Disclaimer: No. I do not own Harry Potter. Fool.

A/N: Please please please please! REVIEW ME DAMMIT! I know the last chapter was sorta boring, but the delay for this one was due to the lack of reviews. I want reviews!! Grr!! Arr!!

Sunday afternoon, overcast, kitchen table

Wow, it's been really rainy and stormy and windy these days.

Oh. Hermione just read that over my shoulder. She's quite the nosy one.

"Rainy, stormy and windy? What are you doing, describing the seven dwarves?"

"Who the hell are the seven dwarves?"

Mum just chose that moment to walk in. "What was that Ginny?"

"Nothing mum." Oh how lovely it is to know muggleborns who teach me to vent my frustration in non wizarding language.

"Okay dear." She looks suspicious but whatever.

"The seven dwarves. Part of a muggle fairytale, Snow White. I loved it as a kid." Hermione is explaining. Hmm this sounds fairly interesting. "Surely there are wizard fairy tales? Honestly, I haven't read about it yet. But I could get a book on it, couldn't I?" Her eyes are shining.

My god, who gets excited over books?! My eyes only shine when Harry is near.

Ahem.

"Well we have plays." I say, shrugging in what I'm hoping is a somewhat helpful manner. "Hélas, j'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds." I say, nailing the pronunciation quite well. Wow, go Ginny!

Hermione just blinked. Whoa. I should get an Order of Merlin first class for this. I just confused Hermione Granger.

"Alas, I have Transfigured my Feet." I say somewhat loftily. Hey, if I know something she doesn't may as well take advantage of it, right? "A play by a wizard named Malecrit."

"Oh." She says faintly.

Haha. This is quite amusing.

Note to self: Confuse Hermione more often. Actually, do it in front of Ron. Then he won't feel quite so intimidated by her braininess.

Wow, I really have this matchmaking thing down!! Now if only I could enlist Harry's help... um, I mean, what?

Monday Night, raining (shocking, um, not), the kitchen

So I came in here because everyone is in the living room and I didn't feel up to being social while writing my diary.

We go back to Hogwarts soon. Next week. Summer sure was fast.

Oh my god. Harry just came in.

"Hi Ginny, what are you writing?"

"My diary." I say cautiously. If he's going to get all suspicious like Hermione one must be cautious, right?

"Oh. Wow, if it were me I wouldn't be able to write in a diary ever again." He comments. He's sitting down. Harry Potter is sitting across from me.

I shrug. Wow, nice, casual shrug! I should be an actress. Go into theatre or something. I can star in that play, Hélas, j'ai Transfiguré mes Pieds.

"Well it doesn't reply, or advise me to open chambers in bathrooms. That's good enough for me. And I do like to write in my diary. It helps."

Casual conversation with the Boy Who Lived, who would have thought? Hey, that's quite the catchy title. I should start a muggle show with that name as my show or something.

"Yeah. Do you still think about your first year?"

I scoff. "Of course. Everyday. Every night before I go to sleep even."

"Oh."

I just realised something. I never thanked Harry for saving me in first year. Well, bit late though. Four years later. He's getting up to leave! Oh no!!

"Harry..."

He's turning around. Phew.

"I never thanked you for saving me from Tom in first year."

He flashed a grin. Oh sweet Merlin, why am I trying to get over him? There's no fighting it! And look at that grin!! "Anytime Ginny."

If Harry is going to save me like a brave knight in armour and flash me grins like that, maybe I will go find that diary again.

Not.

Tuesday Morning, sunny, outside sitting on a bench while everyone else plays Quidditch

As soon as I've written in here I'm off to join them playing Quidditch. I too would like to join the Gryffindor team, so I'll make it quick.

When we were getting ready to go to bed, turning off the lights and snuggling down under the blankets and all that, Hermione reminded me that going back to Hogwarts also means Harry seeing Chang.

Which sucks.

I never got over Harry this summer. I mean, I have a week, but I'm not doing very well, am I? Why, in my last entry I was about ready to give into temptation of the Boy Who was Stolen by Cho Chang.

But I am determined. By the end of summer, I will be over Harry and I will be able to call Cho Chang, Cho, and not Chang, or Cho Chang, or the Ravenclaw man eater or some other words which, if said in front of mum, muggle words or not, I would probably be grounded for.

Okay, I'm off.

- Ginny

Tuesday Night, cold, sitting on the stairs

I just had the strangest conversation with Harry and felt the need to record it. These days my diary is always with me anyway.

So we were clearing up after dinner, because some Order members came, so mum and dad went to talk to them. Fred and George had gone off to see somebody, and though they wouldn't say who, I heard them muttering things like "business" and "merchandise" and "impressed." So I'm suspecting they're trying to sell their joke products or something.

Ron was having a shower and Hermione had just gotten a letter from her parents so she was writing to them, so mum was all "Ginny, you can clean up can't you?"

"Without magic?" I gave her the most pitiful loo ever. Honestly, I should become an actress.

"Oh, muggles do it all the time. Please, Ginny, because this might take a while." She gestured towards the front hallway, where the Order members were speaking in low, fast voices. Obviously it was an emergency.

"Fine." Harry then volunteered to help me.

Do you think this means I have a chance? That he might like me? Because I mean, he volunteered to help me clean dishes the muggle way and we all know how long that takes.

This means he'd be spending time with me.

Right? Okay, no. Merlin, for the last time, I'm trying to get over him! And he has a girlfriend!!!

Unless he's using me because he's lonely and longing for her?

No!!! Of course not! Harry wouldn't use me! He's not that kind of guy. Plus it would mean that's he longing for Cho, and we don't want that.

Um, I mean, yes we do. Damn it, it's like I have multiple personalities, like that wizard mentioned sometime in the past four years of History of Magic.

One of us wants Harry, one of us doesn't.

Oh who am I kidding? Both of us want Harry. My personalities, I mean.

So as I was saying before I went into a long rant on Harry's feelings for me (which I will continue later, rest assured... wait, I will not!!! Argh!) We were cleaning the plates. The muggle way.

I have nothing against muggles. But honestly, how can they live without magic?

"So, I heard about you and Cho."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. From Hermione."

"Oh.... What do you think of Cho?"

"Me?" I was surprised of course. Merlin, why would Harry want to know what I thought of Cho? I mean, I'm just his best friend's sister, soul mate, kindred spirit, potential love of his life.

I am choosing to ignore those outbursts. You should do the same.

"Yeah. I mean, it's important what you think of her too." He insisted. My heart skipped a beat. Seriously. It kind of hurts actually. But did Harry want to know in case he was in love with me and was hoping I was jealous? I certainly hoped so. "Because you know, she might be with us on the train and stuff."

I hope my face didn't fall too much. The train ride. That's all he cared about? Gee, thanks. Then again, that's basically the only time at school I'm ever around Ron, Harry or Hermione without a whole mob of other people.

"Oh."

Harry gave me a funny look. "You okay Gin?"

"I'm fine." I said faintly. "Cho... she's..."

"She's..." Gee, talk about persistent.

"A seeker." Was all I managed to come up with.

"Yes, so?"

"She would distract you in your Quidditch game, like a couple years ago." I said, getting into it quite well. "I overheard someone saying that's what happened."

"Yes. Well. Okay?"

And then we finished cleaning plates. Bit of a shame really. Maybe I can ask mum to let us do it again some day?

Or maybe I should ask to be sent to Saint Mungo's, because that's what would happen if I did.

Wow. Long. Ouch.

- Ginny