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Just so you know, story is set in 2003-2004 because the year and day match up :P.
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Chapter 2
Wednesday September 19
11:22 PM, dormitory, After Hermione's Birthday "Party"
Hermione came in, looking very happy. We were partying in the common room, but as it's a school night, we had to close down our party at eleven. "Why are you looking so happy?" I asked.
"Harry noticed me!" she said, grinning from ear to ear.
"He noticed you?" I said, incredulously. "How? What did you do?"
She smiled slightly. "I dazzled him with my...wits."
"Wow," I said. "Good job!"
She nodded vigorously, then skipped out of the room, still beaming.
Thursday September 20
7:08 AM, Dormitory
Merde. I've just discovered I've got a huge spot on my chin. Stupid spot. I learned my lesson using creams and stuff last year. Maybe Hermione has something; her face is always clear. Sometimes Muggles are smarter than they let on.
Take this summer for instance. Hermione and Harry were able to bring a vellytision or whatever they're called and a player for movies. We watched a lot of brilliant films like Grease and Aladdin and many other films that were so cool but I cannot remember the name of at the moment. Muggle actors are actually quite fit-looking. I'd shag half of them in the blink of an eye.
But none of them are as hot as Draco.
SHUT UP!
Friday September 21
6:24 PM, Dormitory
I tried the stuff Hermione gave me. It worked. Amazing! Those sneaky muggles.
Saturday September 22
8:51 PM, Common Room
There are two things I've realized; Draco never forgets to come to a quidditch practice and Britain never forgets to rain. I was sopping wet at the end of a four hour practice and Draco was standing in the stands holding an umbrella, wearing his leather trousers.
I headed back up to the school wringing out my hair, which was quite pointless, as it was still raining. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, so naturally, I walked smack into Draco Malfoy, sending his umbrella one direction, his clipboard another, spattering mud all over his sexy pants. Well...the pants themselves aren't sexy but he is when he's wearing them. SHUT UP!
Anway, I looked at him and he looked at me and we had like... speechless messages. His grey eyes locked onto my brown ones and for half a second, he was totally struck dumb, but that could have been because he was so angry. He looked v. nice without that sneer on his face.
But then he scowled at me and muttered about expensive pants and ran to retrieve his umbrella, leaving me on my bum in the mud.
Monday September 24
8:58 PM, Common Room
I am officially scarred for life. I may never eat again. I fear I will die a virgin. I did not need to see that. It is painful to write about, but I feel I must, partly because it might help ease the pain.
I was walking down the corridor with Ron after the two of us went to practice quidditch together; there was no practice tonight, but the pitch was free, so we took advantage of it.
We heard a strange sound from inside a broom closet, and I said it could be Mrs Norris and that she might be locked inside.
Ron opened the door and he screamed and I screamed, then Hermione and Harry screamed and Harry couldn't get his hand out of her shirt. I would have laughed if it had not been so disturbing. Harry looked at me, then at Ron and Hermione then he turned bright red.
I looked at him and he smiled weakly. Hermione glared at him. "Get your hand out of there," she commanded.
"I can't," he said. "It's... stuck." his voice was panicky and his green eyes were wide with fear. I let out a snort of laughter.
"Stuck!" she moaned, "how can it be stuck? Honestly, Harry. What's wrong with you? You can fall a million feet from your broomstick or lose all the bones in your arm and you can keep your head, but you get caught with a girl and you just paralyze."
Ron guffawed stupidly, staring more at Hermione's chest than anything else. "Ron," I warned.
"S-s-sorry," he chortled, looking away.
Hermione yanked Harry's arm out and smoothed her shirt in a dignity-at-all-times sort of way.
She grabbed Harry's arm and pushed past Ron and me, blushing furiously.
"What do you reckon..." Ron mused.
Something I never wanted to see. My brother's friend's hand up my friend's shirt. Disturbing. The only way it would have been worse is if Ron had been in Harry's place. Or Hermione's place. Although, I'd have hated to be Hermione in that situation. Well...I guess it wouldn't have been too bad to be Hermione up until we opened the door.
Wednesday September 26
7:58 AM, Breakfast
I got a letter! I just got a letter! I just got a letter! I wonder who it's from! I never get letters, unless they're from Mum asking me to mind Ron as she believes he's going to go off and do something stupid (again). But this one isn't from Mum because a) that wasn't our owl and b) it's not her handwriting.
I tore it open and it said,
Ginny,
Meet me in the Room of Requirement. The place where Harry did that thing in fifth year. Take his invisibility cloak. Friday at 8:30.
Love?
I knew instantly this was probably not from someone I normally talk to. There was no signature. It was a boy's writing, though. I don't know how I could tell. Who would want to meet me, and who knows Harry has an invisibility cloak? No idea. Who would like me? I must admit, it's a bit thrilling to have a secret admierer! Anyway...I must find a way to get the cloak without Harry noticing and not get any spots or muss up my hair at the same time. Good thing we don't have a quidditch practice on Friday.
6:00 PM, Common Room
I'm going to get the cloak while Harry's at quidditch practice.
"Harry," I groaned, staggering up to him, where he was lounging on a sofa, his arms around Hermione. I actually felt ill, seeing those two together.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asked, alarmed. I hadn't spoken to him since the v. scary incident on Monday.
"Cramps," I moaned, clutching my stomach. "I don't think I'll be able to ride a broomstick...I'm just going to go to bed, if that's alright." I'm such a good actress!
"Yes, yes, fine," he said quickly, obviously not in the mood to discuss my menstrual cycle. Thank Goodness he's so slow... I used that excuse (for real, though) to get out of quidditch practice last week. It's handy being a girl.
6:41 PM, Boys' Dormitory
Harry should hide his invisibility cloak better. It was at the bottom of his trunk, rolled up in some of his robes, under a stack of books. He should also get a better lock; I opened his trunk with Alohomora. Was a snap. No one noticed me. And Harry won't notice. His trunk is such a mess anyway.
7:46 PM, Dormitory
Another spot on my nose. I'm going to have to ask Hermione for that stuff. What will I do with my hair? What will I wear? Oh dear... this is so much more complicated than I'd bargained for. Thank goodness I brought along some nice clothes. I could wear the sparkly purple top with the jeans... or the black top with the skirt...and my hair! Should I wear it up? Down? Sideways? I have a bit of a headache thinking about all this, I must go to bed now.
Thursday September 27
1:40 AM, Dormitory
Oh dear. I just had a dream. I got all dressed up and I went, but it was Ron playing a prank and I found Harry and Hermione doing things I'd rather not think about.
I have a crick in my neck. Tomorrow...today...Thursday, whatever you'd call it... will not be fun. I can tell. I'll bet I'm erupting with spots, like Eloise Midgeon. I'll go back to sleep and I'll wake up as a giant pimple with pimples.
1:59 AM, Dormitory
I will not go to sleep. If I do not sleep, I cannot erupt in pimples. Must...stay...awake... zzzz.
8:13 AM, Breakfast
I was right, today will be hell. I have quidditch from right after school until dinner, and again AFTER dinner. I still have a crick in my neck. And I can't use the cramps excuse again.
Friday September 28
8:09 AM, Breakfast
Draco wasn't at quidditch last night. I have no idea why. I don't care though, nope, I don't care at all. Well, maybe a little. SHUT UP!
My stomach is churning and I'd take a sickie if I didn't have a quiz in History of Magic. Maybe someone will admit to wanting to meet me, but Mellie says the chances are a bit low. I had to tell her, omitting the part about the invisibility cloak, because she wouldn't stop badgering me.
3:43 PM, dormitory
Not even five hours to go! I think I'll wear my tight jeans and corset-type top. Mum would kill me if she saw me wearing it (or if Ron tells her). Last time we were in Diagon Alley, I made Hermione take me into Muggle London so I could shop. I got some pretty cool stuff. I still owe Hermione about fifty galleons.
So...all I've yet to do is wash my hair, cleanse my face, paint my nails, put make-up on, do my hair and get dressed.
8:02 PM, dormitory
I can't find my glittery pink strawberry-kiwi lip gloss! Merde!
8:04 PM, dormitory
Found it. I disillusioned it because Mellie kept borrowing it. It was in my sock drawer, invisible. I'd never have found it if I didn't realize that my socks were too boring and I should wear the stripey ones instead. I must be off.
9:12 PM, Dormitory
Outrageous. No one showed up. I waited in the hall for twenty minutes, taking the cloak off the first five. The door wasn't there, so I summoned it or whatever you do to make the door appear. And there was no one in the room. Then I left. Stupid idiot, probably someone playing a prank.
Saturday September 29
10:03 AM, Breakfast
I got another letter. Scary. I think I have a stalker.
Ginny,
I just wanted to look at you, and I know you'd come. I'd disillusioned myself, but I watched you, your shimmering beauty radiating the corridor. My disillusionment spells aren't quite as strong as yours, and I am able to see myself now; I'd hate to have to go about life invisible... and it would be very awkward and a bit creepy to kiss you. Although, I do feel invisible when you don't notice me, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I'm going to ask you to meet me again, but I'm not sure when/where.
Love?
P.S. That top you wore was really nice. Wear it again, I beg you.
What a total pervert. I can't decide if I want to know who it is or not. I looked around, but I couldn't see anyone looking at me or looks like he was disillusioned last night.
10:44 AM, Common Room
What if it's not a guy? What if it's some lezzie freak stalking me? Not that I think lezzies are freaks, but I wouldn't want to have one stalking me.
11:09 AM, Common Room
It would be really creepers to snog a girl. Or do anything more than snogging. I fear I've given myself a stomach ache.
"I dazzled him with my...wits." is from 10 Things I Hate About You, one of the best movies I've ever seen. Watch it if you haven't seen it!
Merde - the french word for a swear which I will not type here because I only use it when I stub my toe and I'm around small children. It's just my luck that I curse when kids are around. I don't know why. I'm sure you're glad to know that little anecdote.
"England (Britain) never forgets to rain" is from Planet Janet by Dyan Sheldon.
"speechless messages" - Merchant of Venice by none other than William Shakespeare!
"Dignity at all times.." you guessed it! Georgia Nicolson series!
