February 25, 2:35 P.M.
Oh. You want to know why I say everyone is out to embarrass me? It's really quite… erm… not exactly 'simple'… but here's how it goes.
I was getting dressed, after Ron knocked a glass of pumpkin juice on me. Who would stay in their clothes after that? Certainly no one sane. Anyway, I was changing clothes, and only had on my underwear (bra and underwear, that is, not just underwear... [blush]). That was when I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?!" I snapped at the door, already in a bad mood from Ron ruining my clothes.
"It's Harry. I'm getting something for Hermione; can I come in?" Harry answered me, causing my eyes to widen. I decided to dress faster, turning around quickly to my bed, where my shirt was lying. I had forgotten, though, that it's not good to spin around like that while standing on your own pants. You usually end up slipping. … well, sometimes.
"AH!" I cried out, falling forward, missing my bed and landing face down on the floor. Cursing under my breath, I attempted to pull myself up, onto the bed so I could grab my shirt.
"Ginny? Are you okay in there!? I heard a loud thump…" I heard Harry's concerned voice come from behind my door, just before I heard the dreaded sound of the door creaking.
I turned around, to find him standing there, just like while I was in the shower, staring at me with a red face. As my face reddened, I balled my fists, and shook my right one at him. "QUIT STARING AT ME LIKE THAT!! Get OUT, out, OUT! Do you like barging in on me while I'm indecent or something!?" I exclaimed, once more trying to cover myself. He just stood there. Then he stuttered for a moment, turned around, and bolted out the door.
Or, he would have, if he hadn't tripped on my ruined shirt that I left near the door.
"Oh my! HARRY, are you ok!?" I stood up from my position on the floor, and rushed to his side, completely forgetting the fact that I was practically naked. I kneeled next to him, and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him off the floor. Or, off his face, at least. "Harry? You are not answering, Harry. You're making me nervous, at least say something!" I tried to pull him up again.
This time my attempt worked, and he sat up, shaking his head. "I'm fine, Gin." he answered, looking at me, and I smiled happily. We sat there for a few seconds, silently staring into each other's eyes. Did either of us notice the other getting closer? No, not until…
Hermione's voice broke into our thoughts. "Harry, I thought you would be down sooner! What's taking so long, I just asked you to get me a book…" her voice trailed off, as she stepped into the doorway, noticing the… not so 'nice' looking scene. Me, in my bra and underwear. Harry, laying beside me, both of our faces only inches away. "Am I interrupting something?" she smirked at us, crossing her arms, an all-knowing glint in her eyes.
"NO!!" we both exclaimed, turning towards her and backing away from each other. I glanced towards him, my eyes wide, my face competing with my hair to see who was the reddest, and then back to Hermione.
"It's not what it looks like, 'Mione!" I said, reaching my hands out and shaking them in a defensive gesture. "No, I was just changing my clothes, when Harry burst in, then I told him to get out and he tripped and I helped him up and then you came! Don't tell Mum? Or Ron? Especially not Ron! He'll kill Harry!" I tried to clear it up, but… it didn't help, much.
"Hm. Uh huh. Well, I won't tell them, but I don't understand why not if that is really just what happened." Hermione said, un-crossing her arms and backing out of the doorway. I just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Um, Hermione? Ron would not take it like that, most likely. You know him, being the overprotective git that he is…" I trailed off, rolling my eyes, then turning to Harry and glaring at him. "Didn't I tell you to get out?!"
He frowned at me, and crossed his arms. "No, I believe you said 'OUT, out, OUT!!' Sound about right?" he retorted, standing up, and rolling his eyes. I just continued to glare at him.
"Yes. Do it! I'm still getting dressed you know! Out!!" I snapped at him, wanting my main source of embarrassment out of my room.
"Yes, Ma'am." he said sarcastically, pretending to salute, and 'marched' out the door. Hermione, giggling, followed him down the stairs.
So, yep, that's basically what happened. Got to go now, Selma, I think I hear my embarrasser - er, I mean, Harry - knocking on my door again… [growl]
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February 26, 12:23 P.M.
Boring day so far… must… not… fall… aslee….
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February 26, 3:34 P.M.
Oops. Fell asleep on you, smeared my last message. It's all over my face. My face says… eelsa …llaf …ton …tsum …raf os yad gniroB
Now, what would be just perfect is if Harry walked in right -
…
…now…
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February 26, 3:37 P.M.
Had to chase Harry out. Sorry, Selma. You know, I'm beginning to think someone put an embarrassment curse on me? Like… someone intent on… never mind. Embarrassment… hm… probably Fred or George. Maybe they slipped something into my food when I wasn't looking… one of their pranks… [glares]
Don't they know I don't do well with embarrassment?
…
And didn't they know that Ron would suspect Harry and I of… stuff!?
Maybe it was… PERCY… trying to get Ron to get so angry with Harry that they won't speak to each other again?
… Maybe I'm just paranoid…
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February 26, 3:46 P.M.
Yeah, I'm just paranoid.
...
How can I get rid of the paranoia, Selma? I'm going to go to try and find a cure for it. Maybe a good… charm? Bye for now!
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March 1, 9:32 P.M.
I… am… irritated… at… my… brothers… Gred… and… FORGE… they took you again!! This time for… FOUR DAYS!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT!?
…
THEY READ YOU!!!!!
I think I'm going to die… where's my wand!? They were making fun of me for it! WHERE'S my wand?! Can you believe them!? WHERE'S MY wand!? I am seriously going to hurt them!! WHERE'S MY WAND!? Where did I put that stupid wand of mine?! Did they take that TOO?!
They've gone too far…
…again…
Aha! I know! I need to go ask Harry if I can borrow his wand.
He'll understand that I need it to be able to hex my brothers.
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March 1, 9:59 P.M.
Selma, I think I just felt what it felt like for Harry to walk in on me while I was dressing.
I left my room, and walked towards Percy's old room - Harry was staying in it for some reason, that really didn't make sense to me, because, he had his own apartment. Okay, well, that really doesn't have much to do with anything, so I'll just continue with the main point of the story.
Which, is similar to most my stories.
As I was walking towards the room in which Harry was staying, I didn't even think of the possibility that he might be getting ready for bed. I mean, at only 9 something? Yeah, right. I should have thought of the possibility that he might be tired, but oh no, never even crossed my mind.
So, as I was saying before I interrupted myself, again, I approached the door to 'his' room, and knocked on the door. "Harry, may I borrow your wand? I need to hex Fred and George, but they took my wand, so I can't exactly use it. And I really don't think barging in on Hermione and Ron would be a very good idea." I chuckled, listening for his response.
I waited for his response for a bit longer, then impatiently knocked on the door again. "Harry, are you in there? Hello?" I called out, raising an eyebrow at the door.
I then heard a muffled reply from inside the room that sounded to me like 'come in', so I grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, pushed the door forward and stepped in. As soon as I stepped in, though, oh boy, I wish I had just waited until tomorrow to ask for his wand. Or, just waited until tomorrow, so I could have asked Fred and George for my wand back... but, too late, it happened.
There he stood, with a shirt tangled around his head, his arms up in it - obviously trying to pull it off, but not succeeding - with only a pair of red boxers that had snitches on them. It actually wasn't too bad to see Harry like that at first ([major blush]), but after only a minute, I came to my senses, and my body stiffened completely, my face in a competition with my hair.
Harry had heard the door open, obviously, and tried even harder to pull the shirt off, succeeding in the end. He threw it on the bed, and turned his head to face me. His eyes were wide, and his face was red. After a couple seconds, he scowled, and crossed his arms. "Ginny, what are you doing in here?" he asked, his voice unnaturally calm, which unnerved me. He was supposed to be shouting at me so loud that people three blocks away would be waking up! I blinked at him, and my hands disappeared behind my back, gripping each other.
"Er... well, you see, uh, Harry, I was, uh, well, Fred and George, they, they stole my wand, and I wanted, to, well, see if you could, well, lend me your's, so I could, y'know, hex them?" I muttered. Smooth, real smooth, Weasley. I had thought, mentally kicking myself. Although, if you had barged in on someone while they're half naked, wouldn't you have stuttered?
"Okay, but, why didn't you wait until, oh, say, morning?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow at me. Why wasn't he bothered that I had barged in on him?! Oh boy, he confuses me. I drooped my head down in embarrassment, to hide my beet red face, and to stop staring at... well... yeah (Heh, heh... [shifty eyes, embarrassed blush]). And what does he do? He walks closer to me, but luckily, not too close to me. "Well?"
"Because, Harry, my mind was not clear, okay? I was so busy wanting to get back at them for taking Selma and my wand that I didn't really think about the time!" I exclaimed, snapping my head back up, my eyes glaring into his and my hands now on my hips. He looked at me strangely, and I realized that he didn't know I had a diary named Selma. "Oh, Selma's my... er, my diary." I cleared it up, and he nodded his head once, slowly.
"Oh... kay." he paused, then grabbed my arm, startling me, and making me blink surprisedly at him. "Well, if they don't give it back to you tomorrow, you may borrow mine to hex them with it, okay? But for now, unless you plan on sleeping in here, I would very much appreciate it if you leave." he then began guiding me to the door, still holding onto my arm. I pulled my arm out of his hand, and stormed the rest of the way to the door. Why was I so irritated? Maybe it was because he assumed that I wanted to sleep with him? (That didn't exactly come out right... heh heh...) Or maybe it was just my embarrassment.
Yeah, I think it was that.
When I reached the door, I turned sharply, and stared at him, a light frown on my red face. He looked, possibly, more embarrassed now than before, as well as curious. "Yes, I shall leave now, Harry. Goodnight." I stated, and before he could say goodnight back, I turned, walked out the door, slamming it behind me. Surprisingly, this woke no one up.
At least, I think it didn't. I won't know until morning, will I, Selma? I guess I should probably go to bed, shouldn't I? I just don't feel like it. I feel wide awake, like talking to you, or reading, or... just, something, that's not sleeping! Well, see ya, Selma, I'm going to find something to do.
... like, maybe, watch that Muggle thingy called a... tellinvision? I don't remember what Hermione said it was called...
G'night!
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March 2, 6:02 A.M.
Just woke up. Ony got abou threee hoours of seep. Sorrry about te misspellins and stuff, too tied too do it write. Mabe I sbould (A/n: Every misspelling is intentional) get more sleep? Goodmight, Slema.
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March 2, 8:25 A.M.
Much more awake now, Selma. Good morning! I can't believe I actually wrote that last message... Ugh! It's horrible, I should use that Muggle stuff that Hermione gave me (for some reason, I don't know why), white out... but, these pages are off-white. Maybe, I should use some... charm, to cover it up? Nah, I'll just leave it there...
... something to laugh at...
...
...
I guess.
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March 2, 8:28 A.M.
REVENGE!! HAHAH! Where's Harry, he said I could borrow his wand today? Gotta go, Selma, muahaha! Buh bye!
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A/n: This one sucks, right? Isn't as funny, right? I think it isn't. Of course, when do I ever think it doesn't suck...? Okay, well, there's chapter three! And, guess what? I don't own HP! And, also, I am going to reply to reviews! Yay-ness.
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