(A/N: I will be doing this story along with my 'Get Me Out Of Here!' fairytale fic. I always liked H/G pairing, but always thought I'd be doing L/J fic first. I guess not! So please enjoy the diaries of our favorite, Ginny Wealsey, as she pursues Mr. Harry Potter, and runs into many odd situations in the process. Enjoy and review! -Claer Roe)
Disclaimer: Most the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling, and last time I checked, I wasn't her.
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Monday, September 1
9:55 AM
Dear Journal-
Yeah, I have journal/diary thing. So what? Okay, yeah, I've had serious issues with diaries since my first year at Hogwarts, but it HAS been four years right? I'm a fifth year now. I'm not scared. I mean, Tom Riddle hasn't possessed this right?
TOM RIDDLE IF YOU ARE IN THIS DIARY I WILL HEX YOUR BLOODY ASS FROM HELL AND BACK!
See? No one in here!
Hermione and Mum decided that maybe I should keep a journal you know? (After much thought, I suppose, because whenever I see a diary I set it on fire.) I'm "going through a hectic and confusing stage in my life and need something to put my feelings into". I probably set them off by getting my eyebrow pierced. You should have seen it—Mum was hysterical. I think it looks brilliant. And I cut my hair short, like to my chin. I don't see what the big deal is, but Mum thinks there's something wrong with me. Bill and Charlie, Fred and George thought the eyebrow piercing was brilliant, but they told me when Mum wasn't in ear-shot, because she would have flipped. Ron likes my hair at least. Percy… well Percy is a different matter. He is such a boring git. He said to me sternly, "Ginerva, I'm not at all sure I approve of this radical streak you've acquired over the summer. I mean, cutting your hair and getting your eyebrow pierced? Ginny, what has gotten into you? I so do hope that your visit to Hogwarts straightens you out." Bah! Honestly here! I am an ARTIST. Artists are more-or-less radical in certain ways and they take this time in their life to find themselves. What's the big deal? Bill understands me at least you know? Percy thought I should be checked into St. Mungo's. Or at least a nunnery.
Anyways, so right now I'm on the Hogwarts Express. We were late because Fred gave Ron one of him and George's new chocolate nuggets that make you fart constantly. Mum threw a raging fit. George fixed it (eventually) and so we just made it in time. I thought it was hilarious, as did Harry, but we had to smother the laughter or Mum would've bloody chomped my head off. But not Harry's head. She adores Harry. Did I mention that I still adore Harry too? Yep, isn't it pathetic? I mean, I'm a bloody fifth year and I'm still smitten with Harry!!!! Gah, I hate my life sometimes.
Will write later.
-Ginny
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1:20 PM
Brilliant ceremony, as always. I'm eating food right now (I got some chocolate pudding on you journal, sorry) like there's no tomorrow. Yummy. Cho and her friends can diet all the bloody hell they want but I'm stuffing my face, because I'm not insecure and I have a theory to abide by: I'm only young once, so I might as well clog my arteries and eat all the crap possible. Brilliant, right?
Harry just told me I have some lasagna on my face. Ack! How embarrassing!!! He just smiled at me (fondly? I hope so) and continued eating his pudding. You know what I like about him? His eyes. They are such a beautiful, stunning shade of emerald. They always have this mysterious twinkle, like he has this little joke all to himself. …Okay I have to stop myself before I swoon.
-Ginny
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Tuesday, September 2
12:27 PM
Ah, I just woke up. It WOULD have been nice if I hadn't been woken by Lavender bursting in, screaming like a person who just got her leg chopped off.
(Lavender bursts in shrieking): "AAAAAH!! OMG, OMG, OMG! PARVATI! HE ASKED ME OUT!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?! I AM LIKE, SO HYPERVENTING!!!!!"(even in my state of sluggish morning stupor, I was able to identify that it's 'hyperventilating' not 'hyperventing')
Then Parvati jumps up from her position of applying lip-gloss and starts shrieking too. "OMG!!! HE DID?! WHAT DID HE SAY?! OMG, OMG, OMG!!!! WHEN WAS THIS?!"
I pulled back the curtain to my bed and yelled, "BEFORE I WAS HAPPILY SLEEPING APPARENTLY! OH MY EFFING GOD, HE ASKED YOU OUT! NOW CAN YOU PLEASE CELEBRATE SOMEWHERE ELSE?!?!?!" I am clearly, as already depicted, NOT a morning person by any means. Lavender and Parvati left in a huff, but I do not care. They'll get over it, because… HE ASKED HER OUT!!!! OMG!!! Whoever 'he' is, I feel bad for the poor bloke.
Agh, I can't sleep. I'm already wide awake now. Must go get lunch.
-Ginny.
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2:22 PM
I hate Malfoy.
Actually, everybody hates Malfoy, 'cept for that evil girl, Pansy.
He stopped me in the corridor coming back from the Great Hall. "What style are you wearing now Weasley? I guess you've stopped trying to be poor." He sneered. Not only did it look like he had a bee up his nose, he also didn't make any sense.
"It's called 'punk' Malfoy, you git. Now leave me alone." I took a step to the left, but Malfoy mimicked my step.
"Still going after that prat Potter?"
"None of your bloody business," I said, taking a step the right.
"So you are."
"I never said that."
"But you never said you weren't."
"But I never said I was."
"Well," Malfoy looked down his nose at me, "You hardly have a chance anyway."
I glared, "That's interesting coming from someone who snogs Pansy Parkinson in the nearest broom closet every night at nine o'clock."
Malfoy paled, then stepped towards me menacingly, blue eyes flashing. "Who. Told. You. That."
I rolled my eyes, "It's no big secret Malfoy. The entire bloody country of Great Britain can hear you. Now MOVE Malfoy!"
"Not for you, you filth. You don't deserve to be Pureblood!!!" Malfoy thundered. I really hit a nerve. And, of course, now practically everybody in the corridor was stopped and was looked at us with interest.
I threw up my hands, "You are so bloody f'ed up! Just MOVE!"
"No."
Malfoy is whacked, I tell you. WHACKED. So I took a step to the right, then the left, then the right again, Malfoy imitating each move. "Move, or I'll have to do something you'll regret."
Malfoy smirked. "Try me, you Weasley."
So I grinned, took a step back, and slammed my fist into his nose, and kicked him hard in the groin. I smirked at him, and bent down over his howling figure sprawled on the ground. "Take that BITCH!" Then I stepped over his body and continued onward, to the Gryffindor Dormitory. Behind me, I could hear applauds.
Life is good.
-Gin
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(The second chapter with be up soon enough. Please review, because I want to see if you like the Ginny I've depicted so far. Yes, Hermy and Ron and Harry and Co. will come in more sooner. Love all you little people! -Claer Roe)