A/N: Hehe. I'm loving Ginny right now. I like her sort of. .
.unawareness? Ignorance? Hmm. I haven't found the word for it yet. But
I don't know if people catch it. How she just says something completely. .
. contradictory? Sort of. I'll find a way to explain it someday!
Wow! SiriuslyDelirious actually caught it! I did base one of the letters from Madam Match on Cho. Ahaha I think Cho is cool :D I must be the only one in the world who does...
OK, well anyway, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I did say a week but...I honestly forgot :( Oops.
Disclaimer: I don't feel like it today.
~ Thurs., Nov. 13 ~
Wow this advice-column stuff is really quite fun! More fun than Teen Witch will ever be. I can't wait to see my column come out! Should be in a few weeks or so.
Hmm. I should be writing an article right now.
But I don't really want to!
So what else is new?
Here comes Emma. Oh bugger...Probably to get on my case about being late this morning. God, can't she ever just let things go?
~ Fri., Nov. 14 ~
"Dear Madam Match. This girl that I've loved for, a while I suppose, is about to marry this guy, who is completely wrong for her. I don't think this is just my emotions interfering; he really is a terrible person. I feel like I could treat her much better, but she has no idea about my feelings for her. What do I tell her? Signed, Wants to Help Her."
Dear Wants. Your situation reminds me of someone's I know. And if he would just listen to me, I would tell him to tell her exactly what is wrong with her fiancé. Whether he is a Muggle who hates all magical peoples, or just a really bad dresser, some people are so blind with love that they can't see the faults. Let her decide if these problems are really worth calling off the wedding for. And if they are, well that's when you swoop in and tell her your feelings for her (with appropriate timing, of course). Otherwise, you've sort of missed your chance (sorry!).
Gosh, I felt really bad writing this one. The poor boy. Reminds me of George...
I wonder if it will get edited.
~ 11: 58 P.M. ~
Just came back from dinner with Harry! Very fun. He took me to some nice restaurant and...well I don't really remember much about those kind of details. But I had a great time!
And I might have had a few drinks. But it's not that big a deal, I take to alcohol very well. I'm not one of those people who get pissed and then do something stupid.
Wow. But I'm feeling a bit woozy. Maybe I'll just lie down a little –
~ ??? ~
Oh shit. What time is it?! Oh god, I bet I'm late for work! Oh my god, WHAT TIME IS IT???
OK. Have to calm down. Can't be too late, the sun's out. Except usually when I wake up, the sky is gray. . .
WHERE IS MY WATCH? ACCIO ACCIO ACCIO!!!!!
Hmm. Seems like the Summoning Charm doesn't work too well without a wand.
~ Sat., Nov. 15 ~
OK. It's not that bad. It's a Saturday, at least, so I am not late for work. I HAVE no work! Goody!
And so...well, it is noonish. And I...I'm trying to remember what I did yesterday, but my head hurts like hell. Hmm.
Oh yes, dinner with Harry, says so right up there. And. . . oh dear.
I think I had much more than "a few drinks". Unless "a few" can also mean "an insane amount of". Which it doesn't.
Oh god, and the night was going perfectly! He was walking me home and asking me all about my column and I was telling him all about the letters I had gotten so far. And I was talking about how I was having such a great time and he said he was too and he said that he'd love to do this more often and I said I would too and then –
Oh god. And then I kissed him. Oh my god.
It was only an accident! I was pissed, I can't be responsible for my actions! Oh my god oh my god. I don't think anything else happened. DID IT?!
No. I'm sure Harry wouldn't have let anything happen. I mean, it's just wrong. We're so close, if I didn't' have any brothers, he would probably be one of them. Except I do, I have – one, two, -- god, I don't want to count right now, but I have several brothers who just might hurt Harry if they find out what happened!
But if we're so close then why – oh why – why did we start making out?
Oh my lord.
How could Harry let this happen?! I'm pretty sure he didn't drink last night –
Did he? We both had a bit of wine, but I probably had more – god I'm so stupid, I should put myself in rehabilitation right now, right this instant.
I – I don't remember. He could have been drunk. It could have all been a stupid, drunken moment. Whew. That's good.
What am I saying? Of course that's not good! Except it means that it didn't mean anything. Is that good?
Yes. Yes, of course it is. Of course it's good that it didn't mean anything. Because, that would just be weird. I mean, imagine if we starting dating or something and got married and had children and even though he'd be a wonderful father and husband and –
OK. I've got to stop. As soon as I find my toothbrush, I am going straight to Harry's to figure out what happened.
~ 1: 56 P.M. ~
So I was knocking on his door once again, and he opened it, in his pajamas again. But I didn't laugh this time.
"Hey," he said, looking sleepy, but still all smiley and stuff. Alcohol must have a long-lasting (and queer) effect on him. "Just woke up then? Me too –"
"Yes," I said, striding past him into his flat. "About last night."
"What about last night?" he said, still grinning like crazy. Like he was trying to make me feel bad about this or something.
"I – I'm sorry!"
"Wha-- ?"
I held up a hand so I could continue. "I'm sorry, everything was all my fault, the kiss, the kissing, everything, it was just one meaningless, drunken moment, I was really pissed, and I'm so sorry. Ugh, it was all my fault. . .I ordered the wine and – and -- "
"Oh. Um, yeah," he said slowly. "Meaningless... meaningless, drunken moment. Of course. I understand... But—but you didn't have that much wine last night, did you?"
I felt like I was going to cry. "I – I guess I don't take to alcohol that well. Please, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me."
"Oh. Oh — oh of course, Ginny, I could never hate you." He wrapped his arms around me. "It's not your fault, it's not a big deal," he said, patting my hair. "Like you said, it was just one, meaningless... drunken..."
"Can we still be friends?" I said into his nightshirt.
"Yes, yes, of course." He was still smoothing out my hair, and I could hear his heartbeat. I could feel my heartbeat too.
After about a minute or so, I realized that his shirt was soaked from my tears. "Oh, oh, sorry," I said, moving away from him.
"That's alright."
"Well – well I should get going now, I guess."
"Yeah. I guess."
"So. Um, bye."
"Wait!" He touched my shoulder. "Unless – unless you want to stay a little while? I can make you some coffee."
"Um..." I bit my lip. "I think I should go. Bye."
"Yeah... Bye."
The weird thing is... I really wanted to stay.
~ 2: 00 P.M. ~
It can't mean anything? Can it?
~ 2: 55 P.M. ~
Gosh, I should have known this! I'm Madam Match!
I think I just feel like...like I want a boyfriend right now. Yes. And I'm just letting my feelings out on the nearest available guy. Enter Harry.
~ 3: 26 P.M. ~
I wonder what kind of soap he uses...
What am I saying?!
~ 3: 48 P.M. ~
Well it smelled really good...
A/N: SQUEAL! I thought of the soap thing just now because I smell something really good. I think it's lotion, though. Mmm. Must get some! BRB.
Wow! SiriuslyDelirious actually caught it! I did base one of the letters from Madam Match on Cho. Ahaha I think Cho is cool :D I must be the only one in the world who does...
OK, well anyway, I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. I did say a week but...I honestly forgot :( Oops.
Disclaimer: I don't feel like it today.
~ Thurs., Nov. 13 ~
Wow this advice-column stuff is really quite fun! More fun than Teen Witch will ever be. I can't wait to see my column come out! Should be in a few weeks or so.
Hmm. I should be writing an article right now.
But I don't really want to!
So what else is new?
Here comes Emma. Oh bugger...Probably to get on my case about being late this morning. God, can't she ever just let things go?
~ Fri., Nov. 14 ~
"Dear Madam Match. This girl that I've loved for, a while I suppose, is about to marry this guy, who is completely wrong for her. I don't think this is just my emotions interfering; he really is a terrible person. I feel like I could treat her much better, but she has no idea about my feelings for her. What do I tell her? Signed, Wants to Help Her."
Dear Wants. Your situation reminds me of someone's I know. And if he would just listen to me, I would tell him to tell her exactly what is wrong with her fiancé. Whether he is a Muggle who hates all magical peoples, or just a really bad dresser, some people are so blind with love that they can't see the faults. Let her decide if these problems are really worth calling off the wedding for. And if they are, well that's when you swoop in and tell her your feelings for her (with appropriate timing, of course). Otherwise, you've sort of missed your chance (sorry!).
Gosh, I felt really bad writing this one. The poor boy. Reminds me of George...
I wonder if it will get edited.
~ 11: 58 P.M. ~
Just came back from dinner with Harry! Very fun. He took me to some nice restaurant and...well I don't really remember much about those kind of details. But I had a great time!
And I might have had a few drinks. But it's not that big a deal, I take to alcohol very well. I'm not one of those people who get pissed and then do something stupid.
Wow. But I'm feeling a bit woozy. Maybe I'll just lie down a little –
~ ??? ~
Oh shit. What time is it?! Oh god, I bet I'm late for work! Oh my god, WHAT TIME IS IT???
OK. Have to calm down. Can't be too late, the sun's out. Except usually when I wake up, the sky is gray. . .
WHERE IS MY WATCH? ACCIO ACCIO ACCIO!!!!!
Hmm. Seems like the Summoning Charm doesn't work too well without a wand.
~ Sat., Nov. 15 ~
OK. It's not that bad. It's a Saturday, at least, so I am not late for work. I HAVE no work! Goody!
And so...well, it is noonish. And I...I'm trying to remember what I did yesterday, but my head hurts like hell. Hmm.
Oh yes, dinner with Harry, says so right up there. And. . . oh dear.
I think I had much more than "a few drinks". Unless "a few" can also mean "an insane amount of". Which it doesn't.
Oh god, and the night was going perfectly! He was walking me home and asking me all about my column and I was telling him all about the letters I had gotten so far. And I was talking about how I was having such a great time and he said he was too and he said that he'd love to do this more often and I said I would too and then –
Oh god. And then I kissed him. Oh my god.
It was only an accident! I was pissed, I can't be responsible for my actions! Oh my god oh my god. I don't think anything else happened. DID IT?!
No. I'm sure Harry wouldn't have let anything happen. I mean, it's just wrong. We're so close, if I didn't' have any brothers, he would probably be one of them. Except I do, I have – one, two, -- god, I don't want to count right now, but I have several brothers who just might hurt Harry if they find out what happened!
But if we're so close then why – oh why – why did we start making out?
Oh my lord.
How could Harry let this happen?! I'm pretty sure he didn't drink last night –
Did he? We both had a bit of wine, but I probably had more – god I'm so stupid, I should put myself in rehabilitation right now, right this instant.
I – I don't remember. He could have been drunk. It could have all been a stupid, drunken moment. Whew. That's good.
What am I saying? Of course that's not good! Except it means that it didn't mean anything. Is that good?
Yes. Yes, of course it is. Of course it's good that it didn't mean anything. Because, that would just be weird. I mean, imagine if we starting dating or something and got married and had children and even though he'd be a wonderful father and husband and –
OK. I've got to stop. As soon as I find my toothbrush, I am going straight to Harry's to figure out what happened.
~ 1: 56 P.M. ~
So I was knocking on his door once again, and he opened it, in his pajamas again. But I didn't laugh this time.
"Hey," he said, looking sleepy, but still all smiley and stuff. Alcohol must have a long-lasting (and queer) effect on him. "Just woke up then? Me too –"
"Yes," I said, striding past him into his flat. "About last night."
"What about last night?" he said, still grinning like crazy. Like he was trying to make me feel bad about this or something.
"I – I'm sorry!"
"Wha-- ?"
I held up a hand so I could continue. "I'm sorry, everything was all my fault, the kiss, the kissing, everything, it was just one meaningless, drunken moment, I was really pissed, and I'm so sorry. Ugh, it was all my fault. . .I ordered the wine and – and -- "
"Oh. Um, yeah," he said slowly. "Meaningless... meaningless, drunken moment. Of course. I understand... But—but you didn't have that much wine last night, did you?"
I felt like I was going to cry. "I – I guess I don't take to alcohol that well. Please, I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me."
"Oh. Oh — oh of course, Ginny, I could never hate you." He wrapped his arms around me. "It's not your fault, it's not a big deal," he said, patting my hair. "Like you said, it was just one, meaningless... drunken..."
"Can we still be friends?" I said into his nightshirt.
"Yes, yes, of course." He was still smoothing out my hair, and I could hear his heartbeat. I could feel my heartbeat too.
After about a minute or so, I realized that his shirt was soaked from my tears. "Oh, oh, sorry," I said, moving away from him.
"That's alright."
"Well – well I should get going now, I guess."
"Yeah. I guess."
"So. Um, bye."
"Wait!" He touched my shoulder. "Unless – unless you want to stay a little while? I can make you some coffee."
"Um..." I bit my lip. "I think I should go. Bye."
"Yeah... Bye."
The weird thing is... I really wanted to stay.
~ 2: 00 P.M. ~
It can't mean anything? Can it?
~ 2: 55 P.M. ~
Gosh, I should have known this! I'm Madam Match!
I think I just feel like...like I want a boyfriend right now. Yes. And I'm just letting my feelings out on the nearest available guy. Enter Harry.
~ 3: 26 P.M. ~
I wonder what kind of soap he uses...
What am I saying?!
~ 3: 48 P.M. ~
Well it smelled really good...
A/N: SQUEAL! I thought of the soap thing just now because I smell something really good. I think it's lotion, though. Mmm. Must get some! BRB.