Disclaimer: This is the last bloody time I do a disclaimer, alright? I do not own any characters, plots, etc. created by J.K Rowling or Louise Rennison. All I own is any original characters I have created (Julia, Di, Jenna, etc....). Sadly not Harry or Ginny. Sniff. Ah well.....enjoy the story!!

Chapter 7: Halloween...and Other Reasons to Kill Yourself

Still Friday, October 31st

10:22 PM

I love Halloween! I decided to make everyone notice me (muahahaha), so I wore this really great green set of dress robes instead of my regular school robes. Green, to match my necklace. Not my eyes though, sadly enough. I've got boring plain brown eyes. What's so great about that!?

So, as I glided gracefully into the dining hall (knocking over a first year in my gracefulness), again, every eye was on me. Including Harry's. He smiled when he saw me looking back at him. I smiled, trying to ignore my oh-so-discreet friends who were giggling and pointing.

We made our way to our house tables and sat down to eat. Me, Ginny, Di, and Jenna were all talking and laughing, when suddenly who should pop up, but Emily and Draco Malfoy, linked arm-in-arm. Disgusting, I tell you. Emily (with no yellow fur on her face this time...not that there is any difference) smirked as Draco sneered in a very Slytherinish way and said, "Well, well, what do we have here? It's Nicolson-Joyce and her posse. Sighing over Potter, for a change. You mudbloods are all the same." Actually, Di and Ginny are pure-bloods, and Jenna is half and half. I'm the only muggle-born, but it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is how Malfoy puts it. What a git.

As he stood there insulting me and my friends, Harry appeared suddenly, as if he was a magical hero or something. Oh, I love him, I love him! He cut in as Malfoy was drawling about how I will totally fail this year due to my mudbloodism, and said, "Quit being such a prat Malfoy. Leave Julia alone!" Malfoy sniggered and said, "Why? I'm having fun. Maybe I'll get father to send a certain Bellatrix on her and Weasel's sister here....oh, wait, you just being foolishly near them is punishment enough, seeing how it was your fault, and you know bloody well what I'm talking about. The Dark Lord can easily manipulate your fragile mind, Potter."

Harry looked livid, but before he could do anything I got there first. A sort of horrible rage had woken inside me (even worse than that time when Emily put pumpkin juice inside my hat in the third year), and I just got up, pulled out my wand (even though, yes, it was out in the open, and Prof. McGonagall was watching me form the staff table, and all), and I whispered, in an angry voice that was so unlike my normal one, "Don't you even dare speak like that, Malfoy. The mudblood here will bloody jinx you if you do, and will you be sorry indeed." I suddenly noticed Ginny had risen with me and was also pointing her wand out. Malfoy looked amazed. He glanced at us and scampered off. Harry looked slightly flushed at seeing us come to his defence.

A second later, McGonagall turned up. "What was going on here just a moment ago, Miss Nicolson-Joyce?" she said, her nostrils flaring like fire. I fought back the temptation to say something sarcastic and weakly replied, "Malfoy was insulting me and my friends. I simply warned him." McGonagall became angry and said, "Well, I'm warning you! There is to be no magic, let alone duelling, outside of class! And you too, Miss Weasley. Twenty points from Gryffindor. I am ashamed of you both." Oh, joy. Everyone will hate us now.

Harry shifted and said, "Thanks, both of you. I, er....better get back." And he went off to join his friends, who were looking very flabbergasted (that is a cool word). I sighed and went back to eating.

Ginny did too, but she looked all dreamy. I thought she was over him! She can't still like him, can she? Oh, here come the questions. What? Have I stooped so low as to actually start talking to myself?

10:23 PM

Yes, I have.

10:30 PM

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, SG. Woke up dreaming of him playing with my newly straight hair. Wow, dreams can be so much more satisfying than reality.

Wednesday, November 5th

5:26 PM

Lalala. Life as boring as usual...Ginny was acting weird today (even more than usual). She kept fidgeting (again, more than normal) and kept writing down notes during Transfiguration class instead of transforming small turtles into rabbits (as we were supposed to be doing) and then crumpling them up and banishing them to the bin (the notes, not the turtles).

I was really curious and I kept asking her about it, but then she would turn into carrot head/face mode and change the subject. What is she hiding? If it's another giant snake roaming around the place I'll kill myself.

Saturday, November 8th

8:08 PM

More news on the Ginny front: Jenna asked her if she fancied anyone, and she grinned sheepishly, changing the subject. Marvy. I just realized that she doesn't know I worship Harry Sex God James Potter (Nicolson-Joyce). Hmmmm, I think Julia Potter sounds nice, doesn't it? Ugh, I have become an old granny.

9:20 PM

Saw SG, and my lips just puckered up, it was ridiculous! He just did the usual (Hi, gorgey smile, walk past) and I just stood there, my lips craving his, of their own accord! I wonder if Aggie knows a spell to stop them form puckering up. I mean, how can I keep them under control, I am just one person!

Wednesday, November 12th

4:06 PM

Played a trick on Snape today. It was hilarious, really. Me, Di, Jenna and Ginny nearly wet ourselves laughing.

First of all, Jenna fakely asked Snape some crap question about the effects of shredded boomslang skin in a pepper-up potion. Snape looked annoyed but started explaining how to prepare it and what would happen, blah blah blah.

The short of it is, Di had the brilliant idea to, in a whisper, summon a bottle of eerie-looking liquid from one of Snape's shelves and drop it at his feet. It was hilarious because he leaped backwards and stumbled across Elliot Jenkins' desk, then crashed to the floor. All this to avoid the dark blue liquid that was seeping through a Slytherin girl's robes. She squealed and started twitching madly. Snape got up with this huge bruise on his forehead. It was too funny for words. I barely paid attention to his threats, I was laughing so hard. But he sensed it was us and gave me, Di, Ginny, and Jenna all detention. Greasy old rat.

7:30 PM

This is the second bloody detention I've had, and it's only the third month of term. God, teachers are so unreasonable. Prof. Delacour, our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, kept tutting at me and mumbling in French as I arranged and corrected Second Year homework in her classroom (the detention I was assigned. Di had to help Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing, Jenna had to polish the suits of armour on the fifth floor, and Ginny got to help Hagrid plant vegetables in his garden).

Prof. Delacour is actually really young, and I remember that in my third year, she was part of the whole Tri Wizard Tournament thing. She really is beautiful, and half the lads (no, I am under exaggerating. All the lads) can't concentrate in class because they are too busy jumping out of windows to impress her, or whatever. Good grief. She is nice and everything, but she can be so....French tutty. She is a tutting French teacher.

Hmmmm, I wonder if she even knows how much Snape wants her job. But even Snape might have given up, because he has this weird look in his eye whenever he sees her. No, not The Look, but...a sort of longing. Erclack, erclack, erlack!!!!