Title: Ginny's Diary: a peek in to the social and romantic life of the youngest Weasly.
Author: Karoline123
Summary: Ginny receives a diary for her birthday, after some initial doubtfulness she proceeds to chronicle her everyday life in it.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters, ideas etc. belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not own them, nor am I claiming to in anyway by writing this story.
Author's Note: Thank you all for reviewing, LCH8292, Luna Lovegood2, and of course TigerLily21. I'm trying to get the story going at a little faster pace, so this chapter won't all happen on the same day. -)
Chapter 3
Friday, August 13, 1996
1:03 pm
Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
(Aka the home of the candy eating-terrors)
Guess what? I'm not HYPER! Anymore! Why you ask? (Actually you didn't but whatever) I should have a sufficient supply of chocolate from Dean to last for more than a day. Unless I accidentally leave it on the kitchen table and then the Order finds it. You're laughing at me right now, aren't you? You're laughing at how upset over a box of chocolate. Well, laugh away. I know it's kind of stupid to be mad at them, considering they're working to save us all, and all that (that's what Mum said at any rate.) but I am, so drop it. I guess you can't though, because you don't have any hands.
(Still) Friday, August 13, 1996
3:14 p.m.
The Most Exciting Place in the World
(aka The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix)
Boredness. Boredness. And a heck of a lot more Boredness. That's all that's going on here at the Order's headquarters. (Ha ha ha, I made a rhyme.) I want to play quidditch, but Dad says we can't go outside on our brooms because of the muggles. I think this is a bit unfair, because as a certified Boredom Expert I spend a lot of time in front of windows, looking at the muggles' houses.( Let me tell you, when I start watching Muggles' houses for no reason, you know I'm really bored.) All the muggles are on vacation this year. I haven't seen a single one, but I still can't go outside.
Outside
Out in the fresh air
Where a soft breeze rustles
Through an oaks branches
As I go soaring by
After getting knocked off my broom
Trying not to hit the ground too hard.
…Where the heck did that come from? I should show Mum, as proof that I'm going mad. Maybe then I can play quidditch, though I doubt it. Sigh, I told you I was bound for St. Mungo's. Perhaps sooner than I expected though. Right, going to find someone to talk to before I go nutty from just sitting here.
Saturday, August 14, 1996
8:28 p.m.
Weasley's Mad House
(Aka The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix)
I am a nut. But I am a happy nut at least. Because I talked with Harry again. (Gah! BAD GINNY!) Anyways, we got into a conversation over dinner. I spent today up in my room doing my homework (again, another severe sign of my madness, my motto used to be "Why put off until tomorrow what you can do next week?" And here I am writing my potions essay a month early. Shame, shame.) and I was the last one down to dinner ( after Mum called me about seven times.) And the only seat next happened to be next to Harry. (Somebody up there hates me; sitting me next to the boy I used to have a crush on, that's fine, sort of, but sitting Hermione and Ron across from us? Urg, but it was kind of worth it, just for the looks Mum kept shooting in our general direction.)
Anyways, when I sat down Harry gave me this nice sort of smile which made me feel a little weird. I smiled back anyways and than I noticed Ron and Hermione were holding hands under the table. This really grossed me out, not that I don't think they're a good couple or anything, but as much as they used to fight before, that's how lovey-dovey they are now. And, well, Ron is my brother and….you know, it's just really weird that he has a girl-friend (not officially, but they sure act like it).
Harry saw me staring under the table and looked to see what I was gaping at. HE noticed Ron and Hermione and sort of grimaced at them.
"Disgusting aren't they?" I asked jokingly, not quite loud enough for Ron to hear (stupid as I act I do fear for my life in matters like these).
Harry smiled a little again "They do get a bit annoying with this type of thing every once in so often, but it's not like there's anything I can do to stop them. Anyways, don't you have a boyfriend, Ginny? You should be used to this stuff."
I shrugged, "Dean and I never hold hands at the table or anything, and besides even if we did I would never have to sit across from us and watch us holding hands under the table, so it wouldn't bother me".
Harry laughed a little "That doesn't make any sense at all".
"Since when did I ever make sense?" This was, I feel a valid point, because I am the weirdest person I know, and I spend a lot of time in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, in which dwell many strange people. (Gah that sounded really poem-like.)
Harry said "Since when did anything make sense?"
This was also a very good point, but before I could tell him that nothing made sense after you looked at it closely (another Ginny Weasly Philosophy) I noticed Hermione and Ron were staring at us. Ron always manages to interrupt any conversation I get into. Oh well… after that I excused myself and came back up here. For some reason I can't talk knowing Ron is staring at me. It must be one of the powers that come from being an older sibling. Wish I could do that.
Author's Note: That's the end of this chapter. Could you guys give me ideas on how to move this ahead at a quicker pace? I can't seem to manage it. And give me ideas for what should happen next, too, I have a plot that will come into effect as soon as I get them to Hogwarts, but obviously I have a ways to write. And I don't want to do one of those "Gee, I haven't written in forever" entries, even though I might have to. Thanks for you help, and please review.
