A/N: I know it's going fast. I'm impatient.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Except for Ginny's personality which she barely receives in canon. . .
~ Wed., Nov. 19 ~
God.
I can't believe him! He didn't have to be so rude!
Ohhh . . . I went to Harry's again today, to apologize for yesterday. And he got so mad at me! He thought I stood him up!
"Harry, Harry, it's me, Ginny! Please, open up!" No answer. "Please, Harry!" Still no answer. "Harry, it's starting to rain really hard now, could you please let me in?!"
"What." It wasn't a question, really. It was more like a rather rude greeting, so that in case the expression on his face didn't prove anything, his tone did.
Despite his demeanor, however, when I looked at him, I just . . . it felt like my heart jumped.
"Um . . ." I faltered. I hadn't expected him to be so . . . stony. "I'm really sorry about last night; I know I was really late, but you see, my friend, she --"
"Just – just don't worry about it."
"What?"
"I said just forget about it."
"But – but, Harry, I –"
"Why? It's not a big deal. I mean, obviously something else was more important."
"What?! No, no, it wasn't 'more important' – I mean, it was important, but – but she just wouldn't leave and –"
"Well it was so important that you stood me up for it."
"Hey, I didn't 'stand you up', I –"
"Well you didn't call, did you?"
I paused. "No . . . no, I didn't," I said, flushing. "I guess I could've, but – but you see –"
"You know, I should be getting to work soon."
"Look, you don't understand –"
"What else is there to get? I mean, I'm just Harry. I'm not important, it's not like I'm Alan or something."
I just gaped. "Wha – wha – why are you bringing him into this?" God, I can't believe him! "I can't believe you! What is this about, really?"
"I've got to go now. And I think you should too."
"Fine!" I stomped over to his door, and threw it open. "And by the way," I said, my hand still on the doorknob. "His name's Alair." And then I slammed the door shut.
God, what is his problem, really? It was so random, all of sudden he got mad at me! He wouldn't even let me explain! I don't get him at all, that stupid, stupid Harry Potter. Stupid stupid git.
I mean, honestly! What was all that about?
~ 8: 29 P.M. ~
"Really, since when has Harry become so – so –"
"Sensitive?"
"No! Well, a bit."
I love being at Ron's and Hermione's. It's so nice to have people to talk to, who listen to my problems, instead of asking me to fix theirs.
Well usually it's nice. But not when they disagree with you.
"Come on, Ginny, Harry's always had a temper, you know that."
"Ron, you weren't there! He was so mad at me, and I hadn't even done anything!"
"Um, you stood him up, didn't you?"
"For the last time, I was just running a little late!"
Ron took a sip of his tea. "Well, the way Harry is, he gets really upset when something's picking at him for a very long time. Maybe you took too long to apologize, and he was just sitting there, stewing it over in his mind. . ."
"How long was he waiting for you, anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, I dunno, maybe about two hours?"
"Two hours?!"
"Well – well," I tried to defend myself. It didn't really work. "Okay, fine, it was horrible, of course he should be mad at me! Yet at the same time – something about the things he said. It was just so unfair."
"Like what?"
"Like – like – he brought up Alair, of all things. I mean why – why?!"
"I didn't even know he met Alair."
"Yes, he did at Dean's wedding or something, I dunno, when we danced but anyway, it just wasn't fair! He wouldn't even listen to anything I said, I was trying to explain what happened!"
"Why are you so upset with Harry, really?" asked Ron. "I mean, you get in rows with people all the time, shouldn't you be used to it?" Grrr.
"I do not get in rows with people all the time, and I just thought he was very rude! Well you know, I think I'll be going home now. Bye Hermione, Ron."
The last thing I saw before Apparating was Ron rolling his eyes.
~ 9:58 P.M. ~
I mean, I have a reason to be angry, right? Why couldn't he just forgive me so we could get on with our lives?
And one more thing. I hate the way he treats me like a little kid! Like by . . . by . . . by asking me how I am and trying to make me feel better. I mean, god, how insensitive is he?!
And I hate how his hair always sticks up, no matter what you do with it.
~ 10: 52 P.M. ~
OK. Those are silly reasons to be mad at someone. But . . . isn't he being a little . . .
You know what? I'm just going to forget about it. I don't need dumb Harry Potter. He was a terrible friend anyway. He completely overreacted and . . . ugh. FORGET IT. I'M GONNA FORGET IT.
~ 3: 57 A.M. ~
GAAAAAAAAAH. I've had a terrible dream! It must have been because all my fuming over Harry, but . . . I had a dream that I kissed him. AGAIN!
Now I don't really feel like writing about this. Bad memories. I don't know what is wrong with me . . . maybe I just want sex or something . . . Well, I don't need Harry for that, I can get sex whenever I want . . . or not.
Ugh. I have problems.
~ Thurs., Nov. 20 ~
Haven't been thinking about Harry at all. Not at all, nope! Stupid git . . . In fact, Tonk's and Mr. Lupin's wedding is coming up. I have to write a speech! I wonder what to write? Well I'm not worried; I'm very good at public speaking. And writing; after all, I'm a journalist! This should b e easy for me. I'll start right now. . .
Remus and Tonks. . . I know tons about them. This'll be great. . . really great. . .
Well, maybe I should take a break, so I can start fresh.
~ 11: 15 A.M. ~
I met Tonks and Remus when. . .
Wait. When did I meet them?
~ 11: 30 A.M. ~
OK. Here goes:
I met Tonks and Remus a long time ago –
Wait, does that sound like they're old or something?
Okay, maybe I'll just pick a different opening sentence.
~ 11: 56 A.M. ~
Remus and Tonks were meant to be together (ooh, that's really good!). They're personality completely complements each other, as they . . . ?
You know, I've got tons of other things to do. I can save this for later.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Except for Ginny's personality which she barely receives in canon. . .
~ Wed., Nov. 19 ~
God.
I can't believe him! He didn't have to be so rude!
Ohhh . . . I went to Harry's again today, to apologize for yesterday. And he got so mad at me! He thought I stood him up!
"Harry, Harry, it's me, Ginny! Please, open up!" No answer. "Please, Harry!" Still no answer. "Harry, it's starting to rain really hard now, could you please let me in?!"
"What." It wasn't a question, really. It was more like a rather rude greeting, so that in case the expression on his face didn't prove anything, his tone did.
Despite his demeanor, however, when I looked at him, I just . . . it felt like my heart jumped.
"Um . . ." I faltered. I hadn't expected him to be so . . . stony. "I'm really sorry about last night; I know I was really late, but you see, my friend, she --"
"Just – just don't worry about it."
"What?"
"I said just forget about it."
"But – but, Harry, I –"
"Why? It's not a big deal. I mean, obviously something else was more important."
"What?! No, no, it wasn't 'more important' – I mean, it was important, but – but she just wouldn't leave and –"
"Well it was so important that you stood me up for it."
"Hey, I didn't 'stand you up', I –"
"Well you didn't call, did you?"
I paused. "No . . . no, I didn't," I said, flushing. "I guess I could've, but – but you see –"
"You know, I should be getting to work soon."
"Look, you don't understand –"
"What else is there to get? I mean, I'm just Harry. I'm not important, it's not like I'm Alan or something."
I just gaped. "Wha – wha – why are you bringing him into this?" God, I can't believe him! "I can't believe you! What is this about, really?"
"I've got to go now. And I think you should too."
"Fine!" I stomped over to his door, and threw it open. "And by the way," I said, my hand still on the doorknob. "His name's Alair." And then I slammed the door shut.
God, what is his problem, really? It was so random, all of sudden he got mad at me! He wouldn't even let me explain! I don't get him at all, that stupid, stupid Harry Potter. Stupid stupid git.
I mean, honestly! What was all that about?
~ 8: 29 P.M. ~
"Really, since when has Harry become so – so –"
"Sensitive?"
"No! Well, a bit."
I love being at Ron's and Hermione's. It's so nice to have people to talk to, who listen to my problems, instead of asking me to fix theirs.
Well usually it's nice. But not when they disagree with you.
"Come on, Ginny, Harry's always had a temper, you know that."
"Ron, you weren't there! He was so mad at me, and I hadn't even done anything!"
"Um, you stood him up, didn't you?"
"For the last time, I was just running a little late!"
Ron took a sip of his tea. "Well, the way Harry is, he gets really upset when something's picking at him for a very long time. Maybe you took too long to apologize, and he was just sitting there, stewing it over in his mind. . ."
"How long was he waiting for you, anyway?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, I dunno, maybe about two hours?"
"Two hours?!"
"Well – well," I tried to defend myself. It didn't really work. "Okay, fine, it was horrible, of course he should be mad at me! Yet at the same time – something about the things he said. It was just so unfair."
"Like what?"
"Like – like – he brought up Alair, of all things. I mean why – why?!"
"I didn't even know he met Alair."
"Yes, he did at Dean's wedding or something, I dunno, when we danced but anyway, it just wasn't fair! He wouldn't even listen to anything I said, I was trying to explain what happened!"
"Why are you so upset with Harry, really?" asked Ron. "I mean, you get in rows with people all the time, shouldn't you be used to it?" Grrr.
"I do not get in rows with people all the time, and I just thought he was very rude! Well you know, I think I'll be going home now. Bye Hermione, Ron."
The last thing I saw before Apparating was Ron rolling his eyes.
~ 9:58 P.M. ~
I mean, I have a reason to be angry, right? Why couldn't he just forgive me so we could get on with our lives?
And one more thing. I hate the way he treats me like a little kid! Like by . . . by . . . by asking me how I am and trying to make me feel better. I mean, god, how insensitive is he?!
And I hate how his hair always sticks up, no matter what you do with it.
~ 10: 52 P.M. ~
OK. Those are silly reasons to be mad at someone. But . . . isn't he being a little . . .
You know what? I'm just going to forget about it. I don't need dumb Harry Potter. He was a terrible friend anyway. He completely overreacted and . . . ugh. FORGET IT. I'M GONNA FORGET IT.
~ 3: 57 A.M. ~
GAAAAAAAAAH. I've had a terrible dream! It must have been because all my fuming over Harry, but . . . I had a dream that I kissed him. AGAIN!
Now I don't really feel like writing about this. Bad memories. I don't know what is wrong with me . . . maybe I just want sex or something . . . Well, I don't need Harry for that, I can get sex whenever I want . . . or not.
Ugh. I have problems.
~ Thurs., Nov. 20 ~
Haven't been thinking about Harry at all. Not at all, nope! Stupid git . . . In fact, Tonk's and Mr. Lupin's wedding is coming up. I have to write a speech! I wonder what to write? Well I'm not worried; I'm very good at public speaking. And writing; after all, I'm a journalist! This should b e easy for me. I'll start right now. . .
Remus and Tonks. . . I know tons about them. This'll be great. . . really great. . .
Well, maybe I should take a break, so I can start fresh.
~ 11: 15 A.M. ~
I met Tonks and Remus when. . .
Wait. When did I meet them?
~ 11: 30 A.M. ~
OK. Here goes:
I met Tonks and Remus a long time ago –
Wait, does that sound like they're old or something?
Okay, maybe I'll just pick a different opening sentence.
~ 11: 56 A.M. ~
Remus and Tonks were meant to be together (ooh, that's really good!). They're personality completely complements each other, as they . . . ?
You know, I've got tons of other things to do. I can save this for later.