AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this is so short, but I'm updating approximately five at a time and I'm on my last chapter.

QUESTIONS:

The Lady Luthien: I know it's confusing, but...the point of this fic is that no one has ever really looked at Ginny as more than a little school girl before, even though she's twenty-three and decent-looking. No, the real point is that on this one day, things happen so randomly and seemingly purposefully, so that more than just one man falls for Ginny. They all fall for her in different ways...some harder than others. And both Malfoy and Zabini are a part of the Order, or els they wouldn't be allowed to stay at 12 Grimauld Place.

Embellished: Wow, you've got such great ideas I wish I'd thought of them. It doesn't ruin the plot, so I guess I an tell you that it's not the diary...or Fred and George. It's something even scarier and more disturbing...and I'm not going to tell you. Is it love? Is it hate? Is it a mad yellow bunny spouting Shakespeare lines and singing in the rain? Who knows...

Amethyst-rose: Yeah, this is after Hogwarts; Ginny's twenty-three and a manture young woman.

IssaLee: Ginny's alright with attention...she's had a bit of it before...but not from people she's known almost all her life and who have never shown any interest in her before...neither is it easy to deal with all twenty-bajillion of them at the same time.

Faerex: Possibly the most important question asked. You're probably wondering where I'm going with this, since Ginny's got so many people to choose from. So am I. So here's a message for everyone...look for an explanation in the author's note around Chapter 16 or so...and don't be surprised if it doesn't end with one ending...

DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.


Hormonal Half-Wits

Chapter 6: Neville


People are so bloody weird.

Ron practically dragged me downstairs, and it wasn't until Moody called from downstairs (damn that magical eye!) that I could do with a shirt on, that Ron realized I was still half-naked and allowed me to go back upstairs to grab my shirt. How kind of him…

The bathroom door was closed and I could hear Malfoy still inside moving around and half-talking, half-grunting to himself, so I decided not to chance another strange encounter. I stole up to my room to grab an extra shirt and most literally, ran into Neville.

Poor, poor boy. He looked so absolutely frightened and unsure to see a half-nude girl practically in his arms. He's so terribly sweet. I apologized most heartily, telling him he really didn't want to know in response to his questioning, terrified look.

I resolved then and there that I would kill Ron, married to Hermione or not…

Spiriting around Neville, I dashed all the way up to my room. I heard Neville scampering downstairs and saying something in a high voice to which many booming laughs followed. I am not at all amused.

I really should get a shirt now, but I have a feeling…this strange feeling…that I should record everything of significance down in this book…I've never written in a diary since You-Know-Who's, and yet it seems this timely gift is just perfect…like I was meant to get a diary just so I could write down what happens today.

It's already been such a strange day and I have the feeling it's only going to get worse…