? WHY WERE YOU EVEN IN THERE WITH HIM!?" He glared at her, the angriest look possible upon his face. "No, better yet, don't answer that, I'd rather just assume my own theory. You, in there reading, him coming up and just surprisingly kissing you!"
Normally, Ginny would be yelling and screaming back at Ron, but this was something she had to think about herself. Why had she let Malfoy kiss her? Malfoy! Why was she going to say yes? "He did, Ron. It was a surprise. I had no idea he was going to do it. I'm sorry, Ron. And if you're going to continue yelling at me, I think I should just go." She looked at him, the anger just slowly fading, but it wouldn't be gone for awhile. She decided to let Hermione try to cool him down. No doubt he'd be telling Fred and George about this, and then she'd be done for!
As Ginny walked up the spiral staircase, the diary of Veronica Weals still in her hands, she closed her eyes and wished a miracle to happen. She wanted the Malfoys and the Weasleys to be nice to each other. That would never happen, of course, as long as Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater and Arthur Weasley was part of the Order; Malfoy being rich and Weasley being poor; Malfoy hating anything to do with muggles except torturing them and Weasley loving every ounce of knowledge he could gain about the muggle world. Ginny needed some major advice.
Once in the 6th year girls' dormitory, Ginny was thankful Maria wasn't in there. She didn't feel like explaining all that had just happened. She fell backwards onto her four-poster bed, breathing in the fresh aroma of her new sheets the house elves had brought in. She lay there for a few minutes, thinking about what to do. Then she opened the diary back up and continued to read.
'December 3, Dear Diary, It's my third year here, everything is going great! I love my Divination class; it's one of my best subjects. The professor thinks I have a natural gift. I don't buy it entirely, but I'm pretty good at it, I'd say. She had me stay after today to tell me some important news. I guess it's silly for me to be saying this, but I guess it's what I'm supposed to. She told me that in many years from now there would be a girl who needed advice. She had seen this, and that she would be reading my diary. I really don't think this is going to happen, but, just in case, I thought I'd better do it anyways. I asked what kind of advice she would need, and the professor replied to me by saying all kinds. So then I further questioned, I could give any advice to this kid, and it might not help. Right now the only advice I have to give to you, whoever you are, is that you're wasting your time admiring him. That kind of famous guy. I have learned tonight I'm a lot like this person. I don't know their name just that they are with my initials. I've got a strawberry hair color, and according to the professor this girl has red hair. Call it just a coincidence if all this is right, but I've gotten some shivers running up my spine since I heard the news today.'
Ginny had her mouth open. 'Wow. Is she talking about Harry? But I've stopped liking him!' Ginny shook her head. 'It's just a coincidence,' she thought to herself. She heard the door open. "Hey, Maria," Ginny said, without looking up.
"How'd you know it was me?" Maria did a hand-stand in the middle of the room. Staying up for a few seconds, wobbling in a circle, she then stood upright after her walk-over.
"How could I not know it was you? You're feet can be heard a mile away!" Ginny smiled at Maria, pretending she had not just insulted her.
"Whatever! Hey, Gin, where are you going for Christmas?"
"Umm, well, Ron and me are gonna stay here. Mum and Dad are going somewhere for the Order, so we can't go with them." Ginny sighed heavily, and then looked to her friend. "Where are you going?"
"Well, it all depends. I was thinking of staying here, but my father was going to take a trip to the Philippines to visit my grandparents. I'm still deciding if I want to go or not."
"You should stay here, maybe we could all have a little fun!" Ginny turned to a random page somewhere in the middle of the diary, hoping it had some helpful information. She saw Maria shrug and walk towards the door.
"I'll have to think about it, whether I want to spend my holidays with my best friend and her brother, along with her ex-crush and current crush!" She winked at Ginny and left the room, leaving a confused look on Gin's face.
'December 14, Dear Diary, Normally, you would think that winter is white, right? Especially so far north. Today, I've discovered that winter isn't really white, it's kind of blue, with a touch of purple. It's funny, really. I was just staring to the left of me as I lay in the snow and it came to me. Winter isn't white. It's in shades of white, but not white. Anyways, I think I'd better write something important everyday I do write, huh? It might make a little sense, wouldn't it? Well, I'm guessing that it might be helpful to that girl if I gave her some advice! I don't know, it makes me feel like I'm crazy or something, like I've lost all sanity in me! I tried telling that to Margaret, she said writing in a diary at all is pleading pure insanity. There's something wrong with her, I'm sorry to have say that. After all, she is my best friend. Oh well! I'd be insane and helpful than be sane and helpless. Not like it makes much of a difference. Henry is never going to really notice me so it's useless to... AH! I'm going insane, here. Come down, Veronica. You're okay. Henry was something that was useless, something you didn't need to even need to pay attention to. If it wasn't for Roger being HIS best friend, you wouldn't even have noticed he existed! Oh, that's such a lie! He's only the most known person in school, next to Daniel. Oh, does that not bring back such pleasant memories. I don't think I ever wrote about this. Daniel and I were an item once. I loved him, and he claimed to love me. I know I am one of the favorite students to Salazar, or I should say Professor Slytherin, but I am in the house of Gryffindor. Daniel and I are a lot alike, though we have many differences, and he hurt me very badly last year, fifth year, here at Hogwarts. I thought I could never heal from it. If it were up to me, I would make sure that the next person who came across a man like Daniel, someone like me who came across a man like Daniel, didn't get hurt as I did. But I'm just a girl, one little girl, who couldn't change this. My line of the day is: When love beckons you, true love, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.'
"Wow," Ginny muttered. "That's kind of inspirational." She gave a small laugh as she laid the diary under her pillow. As she opened the door to go back down to the common room, something brushed against her leg. She picked Crookshanks up and glanced out the window. There were plenty of students out, talking about things new happening around the school. Ginny wasn't one of those students, although she had been about two years ago. "C'mon, Crookshanks, let's see if we can go find 'Mione."
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Veronica sat in the Gryffindor common room by the fire, waiting for the owl from her parents to arrive. She wanted to know where she was to go during the Christmas holidays. As she heard a tapping on the window, the portrait hole opened, admitting a professor in. Veronica set her diary on the seat next to her and looked up to her professor.
"Good evening, Miss Weals," the lady said, nodding her head towards the student. "I trust you've finished all of your homework for the night?"
"Yes, Professor Buchanan, I have." Veronica put on a polite smile as she walked towards the window. "Why do you ask?" She slowly untied the letter from the white owl. It belonged to her parents, soon to be passed on to her. The most trustworthy yet eldest animal in the family. It's name was Zizaki, one of the names that Melinda Weals always adored for an animal.
"One of the students have been hurt, and we believe that you are the closest person in this school to him, whether it is past or present," Professor Buchanan explained.
"Which student?" Veronica asked, her eyes wide with fear. She was holding her breath, though she didn't know.
"Daniel Marlin." Veronica gasped as his name was said.
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A/N: Ok, that's the end of chapter three, it's short, I know, as all my chapters seem to be, sadly, sadly. I really don't like this chapter, I don't know. It doesn't seem like me. (Right now I have the "Oh my God, I made such a stupid chapter!" thought in my head, ya know! -lol-) I hope you guys like it, though! (I feel like hitting my head against the wall a thousand times and saying, "YOU ARE SO STUPID!" It sounds like fun, but it also seems painful. Maybe I have writer's block, and I'm just thinking of the stupidest things? Eh, I don't know, you tell me!) Ok, well! Review, please! Please! I'd love to hear just how stupid you guys think this is! -lol- Ok, thanks! Bunches of love! XOXO! rEnAe17