A/N: I dunno if you guys think I forgot about some sub-plots of the story
(like Alicia's little problem). But I didn't :D I think I'll put it all
in my next story.
Disclaimer: The characters and all the stuff you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling. And don't you forget it.
~ Mon., Nov. 17 ~
"Dear Madam Match. My boyfriend cheated on me. He had an affair. Everyone's been telling me to dump him – I even thought I was going to. But every time I talk to him or see him, I just change my mind. I think I still love him. But I don't want to get hurt anymore. What should I do? Signed, Unsure."
Dear Unsure. It seems that if you've written to me asking whether to leave your boyfriend or not, then you are probably not in love with him. If you were in love with him, none of this would matter to you, would it? Besides, he made you so unhappy by cheating on you. Would you really want to spend the rest of your life with him?
Is it just me, or. . . well that letter just suddenly reminded me of Padma and Michael.
I completely forgot about them!
~ 5: 42 P.M. ~
Wow! I just got an owl from Harry! He wants to take me out to dinner – again!
Gosh, I'm so glad that he isn't mad about the whole kissing thing last week. I was so embarrassed.
He really is such a wonderful person, to not be upset at me. He's so kind and sweet and –
~ 6: 05 P.M. ~
Mental note to self: Stop writing in this same bar. Whenever I do, Lavender somehow finds me and reads over my shoulder.
Does my diary have a magnet on it that attracts her copious jewelry? Or maybe a tracking spell or something.
"And what, dear?" she said, pointing to my last sentence up there.
"Aaaugh! What do you want Lavender?!"
"Hmph, just doing a bit of reading," she said, sitting down next to me and pulling out a compact. "But go ahead. Finish your sentence. And what?"
"And nothing!"
"Hah!" She closed her compact with a click. "I bet not! You like him, don't you?"
"What?!"
"Admit it, Ginny Weasley, you like Harry Potter!"
"Why of course I do! He's a very good friend—"
"You know what I mean. You can't stop thinking about him, can you? In fact – I bet you're thinking of him right now!"
"What, no I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"No – no, I'm --"
"Well then what are you thinking about?"
"I'm—I'm thinking of – socks!"
"Socks?"
"I mean stocks!"
"Face it, Ginny. The proof is right there." She points to my notebook. "You can't stop thinking about his kindness and his sweetness and his soft, soft lips --"
"Lavender! Honestly, what makes you think that?!"
"Well you turned redder than a sunburned albino when I mentioned his name!"
"Sunburned albino?! – listen, Lavender!" I sputtered. "Listen, Lavender, you don't know what you're talking about. Maybe I'm just naturally rosy! And maybe I was talking about how nice he is, but I certainly was not thinking about – about his lips or any other part of his body!" Till now, I added to myself.
Lavender smirked. "If that's what you say, Ginny dear."
"Wha – wha?! – Fine! Okay, maybe I have a little, itsy-bitsy, microscopic crush on him, but it means nothing. NOTHING." She was still smirking. "Lavender Brown, it means NOTHING."
"Gosh, what are you doing admitting this to me all of a sudden, Ginny?" She opened her eyes in feigned shock. "It's just so out-of-the- blue!"
"What?! What the—"
"You kissed him, there has to be something behind it."
"I'm lost. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Fine. Let's talk about something else," she said, still smirking. I don't know why. I really was confused.
Okay, maybe I do have some feelings for Harry. Maybe it did start after the kiss. But gosh, they don't mean anything, and they'll just go away! Really! Like my theory: I just need a. . . something to hone my hormones on. Maybe I've read too many romance novels or something, but honestly! It'll go away. They're just silly feelings that. . . that. . . wow. I'm confused.
"Well anyway, Lavender." I decided to change the subject. "So what happened with Padma and Michael? I thought you said they broke up."
"What?" She looked taken aback. "They did."
"Well I saw them walking together a few weeks ago."
"What?! Maybe it was a mistake—"
"I'm pretty sure it was them."
"No. . . Padma broke up with him a long time ago. She said she did, right after I told her about . . . the incident."
"Maybe she didn't."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"Maybe . . . maybe she didn't want to. Maybe she thought she still loved him. . ."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Um, I've got to go Lavender. Byee!"
And then. . . I left.
~ Tues., Nov. 18 ~
Well today's my date with Harry.
I mean, dinner.
Hmm. What to wear?
~ 6: 59 P.M. ~
I shouldn't really be this excited, should I? I mean, it's only Harry.
Yep. Only Harry. . .
Only Harry Potter. . .
You know, he probably doesn't even feel the same way. Not that I feel anything, really, but . . . but if I was kind of feeling something, he probably isn't feeling anything at all. Maybe disgust, if he knew. I mean, I'm his best friend's little sister.
Come on, Ginny, remember the last time you liked him? You made a fool out of yourself . . . And that's never fun. You don't want to do it again. . .
Then maybe I should never have agreed to go out to dinner with him. . .
~ 10: 04 P.M. ~
Oh my god.
Padma Patil ran into my flat (well I opened the door, first) crying.
"Don't tell Parvati or Lavender or – or anybody this!"
"Wha --"
"They all thought I broke up with him! And so I didn't know who to talk to! But – but—I can't!"
"Can't what?"
"Break up with Michael!"
Oh.
"Why NOT?"
"I – I just – oh, Ginny, we were supposed to get married! And to break up with him – it'd be just like starting over!"
"Is that the only reason?"
"No – no – I'm just – I don't – what if I'm making a mistake? What if I love him, and I'm throwing him away for a little tiny error in judgment?"
"Padma. Padma. Do you hear what you're saying? He – he did a bad thing." I was not about to mention that the bad thing extended far past a move on Lavender. "He doesn't deserve you!"
Padma sniffled. "Don't you ever worry that – that you'll just end up dying alone, never getting married?"
Every day.
"Not at all! Trust me, there is a right person out there for everybody. And for you, Michael definitely was not him."
"Thanks Ginny. Can I – can I hang out for awhile?"
I checked my watch. I had half an hour to go before my date – er, meeting with Harry. Perhaps I could make it.
"Sure of course. Just for a bit."
THREE TEAR-FILLED HOURS LATER. . .
Oh god. And now here I am. The whole time I was just wondering when Padma would stop crying, and if Harry would be upset at me for being late. "Ten minutes late . . . half an hour late . . ." Until it suddenly became "An hour-forty-five late." Oh god. . .
It took, seriously an eternity, for Padma to decide that she was okay. And it took her even longer to thank me. I wanted to shout "God, woman! You want to thank me? You can thank me by LEAVING!"
But of course I didn't. Damn etiquette rules. Like no yelling at guests.
So after she (finally) left I Apparated as fast as I could to the restaurant we were supposed to meet at.
"Harry? Is Harry Potter here?" I called out to no one in particular. They ignored me. Which makes sense, I suppose. I mean, I was just some girl with messed up hair that didn't have time to be brushed, and a tear- stained jacket from Padma crying all over, calling out for some famous wizard.
Once I was sure he wasn't there, I Apparated over to his apartment and started knocking on the door.
And no one answered.
And now, here I am, sitting at home alone when I was supposed to be out with Harry and . . . God, I just hope he isn't mad. I mean, I know I was . . . extremely late, but. . . I really did want to be there!
God, everything is just so hectic all of a sudden. Why did Padma have to come to me? I mean, besides being the only one she felt she could talk to and supposedly giving really good advice. Sometimes I wish people would just realize what a cow I am and leave me alone!
Ugh. . . hopefully he won't be too mad. . .
A/N: She seems frustrated. . .
Disclaimer: The characters and all the stuff you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling. And don't you forget it.
~ Mon., Nov. 17 ~
"Dear Madam Match. My boyfriend cheated on me. He had an affair. Everyone's been telling me to dump him – I even thought I was going to. But every time I talk to him or see him, I just change my mind. I think I still love him. But I don't want to get hurt anymore. What should I do? Signed, Unsure."
Dear Unsure. It seems that if you've written to me asking whether to leave your boyfriend or not, then you are probably not in love with him. If you were in love with him, none of this would matter to you, would it? Besides, he made you so unhappy by cheating on you. Would you really want to spend the rest of your life with him?
Is it just me, or. . . well that letter just suddenly reminded me of Padma and Michael.
I completely forgot about them!
~ 5: 42 P.M. ~
Wow! I just got an owl from Harry! He wants to take me out to dinner – again!
Gosh, I'm so glad that he isn't mad about the whole kissing thing last week. I was so embarrassed.
He really is such a wonderful person, to not be upset at me. He's so kind and sweet and –
~ 6: 05 P.M. ~
Mental note to self: Stop writing in this same bar. Whenever I do, Lavender somehow finds me and reads over my shoulder.
Does my diary have a magnet on it that attracts her copious jewelry? Or maybe a tracking spell or something.
"And what, dear?" she said, pointing to my last sentence up there.
"Aaaugh! What do you want Lavender?!"
"Hmph, just doing a bit of reading," she said, sitting down next to me and pulling out a compact. "But go ahead. Finish your sentence. And what?"
"And nothing!"
"Hah!" She closed her compact with a click. "I bet not! You like him, don't you?"
"What?!"
"Admit it, Ginny Weasley, you like Harry Potter!"
"Why of course I do! He's a very good friend—"
"You know what I mean. You can't stop thinking about him, can you? In fact – I bet you're thinking of him right now!"
"What, no I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"No – no, I'm --"
"Well then what are you thinking about?"
"I'm—I'm thinking of – socks!"
"Socks?"
"I mean stocks!"
"Face it, Ginny. The proof is right there." She points to my notebook. "You can't stop thinking about his kindness and his sweetness and his soft, soft lips --"
"Lavender! Honestly, what makes you think that?!"
"Well you turned redder than a sunburned albino when I mentioned his name!"
"Sunburned albino?! – listen, Lavender!" I sputtered. "Listen, Lavender, you don't know what you're talking about. Maybe I'm just naturally rosy! And maybe I was talking about how nice he is, but I certainly was not thinking about – about his lips or any other part of his body!" Till now, I added to myself.
Lavender smirked. "If that's what you say, Ginny dear."
"Wha – wha?! – Fine! Okay, maybe I have a little, itsy-bitsy, microscopic crush on him, but it means nothing. NOTHING." She was still smirking. "Lavender Brown, it means NOTHING."
"Gosh, what are you doing admitting this to me all of a sudden, Ginny?" She opened her eyes in feigned shock. "It's just so out-of-the- blue!"
"What?! What the—"
"You kissed him, there has to be something behind it."
"I'm lost. What the hell are you talking about?"
"Fine. Let's talk about something else," she said, still smirking. I don't know why. I really was confused.
Okay, maybe I do have some feelings for Harry. Maybe it did start after the kiss. But gosh, they don't mean anything, and they'll just go away! Really! Like my theory: I just need a. . . something to hone my hormones on. Maybe I've read too many romance novels or something, but honestly! It'll go away. They're just silly feelings that. . . that. . . wow. I'm confused.
"Well anyway, Lavender." I decided to change the subject. "So what happened with Padma and Michael? I thought you said they broke up."
"What?" She looked taken aback. "They did."
"Well I saw them walking together a few weeks ago."
"What?! Maybe it was a mistake—"
"I'm pretty sure it was them."
"No. . . Padma broke up with him a long time ago. She said she did, right after I told her about . . . the incident."
"Maybe she didn't."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"Maybe . . . maybe she didn't want to. Maybe she thought she still loved him. . ."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Um, I've got to go Lavender. Byee!"
And then. . . I left.
~ Tues., Nov. 18 ~
Well today's my date with Harry.
I mean, dinner.
Hmm. What to wear?
~ 6: 59 P.M. ~
I shouldn't really be this excited, should I? I mean, it's only Harry.
Yep. Only Harry. . .
Only Harry Potter. . .
You know, he probably doesn't even feel the same way. Not that I feel anything, really, but . . . but if I was kind of feeling something, he probably isn't feeling anything at all. Maybe disgust, if he knew. I mean, I'm his best friend's little sister.
Come on, Ginny, remember the last time you liked him? You made a fool out of yourself . . . And that's never fun. You don't want to do it again. . .
Then maybe I should never have agreed to go out to dinner with him. . .
~ 10: 04 P.M. ~
Oh my god.
Padma Patil ran into my flat (well I opened the door, first) crying.
"Don't tell Parvati or Lavender or – or anybody this!"
"Wha --"
"They all thought I broke up with him! And so I didn't know who to talk to! But – but—I can't!"
"Can't what?"
"Break up with Michael!"
Oh.
"Why NOT?"
"I – I just – oh, Ginny, we were supposed to get married! And to break up with him – it'd be just like starting over!"
"Is that the only reason?"
"No – no – I'm just – I don't – what if I'm making a mistake? What if I love him, and I'm throwing him away for a little tiny error in judgment?"
"Padma. Padma. Do you hear what you're saying? He – he did a bad thing." I was not about to mention that the bad thing extended far past a move on Lavender. "He doesn't deserve you!"
Padma sniffled. "Don't you ever worry that – that you'll just end up dying alone, never getting married?"
Every day.
"Not at all! Trust me, there is a right person out there for everybody. And for you, Michael definitely was not him."
"Thanks Ginny. Can I – can I hang out for awhile?"
I checked my watch. I had half an hour to go before my date – er, meeting with Harry. Perhaps I could make it.
"Sure of course. Just for a bit."
THREE TEAR-FILLED HOURS LATER. . .
Oh god. And now here I am. The whole time I was just wondering when Padma would stop crying, and if Harry would be upset at me for being late. "Ten minutes late . . . half an hour late . . ." Until it suddenly became "An hour-forty-five late." Oh god. . .
It took, seriously an eternity, for Padma to decide that she was okay. And it took her even longer to thank me. I wanted to shout "God, woman! You want to thank me? You can thank me by LEAVING!"
But of course I didn't. Damn etiquette rules. Like no yelling at guests.
So after she (finally) left I Apparated as fast as I could to the restaurant we were supposed to meet at.
"Harry? Is Harry Potter here?" I called out to no one in particular. They ignored me. Which makes sense, I suppose. I mean, I was just some girl with messed up hair that didn't have time to be brushed, and a tear- stained jacket from Padma crying all over, calling out for some famous wizard.
Once I was sure he wasn't there, I Apparated over to his apartment and started knocking on the door.
And no one answered.
And now, here I am, sitting at home alone when I was supposed to be out with Harry and . . . God, I just hope he isn't mad. I mean, I know I was . . . extremely late, but. . . I really did want to be there!
God, everything is just so hectic all of a sudden. Why did Padma have to come to me? I mean, besides being the only one she felt she could talk to and supposedly giving really good advice. Sometimes I wish people would just realize what a cow I am and leave me alone!
Ugh. . . hopefully he won't be too mad. . .
A/N: She seems frustrated. . .