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A/N: I really don't have anything to say here but I like those little authors' notes…so just enjoy reading…
St.Mungo's Cafeteria, November 30th, 12:25 PM
My worshipper and worshipped diary,
As I eat what supposed to be my fit for human consumption lunch (come on! It's hospital food!)I ponder how the hall Ron and Hermione managed to get me to say yes to their crazy idea and stay at the Burrow for a whole week. Not a weekend but a week!
It's not that bad because I have Dad to pamper me, but I also have Mum there, which to itself can be really nice unless you're idea of nice, is a middle aged witch that rants on and on about how her poor youngest and only daughter isn't married let alone that she doesn't even have a boyfriend or even a proper date since she was fifteen.
Last night was a real treat because Fred and George came along with their wives, Angelina (Fred's wife) and Katie (George's wife) for dinner, but that's not all, noooooooo, guess who came to dinner with them? That's right! Harry and Alexa, Witch Weekly couple of the year for the two years in a row (they made Audrey interview them last year, in my house!) can it get any worse?
Of course it can!
(Flashback Thingy!)
Everyone is already by the table; I'm sitting between Angie and Katie opposite Harry and Alexa. I remember seeing once in a movie a single woman, a little older then I but we share the same feelings, say:"what can be worse then a smug couple? Lot's of smug couples". It's even worse when you're moronic twin brothers are there.
George: so Ginny, how your love life?
All heads are facing me, including Harry that's looking really strange at me (last time I saw him giving me that look was when I used to be his friend and give privet lesson about how to kiss a girl) and Dad being really amused.
Alexa: leave her alone, George, if she doesn't want to tell you about her love life she doesn't have to.
Was that Alexa helping me? I was shocked, most of the time we ignore each other but when she's in her Slytherin mood (she rarely isn't) she likes to point on my loveless life. Maybe now she's trying to be nice?
Alexa: it's not her fault that she's alone. Most women at your age are alone, but that's only because they were too picky when they were younger and now they pay the price.
Me: are you saying that I'm a complete failure?
Alexa (patting Harry's hand and smirking at me): of course not! I'm merely trying to explain why women at your age are still single.
Me (my Weasley temper starts to rise up): do I have to remind you, Alexa, that you are the same age as me?
Alexa (she's really enjoying this): that's my point, Ginny, were at the same age only I'm in a steady relationship while you're still leaving with your parents, now if you weren't too picky-
Me (I was now standing and held my knife very firm): too picky?
Alexa (and here that familiar slytherin sneer and lip curl): as I said, if you weren't too picky while we were at Hogwarts you could have been on your way to holly matrimony, maybe even with my Harry.
Me: get out!
Alexa: I beg your pardon?
Me: I said, GET OUT!
BOOM!
All of a sudden a great wind broke into the house and all the windows and doors were open and I felt my anger build up as I looked at her awed face.
Me: get out of my House! NOW!
I pointed at her and I don't know how, but somehow the wind whisked her away as she screamed at the top of her lungs. There was a soft silence and then we heard a splashing sound and I guess that the winds send her our pond.
I felt the wind weaken and I realized that everyone was staring at me, with really strange expressions.
Fred (gulping and he had a quivering voice): umm...Ginny?
Me (hissing at him): what!
Dad: you're floating.
I looked down and saw that indeed I was not touching the ground. I became quiet for a few seconds and then…
Alexa (from our pond and I guess she was wet): H A R R Y!
Harry jumped on his feet still looking at me hovering yet very much confused.
Harry: ha yes, I have to go and help her...thank you for dinner, Mum (kissing my Mum), Dad (Patting my dad on the shoulder), Fred, George, Angie, Katie goodbye everyone. Bye Gin.
Thump!
Three years of not talking to each other yet the moment he said my name I fall to the floor bang my head on the table and lose my conscious. Just what the healer ordered.
(End of Flashback Thingy)
After everyone left, Mum approached me and told me that what happened isn't an abnormal thing, actually it's the most forceful way Weasley show their power but only when it comes to their loved once. Of course I told her that I don't know what loved one she's talking about but all she did was stroking my hair and give me a knowing smile.
I hate it when she gives those smiles!
Lunch brake is over; I have to go back to my patients.
Love,
Gin. (Did he really call me Gin? I have to stop thinking about it…)
My Living Room, December 3rd, 18:37 PM
My Merry Diary,
Ron finally left and I have my house back. Audrey is coming back tomorrow from Adam, and Hermione's of at the ministry doing over time.
Whoa! What's that on my kitchen table?
Be back in a minute,
Ginny.
By My Kitchen Table, December 3rd, 18:47 PM
My speechless as I am diary,
There's a big vase with many white, red, and cream with a little red at the tip of its petals, roses and there was a note attached:
The Red Rose whispers of passion
And the White Rose breathes of love
The Red Rose is a falcon
And the White Rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud with a flush on its petal tips
For the love that is purest and sweetest as a kiss of desire on the lips.
Patient Is a Virtue, my love.
If you heard that diary, that was my heart skipping a beat.
I have a secrete admirer!
WHOOPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Love,
GiNnY!
Living Room, December 7h, 21:17 PM
My infatuated diary,
I'm sitting here along with Hermione and Audrey and rereading the second letter my secrete admirer sent me, this time he sent me 4 dozens of tulips. And the note that was attached is a song from a muggle movie (Hermione and Audrey say that it's the best one they have ever seen):
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?
Patient Is a Virtue, Ginevra, remember this and we'll soon meet, my love.
I have to go and sigh dreamily, that and I'm invited to Neville and Luna.
Love,
Ginny the hyperactive bunny lover!
A/N: who can this secret admirer can be? Only I know! (MOHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Ocean-Poweress: give the hippo a chance I promise that he'll be cooler then the bunny.
CloakedInsanity: don't assume that I haven't thought about her getting back at him, but the plot is going on a different way but doesn't worry, she did after all slap him, didn't she?
IamSiriusgrl
Nixtear
Hplovesme: Harry won't do this on purpose, but I have to stop here…
mewtwo to the power of two: thanks for the cookie!
Sleepyhead: as I said Harry would never do something without a cause, of course he can always be possessed by the spirit of the late hyperactive bunny…and then only god knows…
Rhysenn Riddle: thank you, I'm really flattered (gives cookie)
Lucy: I'm really sorry, but he was an old bunny…but I have a hippo now! Wait you probably talked about Harry, well his not that mean…not really.
HarryPotters-angel: thank you very much; I hope you'll keep on reading!(gives two cookies)
Perkey Terkey: yeah I do watch Ren and Stimpy they ROCK! And I can't tell whether or not they get together…but it's obvious.
Reviews are welcome as always but so are adoption offers for a hyperactive Hippo under the name Gloria (he's a boy Hippo! So don't change his name!)
SnowFlakeGinny!