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Prema – Thanks for reviewing! I've actually done 5, but I only uploaded about two days ago, so don't worry, more coming! As for the funny thing, well haha I try -

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Slytherinphoenix7: I don't classify 'bloody' as swearing, as even they say it in the books. As for hell, no, not really swearing to me. As for damn... hmm. I wouldn't call that a swear word. It's more like a frustrated word to me. - Any other swear words in here then I probably slipped in by mistake :X Let me know, and thanks for reviewing.

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Thursday Morning, so early it's still dark, my bedroom

Hermione is coming today, thankyou god. Nobody else is awake yet, though I expect to hear mum getting up and about soon, pottering around in the kitchen. Then dad will be up, and one by one, the rest of us.

Pottering. Hmm, that word reminds me of Harry.

Oh Merlin. You see why I need Hermione? She can go through my diary, cross out anything to do with Harry and then it'll be easier. Then again, why don't I just get Ron to find me his old broken wand and I shall try to erase his memory with it. Then it shall backfire, and Harry will be forgotten from my mind!

Then again, I might fall in love with him AGAIN once I re-meet him. And my whole plan to get over him will be forgotten till I see sense and realise I should get over him. And that took me four years. By the time I'm over him again I'll be out of Hogwarts. On second thoughts, maybe this isn't such a good plan, if it even made sense.

The usual books this year... Standard Book of Spells Grade 4 and all that. Dad is happy that I did so well on my Muggle Studies exam last year that he's bought me a load of books on the subject. Second hand of course, but I don't mind that much. He thinks it will be a bonding experience.

Well I'm all for bonding! Because you know, if I bond with my dad it will take my mind off bonding with someone else who I'd like to bond with whilst getting my brother and his best friend together. Ahem.

I'm going to start reading Muggle Myths, Fact from Fiction by Lucia Storgè as soon as Hermione gets here. Then I'll look bookish, and she will be proud, and I can lie and tell her I've been so busy reading I've hardly noticed Harry's been here.

Oh yeah, she's supposed to be the smartest witch in Hogwarts, so I probably won't fool her, huh? Hermione did Muggle studies once though didn't she? In third year? I saw her doing Muggle Studies homework in the common room a couple times. And she's a muggle too, so she could help me, right?

Of course, Harry has lived with muggles almost all of his life, and his mother was muggleborn, but I am sticking to my plan. I am going to stay away from him!

Merlin, if someone were to read this diary, they would think of me as deranged, belonging in Saint Mungo's perhaps. I go from raving about how I want to erase Harry from my memory, to trying to plot for him to bond with me, then back to staying away from him.

Come to think, even I think of myself deranged sometimes. That is somewhat unsettling, actually.

I can hear mum downstairs, and I think if I want to look like I've been reading instead of writing pages upon pages about Harry, then I should probably get started on that book.

- Ginny

Thursday Night, pouring with rain, my bed

Hermione is here. She is on the bed across from me, correcting my Muggle Studies homework. Such a good friend, she is.

So she came a bit late, and by the time she did come I was actually quite involved in my book. Oh Merlin. I just reread that line. I sound so... Hermione!!

And now I sound horrible. Hermione is, as I said before, a fantastic friend, who is frowning at me.

"Ginny?" She is saying. "What the hell is a pottercom?"

"A Pottercom?" I repeat, somewhat confused. I blink.

"Yes."

"Are you sure it says Pottercom?" I ask, knowing that my handwriting is not abysmal, and actually perfectly readable, but just asking for the sake of it.

"Of course." Hermione is scowling at me. Do stop scowling, Hermione. It doesn't become you. "Let me read you the description you've written, alright?"

"Fine." I say breezily. I am so sure I have this right, though I don't really remember what I've written. I got started on my homework as soon as I got home from Hogwarts, simply so my holiday would then be homework free.

"A pottercom is a device muggles use to access the internet." Hermione reads. "Now, the description bit here about the internet." Hermione flips to the first page of parchment, "is correct. But don't you mean computer?"

"Computer?" I frown.

"Yes."

"Oh well. You know. Simple wording mistake."

"No actually." Hermione is still reading. Damn her. "A pottercom is a large box with glasses. It has incredible, sparking emerald green eyes, and adorable messy jet black hair with a lightning bolt, usually the brand." Hermione continues. "A pottercom's speed varies when it loads things but it flies so well on the Quidditch Pitch. It is boxy but so muscular from it's time on the Quidditch Pitch. I'd love for someone to buy me one." She finishes, raising an eyebrow. About time. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What do you have to say for yourself? Clearly you're not over Harry."

I scoff. "Of course I am!!"

"You described him." Hermione says flatly. "As a computer. No actually, a pottercom. Hmm. Potter. Now where have I heard that before?"

I scowl. "Alright, I'll fix it, but honestly, that's what my notes say." I assure her. I dig around under my bed, retrieve my muggle studies notes and pass them to her.

Okay there. Now that I've pacified her with my muggle studies notes, she can leave me alone to right in my diary, right?

Wrong.

"Oh my god Ginny, your notes really do say that." Hermione is groaning. Stop groaning Hermione. If Ron hears you he will stop liking you, honest. "Didn't it occur to you when you were writing it that it sounded a lot like Harry?"

"No." Yes.

"Well you'll have to rewrite it."

She does nag quite a bit, huh? Reminds me a little of mum.

"Ginny, what are you writing?"

"Nothing, my diary, that's all."

"Diary, huh?" She has this weird look on her face.

"Bloody hell, I'm not going to let some fifty year old book try and take over my mind." I snap. Merlin, when I snap I sound a lot like mum too.

"I never said that."

I am not going to reply. I refuse to reply. Besides, my hand is sore from rapidly writing out the conversation as we speak it.

"Ginny, what are you writing? Are you writing about me? Ginny!!"