Note: Ginny's real name is Ginevra. I call her Virginia. 'Nuff said.

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Down With Sin

II: The Joke's On You

Dear Journal (not diary),

Merlin, I'm so glad that you don't talk back. So now you can't even laugh at me.

I'm sitting by the lake right now. This week's been really crazy. First that run-in with Malfoy – so happy he hasn't mentioned it! What exactly did he mean, though, when he said 'that's just how he likes them?' Crazy boy.

I've also been running from Professor Snape. He let me back in the classroom after the dress incident, surprisingly enough (especially since I posted blown-up pictures of him in the Great Hall at supper that day). But I don't know why he got pissed when I asked him where his dress was. Then he started chasing me around the school whenever I asked if he was having mood swingd from 'that time of the month.' Geez. Crazy old people.

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Uh oh, here he comes. Gotta run!

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Hey, stop laughing at me! You're not supposed to laugh.

Love,

Gin

I tossed the book in my bag, praying that it wouldn't find the nice-sized hole in it, and took off running. As I ran up the front steps, I tripped and everything flew out of my bag. And I mean everything. Homework, papers, pictures I took at the most recent sleepover, and (here it comes) tampons. Oh, gosh. Unfortunately, there was a group of guys nearby, and they all started laughing.

"Ginny, are you ok?" I groaned.

"Harry, go away, I'm busy! Do you want me to be mutilated?"

"Eh? Do you mean by Snape?" Thank you, Captain Obvious. I tossed something at him after he helped me pick my stuff up. The tomato tint that his face took (as he realized that I threwone of the tampons I picked up at him) made me laugh my arse off.

"Miss Weasley!" Shit. So much for running from Snape."Excuse us, Potter." He nodded, trying to make it seem likehe was being civil... Hah. Civil. Civil, my ass."Miss Weasley, here, and I need to discuss her most recent Potions essay."He grabbed my arm and dragged me down to the potions dungeon. Surprisingly enough, Malfoy was there.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked, irritated.

"So sorry to bother you, Professor, but-" was that a smirk? "- I need the young Weasley here for a bit." Snape raised an eyebrow at Malfoy, who calmly added, "It's for DADA, sir."

"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley and I have important business to discuss. Could this wait?"

Malfoy looked at me, amused, before turning a neutral face towards Snape. "Sorry, sir. Class emergency. She's needed immediately."

Then why are you taking your bloody time about getting me out of here? Good grief.

I swear I heard Snape mutter, "Oh, fine." He sounded like a little kid who had his candy stolen from right in front of his face. As Malfoy and I walked out of the classroom, Snape hissed, "This isn't over, Weasley!" (no snake pun intended!) I grabbed Malfoy's hand and hightailed it down the corridor.

"Can't seem to keep your hands off of me, can you?" Malfoy saidarrogantly. I turned around and stomped on his foot, after letting go of his hand. Damn, I can't believe that I hadn't seen that comment coming.

"You know, Malfoy, you'd make a rather gorgeous girl." I grinned, showing all of my teeth. He whimpered and half turned away, putting his hands over the 'jewels.' I pulled out my wand. "Transves… oh, nevermind, you'd kill me if I removed those. Draqueeno! … ooh, finite incantem, finite incantem! You actuallydon't make a very pretty woman, Malfoy." I patted him on the back, pretenging to feel sorry for him.

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Hey, he doesn't need to know that I was just hiding the camera that Colin gave me for my Sweet 16.

"Of course I make a very pretty – uh… nevermind!" I glared at him. "What the hell? Is that film?" My eyes followed his down to the floor, where a roll of film had fallen out of my sleeve to.

Oh, crap."Thanks, Malfoy, I'm sure that these pictures will be absolutely beautiful. Trust me, you will eventually know how they come out!" I grabbedthe filmand ran. Five minutes later, in Gryffindor tower, I stopped and collapsed onto the floor.

Colin came up to me. "Hey, Gin-bug, what's been going on?" he asked casually.

":wheeze: Ran… Malfoy and Snape :cough: dressed drag :snort:. Hey, Col? :gasp: need pictures developed."

"Is that supposed to be a question or something?" I nodded at him. "Well then, get down and start groveling!"

"What the hell? You have officially lost your mind!"

He grinned snarkily. "Hey, no grovel, no picture." I sighed.

"Fine, fine," I snapped. "Colin, you are officially the Gryffindor Sex God, not to mention the sexiest guy alive, and I love you, and you need a girlfriend. How about I find you one?"

"Sheesh, so much for groveling. I'll develop the film for you."

I squealed. "Thank you!" Then I aimed it at his head.

Colin gave me a kiss on the cheek - absolutely platonic. "Yeah, you know you love me." He walked off before I could throw something else at his head. "By the way, here comes Ron."

"Virginia Weasley! I can't believe what you have done today!" Why is my brother always fuming?

I groaned. "Shut up, Ron."

"I most certainly will not! You threw a… a… a you-know-what at Harry!"

"Heh. You act like I threw You-Know-Who... more appropriately Voldemort at his head." I watched with amusement as his face turned white and then red.

"No! For all I know, it's worse! And I STILL can't believe you threw one of those THINGS-"

Hermione breezed by. "It's called a tampon, Ron." My brother spluttered.

"You were in on this, too?" She gave him a 'look.' "Anyway. And what's more, I saw you running through the hall holding Malfoy's hand! What have you done with my sister?" He walked around me and checked up and down forsome kind ofsign that I was a clone or whatever. I kicked him before he got too close.

"No, Ron, I'm not your sister. And I love Draco Malfoy so much that we're getting married in an hour and I'm… well, no, I'm not pregnant, thank Merlin!" Maybe he didn't detect the sarcasm there, because he passed out. Excuse me while I go up to my dorm room and laugh my ass off. " Of course I'm your sister, dumbass. The joke's on you, bro."

Mind you, the author loves Ron fainting just as much as – if not more than – Ginny does. Don't get me wrong, though, I love him!