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A/N: I got a review that issued about my writing, so first I know that I have bad spelling, and that's because English isn't my native tongue and because I'm dyslectic I said it a few times before, so just leave me alone and stop being mean, if the spelling troubles you then, DON'T READ! And about the characters being shallow and vindictive I don't think they are and if you think they are, tough luck because I can do whatever I want with them because I own the bloody plot! Thank you for reading my little A/N…on with the story:
On My Bed inside My Bedroom Jumping Up and Down and Sipping Fire-Whisky, December 26th, 15:46 PM
Ahoy Dear Diary!
This is Mrs. Harry Potter dictation to her Quick Quote Quill!
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day! Everything is lovely when you get pissed, doesn't it?
I have everything I had ever wanted you that diary? I have a great place to live, I have great roommates, I have a great job aaaaaaaaannnnnnnndddddddd I am married to the boy of my dream only I really hate right now but I know that if he'll knock on my door (my great door to my great room in my great place to live with my great roommates!) I know that I- The Great Ginny Weasley…Oops, I mean, The Great Ginny Potter will Shag- did I just say shag? I did! I did! I did! I did! Go Ginger…
Knocking sound? Did someone knock on my great door?
Ouch! I fell off the bed as I tired to get to my great door in my great place to live with my great roommates!
IT'S RONNIKINS AND HERMY!
MOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
IT'S RONNY AND HERMY!
Me: Ahoy!
Ronnikins (in a very big brother tone): Ginny, how long have you been here?
Me: I don't remember?
Hermy (in a very hermy-ish tone): have you been drinking all this time?
Me: errrrrrr…..no?
Hermy: so you're not drunk right now?
Me: of course not hermy! (I'm leaning to tell her a secret) actually, I'm so drunk right now that I can't remember what….
Ron: she passed out quite fast…
Hermione: Ron she's been drinking since she returned from St. Mungo.
Ron: where did she get this Fire-Whisky?
Hermione: she has a secret stash under her bad.
Ron: and how do you know of it?
Hermione: I know everything…
Ron: of course you do.
Hermione: Don't mock me Ronald!
Ron: fine, let's put her to bed and make her some coffee for when she wake up.
Hermione: we need to talk with Harry, you know.
Ron: what's there to talk about? He married her, she's his wife.
Hermione: what about the fact that you and you're brothers chased him around the house the other day after Ginny stormed out?
Ron: details, details…
Hermione (sighs): let's make her coffee and leave her to sleep.
Ron: what's that?
Hermione: that's her diary, and that's her Quick Quote Quill…
Ron: I'm Ginny and I stink! Looks it wrote that!
Hermione: you're so childish…come on…
Three Broomsticks, December 31st, 23:15 PM
I hate Ron and Hermione.
They really thought that by taking me to a New Years Eve party along with Audrey and Adam, Fred and Angelina, George and Katie and (surprise surprise!) Harry, that I will feel better. Why won't they just give up already?
This night is one of my worst nights ever! First of all, Harry's here (luckily its looks like he's suffering like I do, so I'm okay with this), second I'm not allowed to drink anything that has alcohol in it, not even Butterbears, third they have karaoke in here and everyone thinks they are the lead singer of the "Wired Sisters". NOT!
I don't know what was worse, Fred and George duet version to "It's Raining Men" or Ron's solo version for "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You".
I have to go out for some fresh air, that and I really don't want to see Hermione, Audrey, Katie and Angelina do their version for "I'm Every Woman".
Be back soon,
Ginny.
My Living Room, January 1st, 18:23 PM
Sweet Journal,
It may sound a bit strange but for after a very long time I finally feel (could it be?) happy…and I'm not even drunk to feel like that…
Last night was really bizarre, I mean even more bizarre after I walked out to get some air from that so called New Years Eve party. And to my own surprise I wasn't even drunk…
(Flashback Thingy)
Me: damn! It's freezing…well its better then being inside with them.
Harry: I second that.
Me: what do you want?
Harry: to get away for here…far enough not to hear their so called singing.
Me: they can even make dogs daft with their screeching.
I began to walk as it began to snow.
Harry: where are you going?
Me: you know where.
Harry: have you lost you're mind!
Me: no. are you coming or not?
Harry (hesitating for a few moments): fine, I guess.
We walked pass the big gates and reached the great oak doors, and I knew that this might be either really stupid thing to so or the only thing to do.
Harry: how are we going to get in?
Me: by opening the door.
Harry: what about Filch?
Me: what about him?
Harry: we can get caught.
Me: and what? He'll give us detention? If he finds us we'll just say that we have an important massage to Dumbledore.
Harry: you devil woman…
Me: shut up.
I opened the doors very quietly and we both tip towed our way till we reached the seventh floor.
Harry: are we going to where I think were going?
Me: if you mean Room of Requirement, then the answer is yes.
I walked three times passing the door and when it opened it looks just like what I wanted, a replica of the Gryffindor Common Room.
Harry: you're good.
Me: I know, now let's talk business.
Harry: alright, what do you want to talk about?
Me: me, you, us?
Harry: what about us?
Me: first of all about the fact that there is "us" (I showed him my ring)?
Harry: we were drunk Gin. Dumbledore should've known better.
Me: what Dumbledore has to do with this?
Harry: he was the one that married us.
Me: what! Have he lost his mind? It's Dumbledore of course he lost his mind.
Harry: as far as I remember he was doing his best and by no time we were married.
Me: he didn't know that we are far from being a couple let alone a married one?
Harry: he said that it was about time for us to tie the knot.
Me: he's bloody insane! Can't we get a divorce or annulment?
Harry: I asked Hermione about it, she said that magical marriages are ultimate, in other words…
Me: were doomed.
Harry: you can say that, but on the bright side-
Me: there's a bright side in all this tragedy?
Harry: in every tragedy there's comedy.
Me: that is our case is?
Harry: you're married!
Me: to someone that will never love me, remember?
Harry: what? What are you talking about?
Me: have you forgotten the reason we haven't spoke to each other in over three years? You know, the Halloween Masquerade Ball?
Harry: oh, that. Gin, I didn't mean what I said you surly know that, come on I was afraid-
Me: you don't have to explain anything Harry, you made it clear then, I understand, I'm not fifteen anymore I can handle rejection. (No I don't! you broke my heart you moron!)
Harry: no, it's nothing like that, you see Gin-
Me: just leave it, Harry, I don't care anymore (liar liar pants on fire!)
The clock strike twelve times…a new year has begun…
Harry: happy New Year, Gin.
Me: happy New Year, Harry.
Then he tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine for a few moments, it's funny but I swear that I felt those same vibes I felt the first time we kissed, and that was right in this room, ironic isn't it? I came to my sense quite quick, and broke the kiss…
Me: what are you doing?
Harry: it is a custom to kiss at midnight on New Years Eve. I didn't try to make move on you.
Me: oh, you didn't?
Harry: no, I didn't. Do you want me to make a move on you?
Me: humph, no! Do you want me to want you to make a move on me?
Harry: do you want me to want you to want me to make a move you?
Me: do you want me to want you to want me to want you to make a move on me?
Harry: what?
Me: I don't know I'm confused.
Harry: well, do you?
Me: do you want me to?
Harry: Ginny!
Me: I was just messing with you're head.
Harry: you always do that, one day I'll get you back.
Me: yeah, right after I'll drink two bottles of Fire-Whisky, alone.
Harry: we'll see about that.
Me: we will.
Pause for sexual tension.
Me: is it just me or you to have a feeling of a déjà vu?
Harry: I know. I remember what came after that.
Me: really? What?
Harry: this.
We snogged. It was nice. It was more then nice it was brilliant!
Me: I-kiss-still-kiss-hate-kiss-you-kiss-though-kiss.
Harry: fine-kiss-by-kiss-me.
After that, having sex was the only solution, and I have to say when no one's drunk it's quite nice. I only have last week to compare to.
Sometime later after we did what we did, Harry held me in his arms and we were under a really warm blanket.
Harry: twice a week, ah?
Me: like every average married couple.
Harry: it's getting late…we should better get some sleep before we leave the castle.
Me: we have to leave early, so no one will see us.
Harry: okay, but I'm really tired so let take a small nap before.
Me: yeah, why not…
Harry: night, Mrs. Potter
Me: shut up, just because I'm you're wife doesn't mean I have to like you.
Harry: I can wait.
Me: then you'll wait forever.
Harry: you know what they say, Ginevra, patient is a virtue.
Me: what did you just say?
He was silent and it seemed that he fell asleep…I think…
We left the castle at dawn and went our separate ways.
I'm still confused about what he said and about all that happened but I don't now, I guess time will tell, after all patient is a virtue.
Love,
Ginny the confused Weasley of them all.
A/N: I think that were getting close towards the end of the fic, maybe even in the next chapter, but I'll have to see about that. Meanwhile I would love to thank my reviewers:
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