December 20

Dear Diary,

Wow, now it's the sixth time today. Time flies when you have no life, eh? Well, back to the subject of lives, I think I kind of crushed one. You may not be able to see, diary, but I've got one large cage, enough to fit a human, in Hermione's head girl dorms. I don't think that she'll ever come in here, mainly because she shacks up with the head boy (Blaise Zabini), so I've got nothing to worry about.

Did I tell you about what happened just a few minutes ago, diary? Apparently, Harry and Malfoy were having some sort of fight and Malfoy conjured up a painting and flung it at my poor friend. Harry was hurt, but Malfoy took even worse. Remember that loving Bat-Bogey Hex I threw at him during his fifth year? Well, let's just say this is sort of a reenactment.

The poor little ferret is locked up in the cage … and you know what's really amusing about it?

He is an actual ferret!

That book on jinxes and charms from Hermione was rather useful. I've got that little … rodent (pardon the pun) in the palm of my hand. He's, at the moment, scurrying his way to freedom, which I don't think he will ever reach.

He's rather cute for an animal. He's a very light blonde color, hence his human hair. He's also very fidgety. I tried holding just a few seconds ago and the bugger almost ran away. Don't want that happening now do we?

You're probably wondering why I'm keeping the little mammal and the truth is, I want him to learn a lesson. I've tried reasoning, but does he listen? Of course not! He's Malfoy, remember?

Back to the subject at hand now. I'm planning to just keep him cooped up here for the night and tomorrow morning, I'll change the little bastard back into his human form. Hey, did I mention that I have his wand? Quite long if you ask me. I think it's around 13 inches … wink.

Well, that's all for today, my darling diary. Until tomorrow …

All my heart,

Ginevra Weasley.

Ginny shut the book closed and placed it in the drawer besides Hermione's bed, happy that she pocketed it just before the duel. She was sitting on Hermione's dark red duvet, now in her pajamas. She quickly changed when she entered, borrowing Hermione's night top and bottom. Her hair was still hanging loosely off her head, the curls erupting into what looked like a volcano.

Ginny stared at the cage in front of her and smirked. "Horrible little bugger, aren't you Malfoy?" she asked aloud, satisfied with what she did. The ferret ran around in circles, showing that he was quite pissed. Ginny just had to laugh. "No point in trying to annoy me, ferret," she amusedly, "you're trapped in there and you'll be trapped in there over night."

Ginny gazed up at the clock and noticed that it was two hours before dinner. Deciding that she should just take a nap, Ginny laid down onto the bed and covered herself up with the comforters, ignoring the squeals and squeaks from a certain Malfoy at the foot of her bed.

Ginny smiled in her sleep, loving the dream she was in. She was getting married, in a beautiful dark green dress, her hair in an elegant bun. Her mother was crying and her brothers were smiling happily for her. Hermione was her maid of honor and Luna was one of her bridesmaids. A small girl, around the age of six, was standing beside her with her fiery red hair. Ginny concluded that that was one of her brother's children, although her eyes, a steely gray, threw her off. "And now I pronounce you, husband and wife!" yelled the priest, also known as Albus Dumbledore. Ginny, in her dream, turned to her newly wed husband and crashed her lips onto his. He smirked against her mouth and kissed her back, hearing the applause of their audience.

Ginny moaned and shifted in the bed, her eyes still closed. Only then did she notice that she didn't even move at all. Fluttering her eyes open, she found a very smug Malfoy above her, his hands pinning her arms above her head. He had one of his legs in between hers, as if holding her back. Her breathing quickening, she noticed that his nose was touching hers softly, a very intimate gesture, sending soars of butterflies to her stomach. That's when she realized … "What the hell, Malfoy!" she shrieked, "why aren't you in your cage?!"

He grinned mischievously and moved his head away, grabbing something by his teeth. Ginny eyes widened. There, in-between his straight teeth, was her diary. She felt tears well up in her eyes. "Did you read it?" she whispered, her tone so soft, that it surprised Draco himself.

His gaze softened. "I didn't think it was important," he said firmly, but sincerely at the same time.

Ginny swallowed.

"So," he drawled, brushing his lips against hers, feeling her sigh contentedly, "you're falling for me?"

Changing the subject, she asked, "Why aren't you in your cage? How the hell did you get out?" She ignored that fact that he just kissed her, although she could still feel the warmth of his lips.

He smirked, released her body and transformed into the ferret, causing Ginny to jump back up in surprise. "Oh God," she groaned, "you're an animagus?"

He transfigured back and sat in front of her. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm a Malfoy, aren't I?" he countered arrogantly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "If you're an animagus, then why didn't you just leave? Why are you still here?" She glanced at the clock and cursed. "It's already midnight, I slept … for a while."

"Why'd you moan my name while you were asleep?" he asked huskily, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ginny's cheeks colored. "I--Well--that's none of your business!" she snapped, folding her arms over her chest. "And why the bloody hell did you read my diary?!" Her tears were forgotten and soon the rage overcame her.

He rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Weasley, it's not much of a big deal. So what if you're infatuated with me? It's not like it isn't mutual," he stated in his usual drawling tone.

Ginny stared at him. "What?" she asked lamely.

He shrugged and got up off the bed. "So, will you please tell me where my wand is?" he asked, swaying the conversation.

Ginny bit her lip and thought of something. "It's over here," she said blandly, reaching underneath the mattress and pulling something out. Just as he was about to grasp it, Ginny yelled, "Incarcerous!" Ropes flew from out of her wand and straight for Draco, binding him by the arms, legs and waist. A chair appeared as if from nowhere and landed behind him, the ropes tying up to the chair and pushing Draco into it and up against it. "You're not getting away that easily, Malfoy," Ginny said in a sly tone.

He struggled. "Get these things off me, Weasley! I swear, when I get out of here, you will get your punishment!" he threatened.

Ginny rolled her eyes and placed her wand back below the mattress, right next to his. She situated herself in the sleeping position, and said in a chirpy voice, "Happy dreams, Malfoy!"