January 17, 1997
Well, there. We broke up.


January 18, 1997
Harry was so nice about it.

Well, more than nice. He let me cry in his shoulders, actually. Oh, sigh.

He also asked me questions about what had happened. I said I couldn't stand it anymore, that it was no longer fun being a rebel or whatever. Ron and Hermione kept saying "We told you so, we told you so." Oh, whatever.

I "admitted" to Harry in private that Draco had been a total prick, but that he shouldn't do anything to him. Because I had still "loved" him, even if that ended already. Yeah, that's right - I had to say I "loved" Draco at some point. Eek. Shudder.

Too bad I must act prudent and wait some time before I get into another relationship - because I can't wait.


February 14, 1997
Our first kiiiiiiiiiiiiss.

Siiiiiiiiigh.

I'm in heaven...


February 16, 1997
Oh, I feel so silly now.

Hermione just told me that I didn't have to know how to perform a Concealment Charm to conceal this journal, because these journals usually come with Concealment Charms. And she's right. This one came with a Concealment Charm. And...

It says it right in the backcover.

How stupid could I possibly be? It was just a matter of reading the brief instructions at the back, c'mon.

Anyway, now that I can conceal this journal's contents, I can say it.

I...

I really think this year's Hufflepuff team is excellent. The only lousy player is the Seeker. Which is good for us, because a team with a lousy Seeker is a lousy team, period. So I guess Hufflepuff isn't that good...

And why nobody can know about my opinion on Hufflepuff's Quidditch team, you ask? Because Zacharias Smith is in it, that's why. And obviously me "fancying" him at some point hasn't been quite forgotten by some students, because when me and Malfoy broke-up, rumours were flying about about Smith breaking us up. Oh please.

It's quite sad that now I learn about how to conceal this journal, because now I don't feel like writing in it. I don't think I'll be writing in it any more, so maybe this is good-bye.


February 27, 1997
Checking on the flower. It looks as nice as ever, only it's squashed.

I just re-read that dream I had somewhere between September 7 and 8. Now that I know a bit of dream interpration, it's creeping me out - because this definitely could be a meaningful dream. For example, a chair means I need to sit down and analyze a situation before doing anything. And mint doesn't mean anything in general as far I know, but for me it means something that looks good that I can't get.

I'm freaked out...

Oh, well... Divination is rubbish anyway...

A/N: Ohh, you thought I wouldn't make it, huh huh?

Actually, as I'm writing this some people already have The Book on their hands. Lucky British.

This isn't the last chapter - that's the next one. It's an epilogue of sorts. Maybe Ginny will elope with Draco... or maybe I lied about this being D/G. It would be spiffy if you guessed in a review before proceeding.

Oh yeah. A lot of thank-yous to the spiffy people who're reading this, and the even spiffier ones who've reviewed. Much appreciation.

Now - drum roll, please...