(A/N: sorry I haven't updated in, like, EVER but i got lazy and.... yeah.... I'm working on another story on so that took up some time, but mostly i had school and, well, forgot because i have to keep my grades up. not that you people care. if you want my pen name for fictionpress just ask. Chapter 5 is up!!! wait-- is this chapter 5? goodness, i've forgotten! whatever. and i know that in the beginning, ginny supposedly got a haircut... let's forget that happened, shall we??? it's crucial to upcoming events. -Claer)

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Sunday, September 6

8:30 AM

Getting ready to leave for Hogsmeade…

Bridget is wearing a pinky-purplish tank top… screw that, Ginny has just informed me that the color is 'fuchsia'. Okay, so I am wearing a light fuchsia tank top, with capris and brown open toed sandals. Along with a jean pocket-book, hand bag. Bridget looks adorable!

(Fiona coughs loudly.) Ahem. Fiona is wearing a cute mini skirt that shows off her legs, a blue… sorry Gin, I mean a 'sapphire' camisole with a small jean jacket over it and of course a 'magenta' hand bag. And these really awesome chandelier-style earrings that Gin bought for my birthday. Fiona looks cute!

Do I really have to do this? … (Ginny notes the visible and very threatening looking stares from Fiona and Bridget and makes the hasty decision to write down what she is wearing.)Gah, fine. I am wearing baggy jeans (Muggle guy pants… so much more comfortable that girls pants… THAT'S RIGHT BRIDGET I AM INSULTING YOUR PANTS) with lots of deep pockets to keep all the crap from Honeydukes' because I am an insufferable chocoholic. WOOHOO CHOCOLATE! I am wearing my Him band tee (is an American band… very good) and was urged to add accessories so I put on a studded belt and my pretty charm bracelet. (Actually 'urged' isn't the correct word… more like severely threatened.) Ginny looks… clean? And happy because she is rather comfortable thank you very much.

How you know you're going insane:

Angry friends make you write down what you are wearing out to Hogsmeade in your diary.

-Ginny

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Two hours later—held hostage in a clothes store. Is it Abercrombie and Witch, or American Wizarding Eagle? Subject A forgets.

It has been a weary journey since Subject A has arrived in Hogsmeade. Is hungry. Is stuck on the doorstep outside store. Subject A is very bored. Is occupying time with looking for Harry. Has not talked to her since Friday night. Misses seeing his amazing green eyes, his toned body (yes Subject A has seen his body… only the torso though…), his mischievous sort of grin. Wonders if he owns any maroon socks like Ron.

Subject A is clearly going delusional from hunger and lack of chocolate.

Checks watch. Subject A realizes that it's been a very long time since Fiona and Bridget have been in shop.

Subject A leaves in search for Honeydukes'.

How you know you're going insane:

You refer to yourself in third person.

You also refer to yourself as 'Subject A' instead of 'Ginny.'

-Ginny

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Sometime later, in Honeydukes'

CHOCOLATE?! OOOO MINE!!!! (abruptly stuffs face)

You know I haven't seen Bridget or Fiona yet? I think it's been about twenty minutes since I left them. Or something. Time sure does fly when stuffing your face!

I doubt they've even noticed I'm gone. They'll know I'm in here though. I have a chocolate fetish.

I'm just telling you that in case you didn't already figure it out.

But of course you didn't, because you're an inanimate object!

Oh god.

How you know you're going insane:

You start talking to your diary after you've resolved to stop.

What is wrong with me?! Is it some chunk of undigested beef from last night, churning about in my stomach, that's gotten to my brain? Is it? It has to be. I mean, if there's one thing that'll make someone have mental problems it's almost always—BOOGER! HAHAHA! BOOOOOOOOOOGER!

Okay, no, it's not undigested cow. It's a sugar high. Wow, that explains a lot.

Harry's walked through the door with Ron and Hermione. Ah, that beautifully messy black hair! I love the way it falls into his emerald eyes, and how cute he looks when he brushes it away. He's so hot. And now, I may watch him, unnoticed, unwatched, and in total secrecy. BWAHAHA! I feel so 007, you know? (I've watched those Muggle movies with James Bond) I can monitor his every movement, without him knowing. Him, standing there, ordering Chocolate Frogs so blissfully unaware of my—

Oh shit. He just waved and smiled at me. I guess I'm not such a good spy after all. Oh well. He's walking over her with Ronald and Hermy. Maybe we can both just forget the awkwardness about the whole Truth or Dare party. Well, not forget, forget (I can only hope he dreams about it at night, cherishing each moment), but you know, not talk about it. Because really, how embarrassing is that? I'm hoping we can avoid that topic, if that idiot brother of mine, Ron, can just leave it alone. Or if Bridget comes in, if SHE can just leave it alone.

I'll write again later.

-Gin

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1:22 PM

Sod it. Sod it ALL!

I didn't get to talk to Harry because Bridget came banging in, yelling for me to get my ass up and get moving. She practically dragged me out, with my chocolate bar sticking out of my mouth, and Harry as well as the entire store staring at me.

But other than that, that's the only staring done to me the entire day. In fact, everybody else has been staring at Fiona and Bridget. We walk by a group of guys and what do you know, they are all in a zombie like trance, drooling after Fiona and Bridget. It's gotten annoying. Wipe up that puddle, bloke!

God, I mean, honestly! It's not that big of a deal!

… FINE! I'LL ADMIT IT! I AM JEALOUS OF BRIDGET AND FIONA FOR BEING SO BLOODY GORGEOUS! THERE I SAID IT!

Bridget said to me after a group of upper-classmen Ravenclaw guys started whistling after them: "You know, they would, well, be checking you out too if you… dressed differently."

Of course I know she wasn't mean about it, but the truth is that she's right. But I'm not changing what I wear and how I dress. It's like… suffocating my artistic individuality. I like my chains, my studded items, my baggy pants, my band-tees, my hoodies, and my Converse and skate boarding sneakers. I like my shirts with funny pictures and jokes on them. I'm not wearing a mini skirt or tighter pants, or low-cut shirts. So, yeah, it would feel better if SOMEBODY looked at me, (because really, I'm not unattractive, it just SEEMS that way while standing next to the gorgeous and stunning Fiona and Bridget) but it's who I am. It's my soul.

Wow, I've just read the last paragraph and it's so… spiritual.

But why do guys looks at scantily dressed girls? Or girls who show off their curves? Why?

How you know you're going insane:

You ask your diary questions, when you know it won't answer.

I know the answer: HORMONES. Trust, me I've got six brothers and all they think about is getting into some girl's pants. Even Percy thinks about that a lot, but he'd never admit it. But I KNOW he's done it with Penelope Clearwater, because after the big Gryffindor Party after we won the Quidditch Cup, he was walking around in a sort of daze with this big smile plastered on his face for a couple of days. Heh.

Bridget is now hollering for me to get her a size 5 for her jeans she's trying on.

…Help me.

-Gin

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2:06 PM

BWAHAHAA! I HAVE ESCAPED!!!!! I'M FREEEEEEEE!!!!!

Well, you know, when they started towards Victoria's Secret I panicked and made a mad dash in the opposite direction. Of course Bridget tried to drag me in there, but I was like a wild animal. Literally. Actually, I think I bit her. Lacey lingerie scares me.

But that doesn't matter because I'm taking refuge by the hairdressers' place called, "Madeline's Boutique'. Hmm… I'm thinking about a hair-cut. I am really so effing tired of this hair. It's so bloody long! Down to my waist, yeah? Argh.

I am getting a hair cut dammit!

-Ginny

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2:40 PM

It. Looks. HORRIBLE!!!!

HAAHHA! PSYCHE! Actually, it looks great. Fabulous! (did I just say fabulous?)

How you know you're going insane:

You try to psyche out your diary.

You say: "fabulous".

I LOVE IT!!!!!

The front of my hair is long enough to tuck behind my ears, except for two little pieces; they're fingered across my forehead (Ew, not that way pervert! It's when you take gel between your index and thumb and take a strand of hair and bring it across. It's hard to describe.) And it looks … I dunno spunky. And the back of my hair is short, not like buzzed, but you know, it's short. Like, pixie-style almost.

BWAHAHAHA!

Now I have to go and find Fiona and Bridget and see if they recognize me.

-Gin

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12:10 AM

Bumped into Harry shortly after last diary entry.

"Oh, sorry Harry," I said smiling apologetically.

Harry just blinked at me. "Who are you?"

Wow, I had a greater affect on people than I thought! I'm like… INVISIBLE now. Nobody knows who I am!!!! BWAHAHAAHA! But of course, at the time, I was sort of shocked. I shouldn't have been, because, you know, I don't really KNOW Harry that well, even though he's over for most the summer. "Uh, Harry? It's me, Ginny."

He studied my face for a moment, and then he grinned, "Gin! It IS you!"

HE CALLED ME GIN! Not a big deal, actually. "Yep. I can't believe you didn't recognize me!" I said in mock-hurt, "Oh, the pain! That's cuts me deep Harry, real deep…"

Harry laughed, "Oh really?"

I staggered forward and leaned heavily on him, clutching my heart. "You've wounded me. I don't think I'll make it…"

Smirking, he said, "Well, if I told you I thought it looked cute, would you survive?"

HE THOUGHT IT WAS CUUUUUTE!!!!! I was surprised, but I concealed it and looked up at him as if I was struggling to live (actually, I think I was—I swore I had a heart attack). "Maybe…" I looked up at him, straightened, stopped leaning on him and grinned, "You're forgiven."

Something flickered in his green eyes… I dunno WHAT it was.

He grinned widely, "Wanna go get a Butterbeer?"

I almost started hyperventilating. But I calmed down a little bit so I didn't faint, but not enough to prevent blushing. Damn those Weasley genes! This only made Harry grin wider. Must… not… swoon… GAH! Did you know that he has a DIMPLE?!?! Only on one side though. So cute.

"Sure, but where's Ron and Hermy?" Okay, maybe it was a little rude but usually the three are connected by the hip.

Harry grinned at me knowingly. "Oh, they put up a lame-ass excuse of looking at books, but Ron is practically allergic to books, so..."

I raised my eyebrows. "Hermy and Ron snogging? Interesting..."

Harry grinned at me. "I'll leave them to it. So what about that Butterbeer?"

"Sure."

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(A/N: Sorry it's such an abrupt ending, but you see, that's all I had... review please you people! And you should because it would be nice. Hee hee. I wuvv you! -Claer)