August 10th, 1995
Hermione has decided to go into big sister mode. She said she wanted to 'speak with me' after lunch. What have I done to deserve this?
A small part of my mind is screaming, "HMM, Gin, I WONDER?!" In this wonderfully sarcastic voice that sounds oddly like Bill.
The thing is, I don't know what that part is sodding talking about.
Oh hell. My brain is…smarter…than me. I'm officially nutters, ladies and gents.
Oh, right. I must go now to converse with dearest Hermy-oh-ninny now.
Later
Well, that was amusing. Albeit pathetic.
Hermione: {very prim and business-like tone} Ginny, as the only other girl in this house {So what's Mum now?? The live-in chimpanzee??} I feel it is my duty to talk to you about your recent behavior. Or, rather, reprimand you.
You know, if the Hermione/Ron plan doesn't work out, I think she could find true love in Knickers-In-A-Twist Percy. Honestly! They're both serious geniuses (geniusi?) and you can't figure out what they're talking about half the time.
Me: Recent…behaviors.
Hermione: Oh, REALLY! The licking, the short skirts, the personality change!
Me: Oh. That.
Hermione: Look, Ginny, I've known Harry for a long time. I just know what type of guy he is. And I also know that you still fancy him quite a bit. It's obvious. I think you two could make a good couple—{She thinks we could be a good couple?!? One of Harry's BEST friends thinks that! WOO-HOO!}—but you're going about this the wrong way.
Me: How should I be going about it?
Hermione: Nothing.
Me: Um…
Hermione: Be yourself, Gin. Trust me.
Then she left. Hm….be yourself….
THAT'S supposed to get him to like me?!?
Now why haven't I thought of that?
Hermione's pretty good at this advice thing.
But will it work?