August 31st, 1995.
The hall closet, but I don't know why.
I HATE HARRY BLOODY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!
He has to be the more INFURIATING person in the wizarding world (possibly the Muggle world as well)!!!!
He's completely clueless about how to be a proper boyfriend.
HE TOLD ME I LOOKED FAT IN MY NEW SCHOOL ROBES! THAT UNBELIEVEABLE PRAT!!!!!
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Okay, he didn't exactly say I looked fat.
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Not in those words, anyway.
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He said I looked fine but I KNOW WHAT HE WAS REALLY THINKING!
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Of course, when I consulted Hermione in sheer desperation/stupidity, she informed me that I was being too cynical and that I looked fine. Oh, WHAT does she know anyway?!?
Her brain has been mush ever since she and Ron got together 4 days ago. Those two are on each other constantly.
Not on ON each other. I don't think. I hope not.
Scary images, right there…
Moving on, I still hate Harry. And I am NOT cynical, future sister-in-law!
I swear I caught him staring and Hermione's bum yesterday. AND he's moodier than me at my worst time of the month! (Which happens to be right now, in case you didn't get that.)
I don't know how much longer I can put up with him.
GRRR!!!!
Later
I love my boyfriend. I do, I really REALLY do. Well, not all the time. You know, being Harry Potter's girlfriend isn't everything I imagined and more. It's a lot of hard work. He can be a right pill.
But, we tried that communication thing and it cleared up a few issues.
I.e.: He thinks I look perfectly lovely no matter what I happen to be wearing. He says he is also sorry for being moody, but with Voldemort back, he's under a lot of pressure and is having trouble dealing with it all. He would rather die than hurt me purposely. He just needs to have some priorities, and he hopes I don't feel bad.
Well, that's what I picked up from it, anyway. All he really said was "Sorry." I'm just intuitive.
And, finally, he was only staring at Hermione's ass because she had just gotten back from a snog session with Ron (multiple gag) and her skirt was sort of ridden up and tucked into her knickers a bit. The little slag.
This is the last day of summer. Tomorrow, it'll be the normal mass chaos in the morning at the Burrow to get to King's Cross on time. I'm excited to go back to Hogwarts, but I can't help being a little nervous. What will it be like being the official girlfriend of Harry Potter?
Will our newly blossomed relationship last through the struggles of the evil reporters and our equally evil classmates?
Will true love prevail?
Or will raging teenage hormones take over, causing us to break up within a few days after Harry realizes that he is only 15 years old and has a phobia of commitment and would much rather casually snog half the female population at Hogwarts in future years, thus carrying on his father's prestigious reputation, meaning that he never really loved me in the first place? Only time will tell.
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Oh no... I'm not cynical at all.
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THE END
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A.N.—It's really over! Everyone—I had SO much fun writing this fic, and I fully appreciated all your reviews, and the people who stuck with me from Chapter 1. (This chapter was especially amusing because I got to be all Over-Reactive-Girlfriend-Who's-Really-Just-Crampy. Lol).
There WILL be a sequel. I decided that after I got all the support. Well, I sort of decided BEFORE I got any suppport. I have the basic plotline all in my brain right now, so you can expect that first chapter early next week. I'm happy to be having one because I know if I don't, I'll miss writing Ginny's diary. Her life is WAY more fun than mine!
Again, thank you so much. Love you guys!
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