The Diary of Ginny Weasley (or Ginny Potter)

A/n: This story really has no plot. I just write out some stuff, and usually base it on my life. You can flame on the reviews, go right ahead. I don't care.

Chapter 1

The Coming of a Raven Haired Boy

11:03 A.M.

My room

Ok, Harry's coming to the Burrow for a year… And he's coming tomorrow! What to wear…

12:00 P.M.

Next day

Living Room

He's here! Yay! And he hugged me! Yay! And he liked my outfit! YAY! I need to go find a container for my joy, incase I need it later…

1:00 P.M

My Room

Unfortunately, that joy escaped, and I need it. Crap. Here's what happened:

I'm sitting on the couch. Harry sits beside me. No big idea, right? So, Mione walks in. Did I mention she's at the Burrow?

Mione: Harry, Mrs. Weasley needs you.

Our couch is very old, so it makes weird noises. Harry stands up, and the couch makes this weird noise that sounds like someone passing gas.

Fred: Ginny! Why would you do something like that in front your future husband?

I was ready to explode. Harry turned redder than my hair, if possible. I ran into my room, where I am now. I'm going to kill Fred… Or George. Which one was it?

5:00 P.M.

Kitchen

Harry dropped his fork!

5:01 P.M.

Kitchen

Harry picked up his fork!

5:02

Kitchen

Harry got a new fork!

5:03 P.M.

Kitchen

Harry took a bite of potatoes!

5:05 P.M.

Kitchen

Ok, Ginny. You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

You are not obsessed with Harry Potter.

OWWWWWWWWWW!!!! WRITER'S CRAMP! OWWWW!!!

6:00 P.M.

Outside

Mione just had a weird talk with me about… Dare I say it… Ron. I knew she fancied him, but she's obsessed! I dinner, Ron had dropped his fork, picked it up, got a new one, and took a bite of potatoes, and Mione, having a diary like me, wrote about it every step of the way! Wow. I thought I was obsessed! Oh, someone's coming!

7:00 P.M.

Outside

That someone happened to be Harry. His lips taste like vanilla ice cream!!!

Me: Oh, hey, Harry.

Harry: Hey, Gin.

It's now an official rule that only he can call me Gin.

Harry sat down by me. Yay!

Harry: You know, I've been thinking about how much we've really talked lately.

Me: You mean, I'm not "Just Ron's little sister anymore?"

Harry: No.

Yay!

Harry: And I think I am actually starting to like you.

YAY!

Harry: And by the way, you're drooling.

Ummm… Non-Yay.

Me: Oops.

Harry smiled.

Harry: The stars are nice tonight.

Me: Are you flirting, Potter?

Harry gave me a look. I love that look. Wow, his eyes are so… Amazing.

Harry: You're drooling again.

He smirked. How could smirks look so… Hott?

Me: And what's wrong with drooling?

His smirk drew bigger.

Harry (in a Madam Pomphrey tone): Because it is not healthy! And visiting hours are over!

I giggled. Even more spit found its way out of my mouth. Harry smirked even more. We sat in silence for a while. His smirk finally vanished.

Me: Don't stop, its hott.

Harry began to smirk again.

Me: You have always looked hott, even when you were all slimy in the Chamber.

Harry: That wasn't my fault! It was Voldemort's!

We sat in silence again. My hand found its way over to Harry's. His hand was soooooooooooo warm! Yay! I pushed a bit of hair behind my ear.

Harry: You look a lot cuter with it down.

And he kissed me. YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!! He wrapped his arms around my waist. God, he had only kissed once, and yet, he was so professional!

Me: How did you get so good at kissing?

Harry: No Earthly idea.

You couldn't call his kissing snogging. It was too delicate. Cho makes a good kiss into something far more rotten than even Tom Riddle!
We were at each other for another twenty minutes when we finally came up for air. Then my dear darling brothers walk up. (Note of sarcasm there)

Fred: Finally! We thought you were going to die like that!

George: You realize, Gred, that these pictures are perfect for black mail?

Fred: We could show them to Malfoy!

Harry and I: NO!!!

Ron: Oh, yes. After you guys showed my baby pictures to Hermione, this is perfect!

Fred: Oh! Those were absolutely hilarious. Weren't they, Feorge?

George: Indeed!

And with that, the idiots walked away, leaving Harry and me alone in the dark.

Me: You do realize that your lips taste like vanilla ice cream, don't you?

Harry: What does that have to do with anything?

I shrugged, and we started kissing again.

9:00 A.M.

Next Day

Kitchen

The buffoons weren't bluffing when they said that they had taken pictures. Mum kept saying things like "You two are such a perfect couple!" or "You have got to let me help with the wedding!" Fred and George started chanting "Potter and Weasley sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!! First comes love, second comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage! That's not all, that's not all! Then comes Potter drinking alcohol!" They are so childish. I WILL get revenge!

12:00

My Room

Oh, and revenge I got! Ha ha! I lured idiot 1 (Fred) 2 (George) and 3 (Ron) outside. Then, I went into action. I ripped up every single mail order idiots 1 and two ever got. Then I mailed idiot 1 and 2's girl friends, Alicia and Angelina, and broke up with them, pretending to be their boy friends. I mailed Hermione, pretending to be Ron, and said that I was cheating on her. Ohhhhhhh they are so P. O. ed!

1:00 P.M.

Oh, I'm so excited! The boys, Hermione and I are going to have a night of spin the bottle! And Fred and George claim they have Fire Whisky!

7:00 A.M.

Next Day

Living Room

Spin the bottle was so much fun! It is now officially my favourite game! I have got to record this!

Everyone was sitting around the bottle.

Fred: Just if any one had forgotten, the rules are simple. You spin the bottle, and who ever it lands on, has to pick truth or dare. The person that spun the bottle asks the question. I have bewitched the bottle to go bazzerk if any one lies. Any way, the person can either answer the question, or spin. If you spin, who ever it lands on is the person you have to snog. If it is on the same gender, please spin again, because I do not want to be sick tonight. Every one got it?

Every one nodded their heads. Harry went first. The bottle landed on me.

Me: Truth.

Harry: How many guys have you wanted to shag?

Me: One.

Harry: And who might that be?

He smirked.

Me (blushing): You.

Mione went into hysteria. Fine, be that way. I spun the bottle. Yay! It landed on her.

Mione: Truth.

Me: How many guys HAVE you shagged?

Mione: None.

The bottle remained still. I started pouting like a two year old. Then Fred went. It landed on Hermione again.

Mione: Truth.

Fred: I think I'm gonna say the same as Harry. How many guys have you wanted to shag?

Mione: None.

Once again, the bottle stayed still.

Me: Stop sticking to effing rules, will you?

Mione smirked. George went. It pointed at me.

Me: Dare.

George: I dare you to snog Harry for five minutes.

Me: YAY!!!

And Harry and I started kissing.

Ten minutes later

Mione: God! He said five minutes! Not a week!

I broke the kiss.

Me: I think all of the vanilla is gone now.

Harry: I promise a fresh supply tomorrow.

I giggled. Then Hermione went. It pointed at George.

George: Truth.

Mione: Have you ever thought about snogging me?

Mione smirked.

George: NO.

The bottle went hay wire. We all laughed.

George: A single soul to Mum, and you are dead.

Harry: I don't know. After those pictures, I think we should.

Then it was Ron's turn. It pointed at Harry.

Harry: Dare.

Ron: I dare you to snog Hermione in the bath room.

Me: TOUCH HIM AND DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mione: Sorry, Ginny. Rules are rules. And I'm not going to spin, because I want to see if he is as good as you say he is.

I groaned, and looked away as Hermione turned something good into something rotten.

Mione: You're right, Ginny. His lips do taste like vanilla ice cream!

Me: I told you, Harry!

The game went on pretty much like that, except Ron literally broke his nose, Hermione admit she had a crush on Ron, Fred said he had shagged ten girls, and I am on the list of people Harry hates. But only in a playful way. Like how a two year old would say "I'm not your friend any more!" and start pouting. YAY!!!

Chapter one for you. I hope you enjoy. I promise more is on the way.