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Friday Night, extremely windy, once again in my room

Today was really terrible, I'm telling you. I was sitting innocently at the kitchen table, fixing up my Muggle Studies homework, since Hermione was making such a fuss about it, and who should come by but Harry?

"Hello Ginny." He goes, all casual. How can he be so casual?! How can he not realise I am trying my hardest to get over him?! He is not making it any easier. How dare he walk around in all his Harry glory?

"Harry." I didn't look up. Smart of me. Besides, I was too busy using HobbleStank Parchment Imitation Ink. All I do is get a sponge, wet it in HobbleStank Parchment Imitation Ink and wipe over my mistakes and then the spot is once again blank. Brilliant, isn't it?

"What're you doing?"

"Fixing my muggle studies homework."

"Oh. Can I see?"

"NO!"

Harry looked hurt, but obviously I couldn't let him read it; I hadn't finished wiping off my description of a pottercom, um, computer.

"It's really bad." I added really quickly.

"IT can't be that bad."

"It is."

"No look, I'll just read it over, I grew up with muggles." And before I knew what he was doing, he'd picked it up and started reading it.

Actually, I don't think it was that bad. He raised an eyebrow, returned it, said goodbye and walked off. When I checked it all that was about the pottercom was 'glasses, eyes black hair speed.'

Well that's not so bad, is it? Is it?!

Saturday Evening, twilight, living room Everything is extremely peaceful. We just had an early dinner, where I once again managed to avoid Harry. The only thing I even had to say was "pass the salt please."

Incredible, huh? Hermione didn't look very pleased though.

"I thought you were trying to get over Harry." She said, all disapproving the minute we left the table.

"I am!" I was genuinely surprised here. Had she not seen my efforts at all?!

Hermione snorted. "Oh yes, you were just all over him at dinner, flirting like mad. Fluttering your eyes. 'Pass the salt please Harry!'" She mimicked in a high, overly enthusiastic voice.

I glared at her. "Shut up. I was not fluttering my eyes."

Then Ron came in so I shut up. "Hey Gin, did you have something in your eye at dinner or something?" He asked, though I could tell he wasn't all that concerned.

Hermione gave me this 'I told you so' look. Really, and I thought she would be helpful.

Ron and Harry are playing a game of chess, Hermione, as usual, is buried in a book. Dad is reading the Daily Prophet. He didn't get to read it this morning, because he had to do some Order thing.

The twins are thankfully in their room, hence the peacefulness. Bill and Charlie are away, doing stuff for the Order. Gee, the Order of the Phoenix sure takes up time, huh?

Oh. Ron just beat Harry at chess. Surprise, surprise. Honestly, I wonder about Ron. His hobbies include chess, chess, chess, practicing like mad on Quidditch (he told me he wants to get into the team this year), occasionally degnoming the garden with me, though that's not really a hobby is it, and of course, what he does the most.

Write letters to Hermione.

Now don't misinterpret that. I don't mean he writes a lot of letters to Hermione. Well yes, actually, he does.

But she doesn't receive them all.

You want an example? Take two days before Harry arrived.

So Ron had just finished his latest letter to Harry. Since Fred and George are always in their room (where alarming sounds come from) and not terrorising us, we get bored pretty quickly, so I was hanging out in Ron's room.

"Get out Ginny."

"Aw gee thanks Ron. You certainly have a way with words."

"I'm writing a letter to Hermione."

I huffed and pretended to be annoyed, and walked out, then when he wasn't looking, peaked around the door.

Now, I'm not kidding here. Ron took about two hours to write one measly letter. First he wrote one about 2 rolls of parchment long. Then he threw it out. And he kept going. Over and over.

God, he takes a lot of time writing to Hermione. Though I'm willing to bet she looks forward to the latest letter as he does to hers. They always come around the same time, everyday at about noon.

But anyway. Wow, what a long entry. My hand is throbbing. Ouch.

- Ginny

Saturday Night, cold and extremely windy, my room

Why is England so cold? I was just in the most boring discussion with Hermione. I don't know. I like her, don't get me wrong. She's very nice, and she's actually quite the rule breaker.

But her interests are not the same as my interests. Her interests are books, homework and Ron.

Books? Nah. Not really my thing. I mean, occasionally the good book comes along. But I prefer books with stories, plots, and twists. She prefers school books. Enough said.

Homework? Uh no thankyou?

Ron? Oh for god's sake!! My interest is not in Ron! That is just wrong! Besides, we all know very well that I am in love with Harry and he is destined to be my soul mate.

Oops. That doesn't sound much like a girl wanting to get over him, huh?

"Ginny, this book is SO interesting." Hermione gushes. Oh god. Not books again.

"What book are you reading Hermione?" I say wearily.

"The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why Muggles Prefer Not to Know by Professor Mordicus Egg." She is still gushing. Oh enough with the gushing already!!!

"That's nice. Is it mine?"

"Yes I hope you don't mind. I just finished reading your other book Muggles Who Notice by Blenheim Stalk."

"Mm hmm."

"When you finish the one you're reading now can I borrow it?"

"You can have it as soon as you finish reading that one." I say dismissively. "Knock yourself out."

"Thanks Ginny!!" Hermione is beaming. Wow, she is quite pretty when she's not grouching and nagging.

"No don't worry, I mean it. Knock yourself out."

She doesn't get it. For someone quite smart, Hermione really doesn't get sarcasm, despite the fact Ron having told me she is the master of it.

Ha! We'll see about that.