A/N: Dear Readers,
I, tR00 kangar00, am very sorry for the delaying of this chapter. I was held up by this horrid thing called HIGH SCHOOL. Unfortunately, I go to a very competitive school, and I, being a very competitive person, feel obligated to beat the pants off of everyone else at that school. Doing this leaves little time for writing stories.
I am also sorry because the last chapter was completely stupid. It was the shortest, and my least favorite of them all. And, I am really surprised that this didn't come up, but. . .
Ginny is one bad chica.
It's sad how she's doing this. I am truly disappointed in her. What she is doing is morally wrong. Say no to secret romances with engaged men, people!
P.S. Do you think I should write a sequel? I have some ideas. . .
P.P.S. Thanks again to betty! Your praise means a lot! I'm surprised people still said nice things, despite the suckiness of the last chapter.
Disclaimer: Pwah, why bother?
~ Tues., Oct. 28 ~
Ooh, I haven't written in here for a long time. Seems sort of silly to write in a diary now. I don't have much to say. Except my life is soooooooo perfect! I have a perfect job and a perfect home and perfect friends and family and a perfect boyfriend. I feel like a perfect person!
Except for that whole "secret affair" thing. But really, it's not that bad. I mean, Michael is breaking up with Padma anyway, he says the whole wedding is off. So eventually, he will be single, and our relationship is just starting earlier than it would have been.
Although it has been a month now. Has the wedding been called off yet? I should ask him. . .Oh well, it's no big deal. He probably just wants to break it to her gently. Mmm. . .yes, he's always been really considerate of other people's feelings. I mean, he seems to understand me so well! It's always so nice to have someone to share nice, long conversations with.
Well, they aren't always long. But it's really quality over quantity. And at least I always have fun whenever he comes over. I mean, that's what a relationship is all about, right? Enjoying yourself. . .yes. . .
Ooh! This Friday's Halloween! I'm supposed to be going to Mum's house for dinner. . .Good thing I remembered. She was so upset when I didn't come to the last family function, whatever the occasion was. Well I was going through an emotional crisis, you'd think she would understand, being my mother and all. I don't know whether she thinks I'm as emotionally stable as a rock or something, but really! Bad things happen to me! Sometimes I have trouble getting up in the morning!
Wait, no. . .Gaah, lets go back to being perfect again.
~ Fri., Oct. 31 ~
Hmm. . .Well, I just came back from dinner and I'm so glad I went! I learned a lot of interesting things. . .I had only been at the Mum's and Dad's house for ten minutes when Ron and Hermione started having a row.
Haha, I shouldn't be laughing at them, but it was just so funny. It all started when Ron walked into the kitchen, where Hermione, Bill's special friend Fleur, and I were "cooking". Because they were actually teaching me those silly domestic spells that I never really cared to learn. I mean, who needs to learn how to peel potatoes with your wand or something? That's what take-out is for.
"It's really easy, Ginny, just remember, if the velocity of the swishing movement is faster than the blah blah blah then blah blah blah and your potatoes will turn out to be round and not oval," Hermione was saying. Or, something along the lines of. I'm not sure whether it had to do with velocity or roundness, but I'm quite positive it had some relevance to potatoes.
"Oh, Fleur." Mum's head poked inside from the backyard. "I think Bill was calling you. Do you want to see what he wants?" It was when Fleur was following her out into the yard that Ron was very noticeably. . .err, well, checking her out, I suppose.
"Ahem." Hermione cleared her throat loudly, and Ron spun around. Anticipating a fight, I tried to slide my chair back as inconspicuously as possible, as Ron said,
"What?"
I mean, DUH. Sometimes I cannot believe my older brother, and his complete lack of knowledge towards the laws of romance, i.e., not staring at one's brother's Special Friend if one's wife is sitting right next to him. Whether the Special Friend be part Veela or not.
"Do you think she's pretty?" Hermione said stiffly.
"What?"
"Do you think she's pretty?" she said again, putting more emphasis on the whole sentence.
"Who, Fleur?" said Ron, unsure of what to say. "Um, sure, she's alright, I guess, I -"
Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly scooted my chair till I was up against the wall.
"You have the-the-audacity-to drool over her right in front of me?" she said furiously, standing up and knocking her chair askew.
"Wha-no, I wasn't drooling, Hermione I just said -"
"Argh, I don't want to hear it! You are so infuriating, Ron! Why don't you just marry HER and get HER pregnant and - argh!" And then with that, Hermione the Raging Capsule of Estrogen stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a very frustrated and bewildered husband in my care.
And of course, I took this as my cue to enlighten my dear brother.
"My god. . ." Ron was saying, his face buried in his hands. "She just keeps getting so upset at me for no particular reason. . ."
I shook my head. "Obviously, Ron, Hermione is going through a very difficult time. You two wanted to have another baby, and maybe your job's done, but she's still got to be pregnant, which is not the most pleasant thing in the world and-"
"My job is not done," Ron said, exasperated. "I still have to listen to her complain and get her all those random things she needs and--"
"Yes, yes, exactly what a good husband should do," I said, patting his head vaguely. "But, really, don't you see what Hermione's going through?" Of course he doesn't, I thought to myself, and so I continued on. "She probably feels really self-conscious right now. Here she is, in the midst of her pregnancy, and you start talking about how pretty you think Fleur is or whatever, in front of her rounding belly and all! That was really stupid of you, Ron."
"Yeah, but she knows I - you know, love her," said Ron, looking around the room as if afraid someone might overhear. Honestly, men are so uptight about saying the L-word.
"Of course she does. She wasn't really serious about you marrying someone else or whatever she said, and I'm sure she doesn't mean to get all worked up over silly things. She's just a bit insecure right now. Plus, her hormones don't help too much either," I added thoughtfully.
"So do you think I should go apologize, then?"
"Oh, no, Ron. You should just sit here and ponder over what Mum's making for dinner," I said sarcastically.
Ron blinked, then flashed a grin. "Yeah, I think I'm going to go apologize. Thanks, Ginny," he said, ruffling my hair as he passed me to leave the room.
I sat there, shaking my head at the extreme ignorance my brother possessed until. . .
"Wow," said a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Harry peeking in from the backyard.
"I almost came into the kitchen, but when they started to argue, I thought it might be better out here." Harry looked around, his hands in his pockets. "But I think your way of dealing with them was much better."
I blushed, but didn't have anything to say to that.
"You know, you're really good with this advice stuff," he said, taking a seat at the table. "You should start an advice column or something, since you work for a magazine and all."
"An advice column?"
"Yeah, so you could help clueless men figure out what to do in hopeless love situations."
I laughed. "Or just people in general? I'm sure women have relationship trouble, just as much as men do."
"That'd work too, I suppose."
Hmm. Well we talked about it for awhile and I think it's a really good idea, starting a love advice column. Setting people up never used to be fun, but now that I've got wonderful Michael, it's only fair to help other people find their true loves too. And anything's better than writing about some boring Quidditch star I don't care for. I should ask Alicia about it. . .
Which reminds me, this was not the only romantic crisis I happened to run into.
I was walking around upstairs, to see if I could find Hermione. When I passed the twins' old room, I heard Fred and George talking.
"I mean, what am I supposed to do?" George was saying. "How am I supposed to go to her wedding and just sit there, listening to her say 'I do' to some stupid guy that I don't even like?"
"Yes, that is a tough one," said Fred thoughtfully. "Tried telling her this?"
"Of course not, what would I say? Yeah, I don't like your fiancé. In fact, I think he's a slimy, manipulative and controlling git and you deserve so much better. Like how about me?" George sighed. "God, I can't believe Alicia's marrying that guy. I mean I always expected her to dump him. I always thought she'd just be there, single- "
"What?!" I just had to interrupt. "Alicia's getting married?"
"How long have you been listening?" George whirled around, seeing me standing in the doorway.
"Alicia didn't tell me she was engaged!" I said, still marveling over the fact that such a scary person could have a husband-to-be. "And she's my boss!"
"Ooh, she told me. Maybe it's because I don't piss her off as much as you do," George snapped. I could tell he was really mad then, he doesn't usually get upset with me. Or anybody, really.
"I thought you would've been happy for her, George," I said. "I mean, aren't you supposed to be her friend? So what if you don't like the guy, maybe he makes her happy?'
"Ginny, you should go," said Fred quietly. "There's just stuff you don't really know about. . ."
"Fine!" I said huffily, storming out. Hmph, they always exclude me because I'm their baby sister. It's not like I wouldn't understand, or something. I mean, Harry said I give good advice! That's got to mean something. . .
~ 11: 42 pm ~
Oh! It just came to me! George is in love with Alicia!
Hmm. It all makes sense now. I don't blame him for being upset. I'd be pretty depressed if Michael was engaged to some other woman and. . .oh wait. . .I should really ask him about that. Yes of course, first thing tomorrow. Or this week. Or some time. I'm really quite busy. . .
Yes, Ginny, I am too. Wow this chapter sucked, sorry it's so short. And you know, I'm not even close to finishing this. I think this is gonna be, like, 20 chapters or something. That is way too long. I mean, who'd want to read all of that? I wouldn't. And I was planning to start something else, too, a George/Alicia story, haha, that's where I'm getting all that from. Well, think about the sequel, guys, and let me know. Oh and sorry that the Ron vs. Hermione scene was so out of character. But really, who would better at depicting one of their famous lovers' spats than dear J.K. Rowling? So byee!
I, tR00 kangar00, am very sorry for the delaying of this chapter. I was held up by this horrid thing called HIGH SCHOOL. Unfortunately, I go to a very competitive school, and I, being a very competitive person, feel obligated to beat the pants off of everyone else at that school. Doing this leaves little time for writing stories.
I am also sorry because the last chapter was completely stupid. It was the shortest, and my least favorite of them all. And, I am really surprised that this didn't come up, but. . .
Ginny is one bad chica.
It's sad how she's doing this. I am truly disappointed in her. What she is doing is morally wrong. Say no to secret romances with engaged men, people!
P.S. Do you think I should write a sequel? I have some ideas. . .
P.P.S. Thanks again to betty! Your praise means a lot! I'm surprised people still said nice things, despite the suckiness of the last chapter.
Disclaimer: Pwah, why bother?
~ Tues., Oct. 28 ~
Ooh, I haven't written in here for a long time. Seems sort of silly to write in a diary now. I don't have much to say. Except my life is soooooooo perfect! I have a perfect job and a perfect home and perfect friends and family and a perfect boyfriend. I feel like a perfect person!
Except for that whole "secret affair" thing. But really, it's not that bad. I mean, Michael is breaking up with Padma anyway, he says the whole wedding is off. So eventually, he will be single, and our relationship is just starting earlier than it would have been.
Although it has been a month now. Has the wedding been called off yet? I should ask him. . .Oh well, it's no big deal. He probably just wants to break it to her gently. Mmm. . .yes, he's always been really considerate of other people's feelings. I mean, he seems to understand me so well! It's always so nice to have someone to share nice, long conversations with.
Well, they aren't always long. But it's really quality over quantity. And at least I always have fun whenever he comes over. I mean, that's what a relationship is all about, right? Enjoying yourself. . .yes. . .
Ooh! This Friday's Halloween! I'm supposed to be going to Mum's house for dinner. . .Good thing I remembered. She was so upset when I didn't come to the last family function, whatever the occasion was. Well I was going through an emotional crisis, you'd think she would understand, being my mother and all. I don't know whether she thinks I'm as emotionally stable as a rock or something, but really! Bad things happen to me! Sometimes I have trouble getting up in the morning!
Wait, no. . .Gaah, lets go back to being perfect again.
~ Fri., Oct. 31 ~
Hmm. . .Well, I just came back from dinner and I'm so glad I went! I learned a lot of interesting things. . .I had only been at the Mum's and Dad's house for ten minutes when Ron and Hermione started having a row.
Haha, I shouldn't be laughing at them, but it was just so funny. It all started when Ron walked into the kitchen, where Hermione, Bill's special friend Fleur, and I were "cooking". Because they were actually teaching me those silly domestic spells that I never really cared to learn. I mean, who needs to learn how to peel potatoes with your wand or something? That's what take-out is for.
"It's really easy, Ginny, just remember, if the velocity of the swishing movement is faster than the blah blah blah then blah blah blah and your potatoes will turn out to be round and not oval," Hermione was saying. Or, something along the lines of. I'm not sure whether it had to do with velocity or roundness, but I'm quite positive it had some relevance to potatoes.
"Oh, Fleur." Mum's head poked inside from the backyard. "I think Bill was calling you. Do you want to see what he wants?" It was when Fleur was following her out into the yard that Ron was very noticeably. . .err, well, checking her out, I suppose.
"Ahem." Hermione cleared her throat loudly, and Ron spun around. Anticipating a fight, I tried to slide my chair back as inconspicuously as possible, as Ron said,
"What?"
I mean, DUH. Sometimes I cannot believe my older brother, and his complete lack of knowledge towards the laws of romance, i.e., not staring at one's brother's Special Friend if one's wife is sitting right next to him. Whether the Special Friend be part Veela or not.
"Do you think she's pretty?" Hermione said stiffly.
"What?"
"Do you think she's pretty?" she said again, putting more emphasis on the whole sentence.
"Who, Fleur?" said Ron, unsure of what to say. "Um, sure, she's alright, I guess, I -"
Throwing caution to the wind, I quickly scooted my chair till I was up against the wall.
"You have the-the-audacity-to drool over her right in front of me?" she said furiously, standing up and knocking her chair askew.
"Wha-no, I wasn't drooling, Hermione I just said -"
"Argh, I don't want to hear it! You are so infuriating, Ron! Why don't you just marry HER and get HER pregnant and - argh!" And then with that, Hermione the Raging Capsule of Estrogen stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a very frustrated and bewildered husband in my care.
And of course, I took this as my cue to enlighten my dear brother.
"My god. . ." Ron was saying, his face buried in his hands. "She just keeps getting so upset at me for no particular reason. . ."
I shook my head. "Obviously, Ron, Hermione is going through a very difficult time. You two wanted to have another baby, and maybe your job's done, but she's still got to be pregnant, which is not the most pleasant thing in the world and-"
"My job is not done," Ron said, exasperated. "I still have to listen to her complain and get her all those random things she needs and--"
"Yes, yes, exactly what a good husband should do," I said, patting his head vaguely. "But, really, don't you see what Hermione's going through?" Of course he doesn't, I thought to myself, and so I continued on. "She probably feels really self-conscious right now. Here she is, in the midst of her pregnancy, and you start talking about how pretty you think Fleur is or whatever, in front of her rounding belly and all! That was really stupid of you, Ron."
"Yeah, but she knows I - you know, love her," said Ron, looking around the room as if afraid someone might overhear. Honestly, men are so uptight about saying the L-word.
"Of course she does. She wasn't really serious about you marrying someone else or whatever she said, and I'm sure she doesn't mean to get all worked up over silly things. She's just a bit insecure right now. Plus, her hormones don't help too much either," I added thoughtfully.
"So do you think I should go apologize, then?"
"Oh, no, Ron. You should just sit here and ponder over what Mum's making for dinner," I said sarcastically.
Ron blinked, then flashed a grin. "Yeah, I think I'm going to go apologize. Thanks, Ginny," he said, ruffling my hair as he passed me to leave the room.
I sat there, shaking my head at the extreme ignorance my brother possessed until. . .
"Wow," said a voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Harry peeking in from the backyard.
"I almost came into the kitchen, but when they started to argue, I thought it might be better out here." Harry looked around, his hands in his pockets. "But I think your way of dealing with them was much better."
I blushed, but didn't have anything to say to that.
"You know, you're really good with this advice stuff," he said, taking a seat at the table. "You should start an advice column or something, since you work for a magazine and all."
"An advice column?"
"Yeah, so you could help clueless men figure out what to do in hopeless love situations."
I laughed. "Or just people in general? I'm sure women have relationship trouble, just as much as men do."
"That'd work too, I suppose."
Hmm. Well we talked about it for awhile and I think it's a really good idea, starting a love advice column. Setting people up never used to be fun, but now that I've got wonderful Michael, it's only fair to help other people find their true loves too. And anything's better than writing about some boring Quidditch star I don't care for. I should ask Alicia about it. . .
Which reminds me, this was not the only romantic crisis I happened to run into.
I was walking around upstairs, to see if I could find Hermione. When I passed the twins' old room, I heard Fred and George talking.
"I mean, what am I supposed to do?" George was saying. "How am I supposed to go to her wedding and just sit there, listening to her say 'I do' to some stupid guy that I don't even like?"
"Yes, that is a tough one," said Fred thoughtfully. "Tried telling her this?"
"Of course not, what would I say? Yeah, I don't like your fiancé. In fact, I think he's a slimy, manipulative and controlling git and you deserve so much better. Like how about me?" George sighed. "God, I can't believe Alicia's marrying that guy. I mean I always expected her to dump him. I always thought she'd just be there, single- "
"What?!" I just had to interrupt. "Alicia's getting married?"
"How long have you been listening?" George whirled around, seeing me standing in the doorway.
"Alicia didn't tell me she was engaged!" I said, still marveling over the fact that such a scary person could have a husband-to-be. "And she's my boss!"
"Ooh, she told me. Maybe it's because I don't piss her off as much as you do," George snapped. I could tell he was really mad then, he doesn't usually get upset with me. Or anybody, really.
"I thought you would've been happy for her, George," I said. "I mean, aren't you supposed to be her friend? So what if you don't like the guy, maybe he makes her happy?'
"Ginny, you should go," said Fred quietly. "There's just stuff you don't really know about. . ."
"Fine!" I said huffily, storming out. Hmph, they always exclude me because I'm their baby sister. It's not like I wouldn't understand, or something. I mean, Harry said I give good advice! That's got to mean something. . .
~ 11: 42 pm ~
Oh! It just came to me! George is in love with Alicia!
Hmm. It all makes sense now. I don't blame him for being upset. I'd be pretty depressed if Michael was engaged to some other woman and. . .oh wait. . .I should really ask him about that. Yes of course, first thing tomorrow. Or this week. Or some time. I'm really quite busy. . .
Yes, Ginny, I am too. Wow this chapter sucked, sorry it's so short. And you know, I'm not even close to finishing this. I think this is gonna be, like, 20 chapters or something. That is way too long. I mean, who'd want to read all of that? I wouldn't. And I was planning to start something else, too, a George/Alicia story, haha, that's where I'm getting all that from. Well, think about the sequel, guys, and let me know. Oh and sorry that the Ron vs. Hermione scene was so out of character. But really, who would better at depicting one of their famous lovers' spats than dear J.K. Rowling? So byee!