Still July 28th, 1995.

Still hiding in the closet

20 minutes later

I am utterly mortified. And slightly turned on………NO! Bad Ginny! It's not as if I tried to see him in that state of total nakedness………it was an accident, I swear! A rather fortunate acci—AUGH! I can't believe I was just about to write that. I just forgot to knock on the bathroom door that was closed, and there he was—STARKERS—about to take a shower. I looked down………by some unknown feminine instinct………and would you lookie there, it was Harry Junior. Harry Senior was blushing all over {literally} and I sort of "eep"ed (A.N.—lmfao Michelle) and ran to this closet. Ok, time to be brave and go face him. Must………stop………blushing………

Later

Ok, so I chickened out. I ran to my room and locked the door. There I sat for a few minutes before HE showed up. He alohamora-ed his way into my private domain and sat down next to me. Oh, the tension! So much tension:

Me: I'm REALLY sorry, Harry, I'm so embarrassed it was an accident I swear!

Harry: {insert nervous chuckle here}It's ok, Ginny.

Me: I mean, it wasn't bad, per say, it was actually quite nice and big—Oh Merlin, did I just say that?

Harry: {didn't know a person could turn that particular color of red} Uh………yeah.

Me: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, augh I'm such an idiot. This is so weird.

Harry: I know. Well I have to go.

--end—

I HATE MY LIFE!

July 29th, 1995.

In the garden

Hermione arrived today.

It's nice having another girl around.

George took the initiative to tell her about, what I like to refer to as the Horrifying Little Harry Incident (HLHI)

Hermione started bloody laughing. Then she told me, and I quote, "Well, since you got to see Harry's pee-pee, I think you should show him your boobies!"

Mad one, that girl.

Informed me after that it's a joke from a Muggle TV show.

She's still insane if you ask me.

July 31st, 1995.

Garden again.

Couldn't write yesterday because the stupid identical twits stole this diary. I put a charm on it to make all the writing appear as History of Magic notes, so all is well. They were grumpy because they didn't get to read any of my juicy secrets. Luckily, I'm smarter than them. But that task isn't too hard to accomplish.

Today is Harry's birthday. I forgot to get him a present.

Did that sound a bit naughty and suggestive, or is it just me?

Oh bloody hell, I'm asking a piece of parchment questions.

Charlie owled and suggested I give him a lapdance.

Puke.

It's not wonder I'm so corrupted. That has been my only idea thus far for a present.

I don't really NEED to give him a present. He's not my friend. He's just………you know……..and random addition to the Burrow that I happen to have seen naked.

Later

Cookies. I baked him COOKIES! I am such a loser. At least he seemed to like it. I couldn't really afford anything else due to our family being not financially well off. And they always say, "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach." We'll see if that works. Draco Malfoy the ferret once told me that since I'm no good at anything else, I would have to become a prostitute when I grew up so I could pay for food. It's a shame my fist slipped so suddenly. His nose hasn't been the same since. ;-)