Saturday 21, 1996
Ohh, that's it.

No more.

I'm bloody tired of seeing Malfoy chewing down all those delicious-looking mint stuff in my face. That won't happen anymore. From now on, he's going to give me his sweets and give his friends mine; I don't care if they get sick of so much mint. Darnit.

I'm the one in control here.

Hell yeah.


Saturday 26, 1996
I wish Prof.Flitwick would get a move on and teach us a Concealment Charm. I... don't want this thing lying around, readable to everyone. Shudder.

Yesterday - or the day before - Draco and I were fighting near the entrance of the school. It wasn't over the whole sweets thing; I fixed that some days ago. It was over him nearly teasing this Hufflepuff Muggle-born 2nd year boy. He was about to do Locomotor Mortis on him. I interrupted him on the "Locomotor" part, so he ended up levitating the boy's book and dropping it on his (the boy's) head. Crabbe and Goyle started to laugh, but I glared at them and they shut up. Then I helped the kid; while I was helping the kid, I swore I heard Draco telling them they only were to follow his orders. Ha.

So when the kid left, I turned to Draco and his cronies. I told them (his cronies) to sod off. He told them to stay. We started to fight over that, and over his little habit of tormenting any non-Pureblood, especially is he/she is a first or second year. He actually doesn't do it that often, but I wanted to get my point accross...

I don't know how I got rid of Crabbe and Goyle, but somehow I did. I think it was via the old classic: "Leave." "Stay." "Leave." "I said, stay." "I said, leave." "Stay." "Stay, dammit." "I said, leave!" Heehee.

I was about to call him "ferret", in fact. But I'll save it for when we break-up, because our break-up is supposed to be big and dramatic, for full effect on Harry. We just haven't decided whether it'll be a public spectacle or if I'll just enter Gryffindor Tower crying one day.

After some minutes of not-so-civilized debate, Draco went quiet. I did too. We heard steps, and a "Where the bloody hell is she? I bet she's with that damn rat boyfriend of hers, Malfoy!" that definitely came from Ron. Me and Draco looked at each other, knowing exactly what to do. Time for Plan... actually, our plans don't have names, but... I'll call it AC025, because that sounds spy-ish.

Draco took me by the wrist (no way he'd take me by the hand!) and we started to make our way toward the dungeons, making sure Ron, Hermione, and Harry, who we knew were with him, saw us. And they must've seen us because next thing Ron was making strange noises and Harry asked "Where are they going?" But we pretended we couldn't hear them.

We went to one of the many empty dungeons. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed us there; Ron actually attempted to enter the dungeon, but he couldn't because we had locked the door. I heard Hermione whispering, "What are they doing there?" Ron snapped back, "What do you think?" Then Harry pointed out "There's no light coming from there... I reckon it must be really dark..." which was the obvious, yet Ron got fueled a bit more and started to knock on the door furiously. He stopped after a minute. Four minutes after that, me and Draco came out of the dungeon.

Harry wasn't there.

Before I messed-up by asking where was Harry, Ron said in outrage: "You two were snogging in there this whole time?"

I actually blushed, because the accusation was so awfu. Draco said, "That's none of your business, Weasley."

Ron started, "Hell yeah it-" but Hermione interrupted by saying "Anyway. We were looking for you, Ginny, to tell you there is Quidditch practice today, at seven. That's where Harry is at..."

"Yeah, he got tired of waiting for you two to finish up." And if that wasn't enough to make me happy, the Significant Glance Ron and Hermione shared immediately after certainly was.

"Well," Draco said, "it's still 6:55, so if you'll excuse us..."

"No," Ron snapped, "Ginny's coming now. With me. To Harry."

"I guess he's right, Draco." I tried to look sad, waved at him, and left with Ron and Hermione.

But did you hear that? Harry left for Quidditch practice about ten minutes earlier, without Ron because he couldn't stand the thought of me and Draco... you know... there. I wouldn't stand it either, myself. What a disgusting thought. Eww. Anyway, that's not the point. Point is, Harry is burning with jealousy and that makes me happy.

I'm all smiles.


December 2, 1996
Yesterday I had to do an 900-word essay - or rather, mini-book - for Potions, and nobody would help me. Hermione was too busy; I could understand that, since she's got so many advanced classes. Harry said I'd be better off if he didn't help me, which made me laugh. And Ron told me, quite sourly, to ask my "little boyfriend" to help. A good idea, for once.

So I went to look for Draco. Found him in the library, gloating about how great he thinks he is to Crabbe and Goyle, as usual. When he saw me, he shooed them away; when I told him I needed help with a Potions essay, I could just see him struggling to make a snide comment about me or about Harry. But he doesn't dare to. Oh no. He's got pretty clear that you don't mess around with me now! I haven't managed to make him stop bugging Harry, Ron, and Hermione - but, hey, I might a competent witch, but not that competent!

He asked me what was the essay about, and when I told him, he said: "I did that one last year. I still have it somewhere somewhere in my trunk, I think, so you can have it." I was outraged, of course, so I told him I was no cheater. He said: "But you can use it as reference, at least." Lazy brat.

And the worst thing is, I ended up just paraphrasing his essay, because we started to talk about Voldemort (whom he calls "You-Know-Who"). I don't know how we got to that topic, because, as I remember it, we started to talk because he was mocking my parchment, which doesn't have anything to do with Voldemort. Anyway...

Draco says he isn't a Death Eater yet, and that he'll probably never become one because this war will be over by the time he'll qualify for the Death Eaters. I told him I bet he'd make a lousy Death Eater anyway. He said that that wasn't true, and that I wouldn't know. Well, I'd know, because I've seen Death Eaters in action. Not him. Except for the Quidditch World Cup incident.

I would gladly keep on in great detail, but I have stuff to do. Hermione made me a study scheldue, colour-coded and everything, and I plan to stick to it. It must work, because Hermione always managed to do all her work in time and have some spare time in her fifth year. I really need some organisation, because before I relied on the History of Magic period to get some sleep, but now I can't do that because I want to pass the History of Magic OWL. And I will. You'll see.

I basically shocked Malfoy nastily by telling him some stuff about the Death Eaters he clearly didn't know. Like them throwing themselves at Voldemort's feet and begging for mercy. He seemed disgusted by that, though he didn't show it much. But what really surprised him was learning that Voldemort is Half-Blood. Oh yeah. He didn't see that one coming.

I don't think he's Death Eater material, really. The little wimp.

Yeah, so...

I really don't want to that damn essay. Don't our proffesors have something else to assign us? Like, I don't know... um... Harry once told me he had to do these oral presentations, in groups. Basically, the professor puts some students together, gives them a topic they should inform on, and leaves them to do a Humongous Essay. The they have to stand in front of the class and talk about their topic.

There's all sorts of assignments Harry's had to do .And Hermione, too.

She told me about this Science Fair... it sounded really boring, but she talked about it like it was the Quidditch Cup. But then, she's Hermione. I bet she thinks History of Magic is really exciting, too.

You know what? Never mind. I think I'd rather stick to the essays... yeah.

Now I'm off to do a History of Magic one. On goblins... or something... Ugh.