September 9, 1997

Dear Diary,

Well, not much has gone on lately. I mean, Harry and I are fine….School is fine….Everything seems to be fine.

Ron and Hermione keep having their little quarrels more and more often recently. But I think that's just sexual tension! When I suggested this to Harry, he laughed at me, but then thought about and said, "You know what? That's actually very possible…."

grin

I win.

Go me.

Anyway, the last night, during dinner, Harry did something really sweet. It was small, but very sweet. He waited for me to finish my dinner before leaving. Then when I was finished, he held hands and walked up there. :-) We then got a head start on our homework, eventually convincing Ron to do the same. Then Hermione walked in and saw us all working, and gave a little excited squeal. It was hilarious.

You know, the other day, I was thinking….Why do I keep a diary? I mean, come on, this is me, Ginny Weasley, we're talking about here. You know? The one who was controlled by a diary through her first year and nearly died from the experience. Why would I keep a diary after that? I don't really know, but I think it's just my outlet to getting my feelings out….

Anyway, I've got to get ready for bed. Good-night, Diary.

September 12th, 1997

Dear Diary,

Well, the past few days have been fun, I suppose. It's been rather normal. Ron and Hermione are still bickering like little idiots in love. I've finally come up with a way of getting them together, but it will take a few months. It won't come completely into effect until late December. It involves a bit of persuasion, some charmed mistletoe, and an eager Ron and Hermione. grin

My evil genius ways really helped out in that plan.

Anyway, things are doing great with Harry, for the most part, but there is one thing….

I think Harry's paranoid or something. Nearly everyone he loves is always taken away from him, and I think he fears that's what's going to happen with me….

I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me.

He's fears the loss of me, but I tell him it won't happen. He tries to accept that, but you know how stubborn Harry can get….

Anyway, I suppose I'll just have to work on him.

I've got to get going, but I cannot wait until December for our lovely little plan to go into action. sigh What fun!

Until next time, diary.

September 18th, 1997

Dear Diary,

Well, last night was rather…eventful.

Harry and I were alone in the common room writing essays at nearly 2:00 am. I was working on my Transfiguration essay when I noticed that Harry had dozed off. He looks so cute when he sleeps. sigh It's so intimate and…never mind, that's not the point. Anyway, I wasn't sure I should wake him….I mean, I knew he should have been working, but he looked so peaceful, so I just couldn't bring myself to wake him.

Anyway, twenty minutes later or so I heard his sharp intake of breath. He started mumbling in his sleep and seemed rather upset. A couple minutes later he started thrashing in his sleep and it was evident he was having a nightmare of some sort. He was covered in cold sweat and what I can only suspect were tears. After a few minutes later he let out a yelp and awoke with a start. He sat up, panting, and the scene went as follows:

Harry looked around, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Harry?" I ask worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you alright?" I scooted over closer towards him. There were still a few stray tears trickling down from his eyes

"Yeah…sorry…I just…had a bad dream. That's all."

I pulled him into a hug and we settled into each other's arms, getting comfy. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

Harry shook his head ever so slightly. "No, it's alright….I'm fine…I don't want you worrying about me, alright?"

I sighed. "Harry, don't do this, don't shut me out, talk to me. It's okay."

"I-," he begins, "It was just a dream. A bad nightmare. Voldemort had kidnapped you…he was putting the Cruciatus on you repeatedly, making me watch, as I was tied up in place. I couldn't do anything but watch….It was horrible. And then…" he broke off.

"Then what?" I asked quietly.

Harry was silent for a moment and then spoke in barely a whisper, "He killed you.

There was a terrible silence for what seemed like ages.

"Harry," I began, "It's nothing to worry about, it's only a dream. I'm not going to die…."

"But what if it does happen, Gin? I can't lose you…."

"It's NOT going to happen. It was only a dream. Everything is going to be okay."

Harry sighed and rested his head on my shoulder, his face still glistening with the tears he had cried earlier. We both remained huddled together until we finally drifted off to sleep….

END SCENE.

Luckily, Hermione happened to awake early that morning and was the first one to find us, so she quickly woke us and allowed us to escape without being seen.

Interesting, isn't it? I just felt like sharing that moment. I guess, truthfully, I should be honored that Harry cares so much about me that he would react like that….

Anyway, I've got to go.

Until next time, diary.

September 24th, 1997

Dear Diary,

School's been going well. Everything's been going oddly well. It's like we're just waiting for some sort of disaster to happen. There's nothing suspicious going on, nothing odd, nothing at all in general. That's probably why I don't write in this as often as I used to, nothing much is going on at the moment.

Harry and I are well. I can't wait for the Hogsmead trip on Halloween. Maybe we'll go to Madame Puddifoot's….I sort of want to go, but at the same time, don't want to suggest it, in fear of scaring Harry off. I mean, that's where Harry and Cho had their first real date, and I went there with Dean last year a few times. I don't know, I'm afraid it would be a little awkward, but it's really such a lovely place for couples. I guess I'll ask Hermione.

Colin has been getting quite annoying lately. He still has a freakish obsession with Harry, and keeps asking me about him, now that I'm dating him. He is quite an odd person, but nice all the same….

Remus wrote me a few days ago. It seems it had some how leaked out that I was finally dating Harry. I hear mum was incredibly enthusiastic. Anyway, Remus offered his congratulations. He'd been on my side all along, anyway. It's just that no one else knew that. laughs Anyway, I've got to get going. Homework calls.

Until next time, Diary.

October 4th, 1997

Dear Diary,

Harry's scar's been hurting a lot lately. It really seems to get him tensed up about it. It hasn't been this bad in quite a while. sigh I don't know why he's so tense all the time. He needs to learn to relax and just have fun every once and a while.

I think I might be able to teach him a lesson or two.

grin

Anyway, I talked to Dean for quite a while yesterday. I'm truly glad we were able to maintain our friendship after our big break-up last year, which wasn't exactly pretty. Not that I'm sad about us breaking up of course. I never really liked him that much in a romantic way in the first place. I know I tend to claim that I was over Harry by my 4th year, but truthfully, I never really was. I guess there was just that tiny little hope in the back of my mind all the time. I just tried to ignore it, I suppose. I never got completely gave up on him….I guess it paid off.

Anyway, I've got to be going. Until next time, Diary.

Okay, there you go. I won't be updating this one as much as my other's because this is all I have written so far, unlike my other fics. With Lost Prophecy I have like 17 chapters written, and with Winter Break, I'm almost done…But this is all I have for this ficcy. Still working on it though, I promise! ;) Review please!