A/N: Slytherinphoenix7: The changing of past to presence tense is just what you said. If Ginny is describing something that happened it's in past. If it's happening currently, it's in present.

Tabytha: It's here now! Thanks for the cookie ;)

Wednesday Afternoon, about to storm, kitchen countertop
So here I am sitting on the kitchen countertop. It's quite the view. I've decided that I need to experience diary writing from a different perspective.

Well actually, that's what Hermione told me. She said it would be more interesting if I wrote my diary from say, the roof or something.

Yeah. Well.

I'm worried about going back to Hogwarts. I know I said I'd be over Harry, but I can't seem to do it!! I'm concerned that the minute I see Chang (most likely on the train snogging Harry or something) I'll bat bogey hex her on reflex or something.

I don't think I mentioned Hermione and Ron, (yes, Ron!!) are prefects. I don't really care, which is probably why.

Hogwarts next week...

You know, I think this kitchen countertop is reacting with my nervous energy and causing me to be unable to write and be my cheerful, happy self.

So I'll have to stop writing.

Note to self: Remember to tell that excuse to Ron and/or Harry for their next Divination lesson.

- Ginny

Wednesday Night, stormy, my bedroom
We had a surprise visit from a bunch of Order members. Mum and dad went into this whole big conference mode and shooed us all up to our rooms. I can't be bothered to listen in, since I know Fred and George will tell me later anyway.

Oh. Here comes George. "Ginny, they're saying something about Sirius and some house. Grim old something." He reports.

"Okay." I say. He's carrying some fleshy piece of string. Yuck. "What's that?"

"Extendable ear."

Oh he's gone now. I never thought about Sirius having a house for some reason. I'm surprised the Ministry aren't staking the place out, since he's still on the run and all that.

I'm obviously off the kitchen countertop but I don't feel any happier. I wish Harry hadn't asked me about Chang. He must be pretty serious to ask me, right? Because he needs my approval?

But why would he? I mean, maybe he wants my approval because he's in love with me but thinks he can't have me?

Oh Harry, you can, really!!!

Um.

Or perhaps because... oh sweet Merlin, no!! Harry wouldn't be asking for my 'approval' of Chang because I'm like family to him am I? Harry, no! I'm not like family! Really! You can ask me to marry you and have your children!!!!!

Is it just me, or are my outbursts getting worse?

- Ginny

Friday Morning, raining, cold and windy, my bedroom

I didn't write all yesterday.

Why?

I'm traumatised. I have barely come out of my room. Yesterday morning Sirius came, so we hung out with him. Yesterday afternoon we played Quidditch. Yesterday night we discussed who we liked.

Ron, Hermione, Harry and I were in Ron's room. I was sitting on Ron's bed with Hermione, and the other two were on the bed Harry was staying on.

Hermione later described the event to me as "straight out of an American teen sitcom."

Whatever that is.

Anyway. So Hermione and Harry were talking about Seamus and Lavender finally getting together. And Ron goes "everyone knew they were going to get together anyway. I mean everyone in Gryffindor tower who likes who."

"More like everyone in Hogwarts." Harry said, snorting.

"Yeah, true." I said, thinking of how everyone knew of my love for Harry but Harry. Also how everyone knows of Ron and Hermione but well obviously, Ron and Hermione.

"Well I mean, everyone knew about you and Cho." Hermione piped up.

"Yes." I said darkly, "Cho."

"Yeah well. I didn't always like Cho." Harry said defensively. "I had other people in mind you know. I still do."

"Ooh thinking of other women while you have a girlfriend. Tut, tut Harry." Ron smirked.

"I'm not thinking of them. I'm just saying if the opportunity came along..." Harry blushed and decided to change the subject. "But who do you like Gin?" Harry pressed.

Ron smirked again. I'm sure Hermione told him I'm in love with Harry, but Ron doesn't seem worried, just amused.

"I know." He said coyly. "Would you like me to tell you Harry?"

"Not unless you want me to tell everyone in this room who you like Ronald." I said pointedly, glancing at Hermione then winking at Harry.

Hermione frowned at me, Harry laughed and Ron looked worried.

"Ginevra." He said in a low, threatening voice.

"Yes Ronald?" I asked primly.

Ron scowled and then we were called for supper.

While Hermione was reading in my room and Harry was brushing his teeth, Ron dragged me out into the garden.

"Oi, Ginny."

"Oi, Ronnie." I said in annoyance. "What is it?"

"You don't reckon Hermione likes Harry do you?"

"What?!" I stared. "Whatever made you think that?"

"Well before, when you winked at Harry Hermione glared at you like she was jealous or something." Ron said, frowning.

I snorted. "Hermione wants me to get over Harry."

"So she can have him for herself?"

"Ron, may I remind you he has a girlfriend?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too bitter.

"Yes, but that's beside the point. And Harry said that thing about waiting for others to come along if the opportunity presented himself. D'ya think he meant Hermione?"

"Ron, I would rather not discuss Harry's love life. It irks me." I said shortly, and went back inside.

So that was my night. Harry, going out with Cho and already liking other girls. I'll never have a chance. Plus Ron wants me to do some kind of spy thing for him and find out who Hermione likes.

As if I don't already know.

Friday night, windy, my bedroom (still)

I came pretty close to leaving my room. Hermione thinks I'm overreacting. She said that I'm being ridiculous and drawing attention to myself. She said Harry and Ron will wonder why I'm not coming out.

I told her if she didn't sod off I was going to tell Ron how she felt about him.

She left.
Okay I know, not the funniest chapter I've ever written, but review me anyway, please?? The purple-blue review button is calling you!!