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Chapter 3
Monday October 1
8:02 AM, Breakfast
Ahh! ANOTHER LETTER!
Ginny,
I need to talk to you. Tonight at eight. In the third floor corridor. It's not forbidden any more.
OK, I think I overreacted. That was obviously Ron's writing. I looked down the table and he nodded but didn't look at me.
8:09 AM, Still Breakfast
Honestly. It's like a peck-I mean pack-of owls. This one was from Looney-err, Luna.
Ginny,
Meet me in the first floor loos at a quarter to 9 tonight.
I sure am popular!
8:43 PM, Outside first floor loo
Pant, pant. I ran all the way here. Luna's not here yet. So I'll tell you, dear diary, what happened with Ron.
I went there and he was there and he said, "Ginny, I need to tell you something."
And I said, "If it's about Hermione, she's totally into Harry and will never like you so get over it."
"I'm so over that," said Ron, really sounding like a girl. "I mean, this isn't about Hermione. It's about...Luna."
"Luna?" I said. If I'd been drinking, whatever I was drinking would have been spewing out my nose.
"Don't laugh," he said. "You're her friend; make her go out with me."
"You're such a chicken. Considering everything you've been through, I'd think you'd at least be brave enough to confront a GIRL!"
"Shut up," he said.
"I've...gotta go. Meet me back here tomorrow night at eight. Seeya." he pushed past me and went somewhere else. Then, I left and came here.
9:28 PM, Dormitory
Oh my! This is great! I had practically the same conversation with Luna as I did with Ron. Except she like RON! RON! Amazing! This is going to be easy-peasy!
Tuesday October 2
7:11 PM, Common Room
The most AMAZING thing happened at Quidditch today. I looked into Draco's eyes and he looked into mine then he looked down then looked back up at me, then I looked down and looked up then he winked at me! HE WINKED AT ME! I'm so happy I could scream! Anyway, I told Luna to meet me at eight in the third floor corridor. Ron left about fifteen minutes before I was planning to, but I'm not going to show up at all. I'm so crafty.
9:29 PM, Common Room
Ron is back, and he's half mad, half happy. First he started yelling at me for not showing up and that I pulled a mean trick on it and I said it did the job, didn't it, and what was he doing there for an hour? His ears went red and muttered something about nothing and went up to his dormitory.
10:33 PM, Dormitory
It sucks being a Weasley. Whenever anyone of our clan gets embarrassed our ears turn bright red and it causes our freckles to stand out more than usual. It's not my BIGGEST physical defect, but it adds insult to injury.
10:37 PM, Dormitory
Actually, I'd say my biggest physical defect is a lack of boobs and a normal bum. I'm so flat.
10:42 PM, Dormitory
I hate my red hair, too. Honestly. I look like my head is on fire, even when it's not.
10:48 PM, Dormitory
Actually, no one noticed for about a minute when I was nine and George accidentally set my hair aflame.
10:58 PM, Dormitory
I reckon it's my hair why no one likes me. I mean, Luna and Ron like each other, but birds of a feather stick together. Did I just write that? I must be getting tired.
And Harry and Hermione have each other, but they're both quite good-looking people, despite Hermione's lack of ability to make herself look nice.
11:03 PM, Dormitory
But I do have my creepy stalker. But I don't know if it's a male or female.
Wednesday October 3
8:09 AM, Breakfast
Another letter.
Ginny,
Room of Requirement, after your Quidditch Practice. I'll be there this time. Promise.
Love?
WHO IS IT! Gosh darn it. Why won't he/she/it tell me?
6:56 PM, Quidditch Change Room
Harry's cloak is in my bag. Yep. I have clothes here so I'll change before I go. Draco was there again. I'll wear my stripy sweater and plaid skirt. I love mixing textures. I read that that's the thing to do in a muggle magazine.
7:22 PM, Quidditch Change Room
I'm ready to go. I'll cross my fingers for good luck.
7:27 PM, Corridor
My fingers are starting to hurt. I'm going to MENTALLY cross my fingers.
7:32 PM, Corridor Outside Room of Requirement
There's a door. THERE'S A DOOR! Oh dear, what should I do? Open it seems to be the obvious answer, but what if I see something I don't want to see? I mean, I've had enough life-scarring incidences from opening doors out of curiosity.
11:54 PM, Dormitory
Tonight was absolutely fabulous. I opened the door and there was no one in there. Well, I thought there was no one in there.
There was actually a couch and a shag rug in front of a cozy fire. It wasn't an overly large room OR overly small. The floor was black, as was the couch and the rug. The walls were green. The detailing on the couch was silver; the mantelpiece was too. The first thing I thought when I entered was how much I loved this room. I felt instantly at home.
I looked around but I couldn't see anyone. There was a small card, silver, of course, folded on the seat of the couch. In the same writing as the letters it asked,
Is this to your liking?
"Yes," I said aloud, hoping that whoever had written it was present so I wasn't being crazy and talking to myself.
"Good," said a familiar voice, but warmer than its usual tone.
"D—Draco?" I asked, "Is that you?" I looked around, not seeing anyone. "Because if you're not here, I'm going to feel awfully crazy, talking to an empty room like this. And if you're not Draco, I'll feel quite embarrassed, getting you confused with someone else. I'm really usually quite good with faces, but since I can't see yours..."
I felt someone put arms around my waist from behind and I screamed out loud. Obviously, whoever it was had disillisioned himself again.
"Relax," he whispered into my ear. He re-illisuioned himself or whatever you'd call it and I was right. It was him. I turned around to face Draco Malfoy. And he was grinning. A lot.
"You!" I shrieked, "What are you doing here? Why me?" I was feeling a mite hysterical.
His face fell. "I thought...forget it. Do you want to leave? Because you can leave and no one will ever know we were here."
Now I felt bad for him. I never thought I'd feel bad for a Malfoy. I think... he likes me? He can have any girl. Why would he want me? "Do you...do you like me? You can have any girl! Why would you want me?"
"No, it doesn't matter," said Draco.
"Yes it does," I
said, thinking. I don't want to be mean. And he really IS quite
groovy-looking, in those leather pants. "I...I like you, I've
been thinking about you since I saw you this year."
He
smiled. He genuinely smiled. I'll never forget that smile. There
was no hint of a sneer or a smirk.
"Good," he sighed. "Why would I want you? Why would I NOT want you? You're beautiful and smart and a nice person..." he ran his finger on my cheek.
I shivered and looked into his grey eyes.
And then, without warning, without saying anything, he kissed me! The nerve! The lips! The tongue...
I had no idea just KISSING could be so fun. We stayed fully clothed and everything (read: we didn't get into a broom closet and he DIDN'T get his hand stuck up my bra).
Before I left, we both
opened our mouths to speak. "You first," he said.
"Fine.
We can't...we can't have a...public relationship, if you know what I
mean, OK?"
"I agree," he said, nodding, "that's what I was going to say."
"Great," I said. He gave me a 'quick' good-night kiss and we both left.
And...that was my evening. Draco really is quite nice.
Thursday October 4
8:12 AM, Breakfast
Mellie has been badgering me from the second I woke up about where I was last night because there is no way I will ever tell her. I'm putting my foot down with a firm hand.
I got another letter, from Draco again.
Ginny,
I think we should meet in the same place at eight on Fridays. Every Friday, or at least until Fridays get boring and we want to switch to a different day or… I'm going to stop rambling now.
-You Know Who This Is
Hahaha! Yes! I think I've got myself an official boyfriend! Of course, no one can know and if anyone finds out our lives are at steak, but oh well. We could die together, a tragic and romantic death like in that muggle play Rome and Julia or something.
Friday October 5
10:22 PM, Dormitory
He's the bestest kisser in the world. Honestly. He knows just what I want, how I want it, and where. I can't wait to have sex with him. Did I just say that? I didn't mean… I'm not planning on doing it any time soon… oh dear. But we couldn't stay there too late because he has an early practice tomorrow morning.
Monday October 8
12:55 PM, History of Magic
Oh my God. That was funny. He's such a great kisser.
I was walking past a broom closet (the same one, I noticed when I was leaving, that Harry and Hermione were in…now I feel ill) and someone pulled me in. I nearly screamed but the person put their hand over my mouth and I knew it was Draco because it smelled a bit like cinnamon.
"Hey, babe," he said, standing really close to me (how far away could he have stood? We were in a broom closet!).
"Draco!" I giggled, "You're Head Boy!"
Though it was dark, I could tell his face had fallen. "Oh. Right." He moved to open the door.
I grabbed his hand. "That didn't mean stop!"
And I was ten minutes late for this boring class. I fear I'm going to have to break it off soon. Because…because… He's Draco. I'm just wasting his time. I'll talk to him about it on Friday.
Wednesday October 10
9:13 PM, Common Room
Ron was cursing about Draco tonight. Apparently, he spoiled his potion. I nodded and smiled. That's my philosophy on life. Nod and smile. Nod nod nod… but eventually I feel like one of those nodding dogs. Then I start to LOOK like a nodding dog and it's entirely unattractive. Unless I can get my half-smile and make my eyes look wide and attentive without looking like I've got a stick up my bum.
Friday October 12
8:33 PM, Dormitory
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! I went there, and I asked him why he was with me, why he wanted me.
"Draco, why do you want me?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Well, you know. I mean, you're… you're you, Draco Malfoy. Then there's me, Ginny Weasley and we're totally opposite and why would you EVER be attracted to me?"
He looked uneasy. "Err…" he said.
"Err? What do you mean by err?" I was quite mad.
"Well, the thing is," he said delicately, "there was this thing, and then… but I started liking you, for real, and… here we are!"
"What thing?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"Well, Crabbe said that I could have any girl in this school and Goyle said I couldn't and Crabbe said name one girl and Goyle said Ginny and Crabbe bet Goyle fifty galleons if I could get you. And then I got you and Goyle paid up and then they told me to break it off and I told them I did but I actually didn't because I actually really really like you." He said all of this very fast, in one breath.
I was SO MAD. Honestly. How dare they? Use me for a bet! I wanted to slap him, but…it's not like the time Hermione hit him, because we were alone and what if he hexed me or something and I was stuck in this room forever.
"Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes." I said calmly. "I understand. You used me, you used me to play a game with your little friends. And you understand that I'm never going to speak to you again, I'm never going to look at you, listen to you, or be within a hundred meters of you?"
He looked at me and opened his mouth to speak but I covered myself with Harry's cloak (which I still hadn't returned, I'll do it next week) and left.
Saturday October 13
12:21 PM, Dormitory
I'm v. depressed. Still in bed. Mellie tried to talk to me but I screamed at her so she called me a rude name. Then Hermione was in here. She's trying, but she really hasn't got the first clue about boys.
12:36 PM, Dormitory
Actually, no one has the slightest idea that it's about a boy. How unobservant. Actually, they all think it's PMS. And Auntie Flo should be arriving soon, right on schedule.
1:19 PM, Dormitory
Just got back from the bathroom. Do I know myself or what? Like half an hour ago I was saying that the painters should come in soon and here they are! Oh dear. Now I have another thing to add to my list of why I feel like a pile of dung today.
1)I had to dump a really hot bloke.
2)Said really hot bloke used me, therefore he's a jackass.
3)I'm getting a spot.
4)My period's come in
5)I have so much homework. I think I might cry.
Yes. Except I can't cry. Because I cried all night. Not like my friends noticed. I have no tears left. I'm also feeling rather tragic and poetic.
2:47 PM, Dormitory
Still in bed. Yes. I'm still feeling tragic and poetic. So I will write a poem.
Draco was a wonderful bloke
But one of his friends had become broke
'A bet!' the friend said in a tone something mean
'Take that Ginny girl! She's beautiful and lean,'
is what the other boy's idea had been
because that lovely girl they'd seen
On the Hogwarts Express Train
When this had happened, it had also started to rain
They did not know
That her feelings would grow
Until she was depressed and sad and unable to write a proper poem.
Ugh. I suck at poetry. I'd paint a picture, but last time I drew something, someone had accused me of drawing nudes (which was NOT what I was drawing. It was a basket of fruit. Honestly.) so I've scrapped that idea.
And I can't sing, because…well, I just can't sing! And if I have to sing my own stuff, we're back to poetry and I now know how hopless I am at that.
Sunday October 14
4:11
Draco wasn't at quidditch. It would have been awkward. I mean, I've had his tongue in my mouth...but his tongue's been in every Slytherin girl's and probably half the Ravenclaws...this is annoying.
But I don't like him. At all. I can't stand him. I hate his guts.
If Pinocchio lied inside his head, would his nose still grow?
Peck-pack-of owls-Obviously from OoTP!
I'm putting my foot down with a firm hand is from a Georgia Nicolson book, I think
