Chapter: 2- The dying days of summer
Author: AnG3L666
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER and all related characters and elements are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.Harry Potter Publishing Rights © JKR Summary: Ginny's thoughts in the form of diary entries. During her sixth year, Ginny comes to terms with many things; school work, annoying teachers, growing up, and a few crushes along the way. Not to mention some mild nostalgic thoughts concerning a certain tall, dark haired boy.
Author's Note: Ok, well I know this is kinda slow and somewhat boring, but I just wanted to get into school, and "tomorrow" is when school starts. Well, that's all I think...Enjoy!
30 Aug 1997
Well, I tried to sleep. I really did. Ron and Harry however, wanted to play Quidditch. And really, who am I to say no to that? So we went out to the field and played a bit. We don't have a Snitch, so Harry played chaser with me. We were basically practicing with Ron. He's gotten much better over the summer, and he should have no problem against other teams when Quidditch season starts again. It had been the fourth or fifth time I'd scored in a row, and Ron accused me of pushing the Quaffle through the makeshift goal post. I asked him if he was accusing me of cheating and he said he was. I started to fly toward him, but Harry flew at me from the side as Ron flew at me from the front. I didn't fall far, only a couple of feet, but Ron and Harry were laughing, almost hysterically. I was sprawled out on the ground and looking up at them and laughing, when I noticed the night sky above them. I don't know what it is, but something about the star filled sky has always intrigued me. Maybe it's the fact that it's always there, always present, even if we can't see it, or maybe it's just because Ron and me used to lay out here as kids, looking for shooting stars and naming all the constellations we could.
Andromeda was always my favourite constellation, because of her story. Her mother, Queen Cassiopeia was so vain, saying she was more beautiful than the Nereids, which of course angered the fifty sea nymphs. They in turn begged Poseidon to punish her, and he did so by sending a sea monster to ravage (hee hee...'ravage' is such a cool word!) Ethiopia. Her father, King Cepheus chained her to a cliff, as a sacrifice to the sea monster. But Perceus, after saving her by killing the sea monster, married her. Their story is so romantic; the classic knight in shining armour. Only in that time, he probably wouldn't be wearing armour. Maybe fancy sandals.
Anyway, I guess I had been lying quietly for too long, and Harry looked down at me, worried. Him and Ron jumped of their brooms and came over to see what was wrong. They were talking to me gently as if I was in a coma. I blinked once or twice, you know, just sort of refocusing after looking at the sky for too long, and Harry let out a sigh of relief. He said something along the lines of 'Are you hurt?' and when I shook my head no, he continued with 'I think it's time to get to bed.' Him and Ron helped me up and we collected the Quidditch stuff and went inside. They said goodnight to me on the landing, and continued up to Ron's room. I know I said I was over this, but I think I still do sort of like Harry. Maybe I am just a little dazed, but he seems genuinely concerned about my welfare. That means a lot to me. But he was so gentle, and, and, well, I don't know. But for a few seconds there, when he was looking at me, asking if I was alright, concern written on his face, I got those little butterflies in my stomach. I thought, yea, I could live the rest of my life with someone like this.
Argh! What am I saying? I would go crazy if I spent the rest of my life with someone like Harry! He's much too...adventurous! Well, maybe not, but Harry just isn't my type. I'm obviously too tired to continue, so I'll go do something else.
Ginny
31 Aug 1997
Tomorrow we leave for Hogwarts. Mum's in a frenzy, trying to get everything ready, which is herself, mostly. Me and Ron are the only one's left at Hogwarts. Granted, she also has to see off Harry and Hermione, but it's not like we'll never see her ever again. I'll miss Mum of course, but you don't see me going all hysterical. Apparently Mum's preparing a huge dinner for tonight, and inviting the whole family. I'm not quite sure why, only that it has something to do with the fact that her 'two youngest babies are growing up so fast!' Yep, that sounds about right. Ron's face went all red when she said that and Harry laughed. Hermione wasn't in the room so I went to look for her. I found her in our room. She was sitting silently on her make-shift bed, and since it was the first time we were really alone, we could talk. I asked her what was wrong and she burst out crying! I was somewhat shocked but quickly went to comfort her. She cried on my shoulder for a bit while I rubbed her back. She looked at me, her eyes red from crying and her cheeks wet with tears, but she smiled slightly. I tentatively asked her what was wrong, and she sighed. I thought she might start crying again but she was strong.
"Oh Gin!" she said, "This is my last year at Hogwarts! I am nowhere near ready to go out into the world! I still have no idea what I want to do. I still have so much to learn." She began to cry softly again, but I could see she wasn't telling me everything.
"That's not all, is it?" It was more of a statement than a question. I knew there was something else, and it bugged me, even though I didn't know what it was, because it bugged her.
She shook her head, making her hair sway slightly. "Ginny, I'm, well, I'm 17," she sniffed a bit and was more than a little hesitant. I told her she could tell me anything, and I would never tell anyone. "Yes, I know. But, I'm 17, and I've never really, well, I've never really been in a, relationship. Is there something wrong with me?" She started crying again and I realized Ron hadn't told her he liked her that day at Diagon Alley. I comforted Hermione the best way I knew how.
"Oh 'Mione, of course there's nothing wrong with you! You're beautiful and smart, and I don't know why no one will admit to liking you! Last year, Dean Thomas told me he liked you and-"
"Then why didn't he say anything! Oh Ginny! I know you're trying to make me feel better, but really! You don't have to lie!" Hermione proceeded to cry harder.
"I swear Hermione, I swear on anything! He told me he liked you at one of our celebratory parties after we won a Quidditch match and he'd had too many Butterbeers. He also told me he didn't want to say anything because he -hem- thought you liked Ron." I hoped this would make her stop crying, but it only made it worse.
"But I do! Oh Ginny! You know what its like, when you fancied Harry and he didn't notice! Oh Ginny! What am I going to do?" By now I was thoroughly annoyed at Ron, who had failed to tell Hermione he was hopelessly in love with her, as I'm sure he is. I guess I didn't look at all surprised, mainly because I wasn't, but Hermione quieted and looked at me. "What? Ginny, tell me." It was more of an order than a request, and I couldn't help it.
"I know you do, like Ron I mean. It's kind of obvious." Hermione looked terrified. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it without making a sound. She did this a couple more times, and she looked like a fish. "Don't worry though, Ron hasn't noticed." She calmed considerably and changed the subject by asking me if I could teach her how to do something nice with her hair.
We talked about hair for a while. I taught her the charms I use to make my curls stay ringlet-y all day. It took her more time than it does me, because she has to do a number of charms to get her hair curly in the first place. It didn't really stay in ringlets but fell in soft curls. Then she asked me how she should do her makeup. I looked at her somewhat quizzically, and she hurriedly added that she just wanted to keep up with the times. I let the pathetic excuse slide. She needed something to get her mind off of boys. I ended up giving her some of my favourite eyeshadow, and told her she didn't need much, it just sort of enhanced her already lovely beauty and only further brought out her eyes. I think she really forgot about everything, that is, until Mum called us down for dinner. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. I told her not to worry.
"Hermione, with your hair curly like that and the lavender eyeshadow just draws people to look at your brown eyes! Oh Hermione, you're beautiful! Don't worry!" She gave me a huge hug and we went down to eat.
Fred and George where there, trying to sell some of their products, including their Wildfire Whiz-Bangs and of course, my favourite, the Ton Tongue Toffees. Mum said I couldn't have any, but they slipped me a few of each, which I later put into my trunk. I haven't much time left to describe dinner, so I'll do it later. Tomorrow we leave for Hogwarts!
Ginny
1 Sept 1997
We're on the train at the moment. But to describe dinner. When Hermione and I walked into the kitchen, Ron and Harry were still not there, and that's when I got the Toffees and Whiz-Bangs. But when Ron walked in...Oh it was so funny! He stopped dead in his tracks watching Hermione set the table, her hair falling over her shoulders, her face positively glowing! And he turned the brightest shade of red I've seen! Harry, who had been walking behind him crashed into Ron when he stopped suddenly, and looked around for what had made Ron stop. When he saw that Ron was looking at Hermione, and Hermione, having noticed that Ron was staring at her, was blushing, Harry's face split into a huge smile and he was forcing down a laugh. He winked at me and shoved Ron through the doorway.
Simply by coincidence , Ron and Hermione were forced to sit beside each other at dinner. The whole family saw the way they had been ogling over each other, and basically, we all worked together to arrange the seating accordingly. I had to speak 'urgently' with Harry, and Charlie decided that he needed to sit beside his 'baby sister', because he hadn't seen me in a while. That took care of Hermione not sitting next to me, but Harry's other side was still free. Bill, who had been able to floo in for dinner, took the opportunity to talk to Harry about some curses or something of the sort. I'm not really sure. Fred and George sat beside Mum and Dad, leaving two seats beside each other. When Ron saw what we had done, his ears went red and sat down in a huff. Hermione glared in my direction as she sat, but I just smiled. She may have been a little angry, but really, it was for the best!
Anyway, the rest of dinner was pretty uneventful; Harry and I had a few good laughs about Ron and Hermione's somewhat awkward conversations. All in all, it was great fun to 'organize' and watch. Maybe now they will get the hint! Probably not, but what can you do? The food was, of course, delicious, and it was good to see Bill and Charlie again. After dinner though Ron did ask me what was so 'urgent' that I had to take his spot beside Harry though. I simply said "Hermione." Needless to say, he glared at me and stomped off.
Harry had been standing there and he laughed. Gods, I loved his laugh. And his smile, his big, full-faced, full-hearted smile. It really made his whole face glow and lit up his eyes. I think I stared at him for a while, I know I did actually. But he didn't seem to mind, because he stared back. Yep, I think I am officially infatuated with Harry Potter...again! Oh the woes of me.
Ok, so I figure he likes me; maybe I am being very hopefully, but I think he does. So one would logically think that I should just open up and tell him, right? Well, I don't exactly act logically when under pressure. So I just smiled and went upstairs to bed.
Of course, Hermione and I chatted awhile, well, the conversation started with her fuming at me, then progressed to small smiles, and finally she was practically begging me to do it again.
"Come on Ginny! You have to! Look, maybe he'll actually notice me-" I snorted but she continued, "and we could, well, you know," She blushed slightly.
"Go out? Like, on a date? To like, Hogsmeade or something?" She nodded to each response. "You really like him don't you Hermione?" Truthfully, I already knew the answer. Really, who didn't? But I wanted to hear it from her; I wanted to hear Hermione say she really liked Ron.
"Yeah, I do. I really like Ron. I have for a long time." She blushed but turned to face me. "And you, miss? You really like Harry don't you?" My eyes must have been huge, and my jaw dropped.
"H-Hermione! What are you...what? You're bloody mad! Me, like Harry? No way!" For all my arguing and denial, all I got from Hermione was a delicately raised eyebrow. "Well, maybe a little, but really, everyone likes him a little!" Hermione shook her head but dropped the subject.
We both got ready for bed then, and after the light was turned out, I turned towards my window and looked out at the stars. Is it even possible, for Harry and me to be together? I mean, not that I'm pressing to be in a relationship, but just out of curiosity, could it ever happen?
Ginny
A/N: Yes! Chapter two! Review and tell me what you think!