Comments on Reviews on chapter 4:
Thank you, Cylonna, hoppers and Xani!
singin'intherain251-No! My legs do not homewreck! I will not write more, and I am SO MAD AT YOU for copying my diary style! Well, at least I got back at you for falling asleep while I was talking. And I could be better at Donkey Konga if I had a Gamecube...LMAO
Vanessa-Black and Zabini-Your story was good! Anyhow... I make my stories the same way as you do. My other story which completely SUCKS and I insist that you DO NOT READ IT (and I'm NOT TRYING to use Reverse Psychology XD) because it SUCKS is like that. LOL. I just kind of get a half-formed idea then I have to go to bed and I don't finish the paragraph and I think, 'what the hell was I thinking?' then I'll delete a page and re-write it XD.
This story has a bit more plot and I have some ideas that I'm going to use... when I'm unable to write (like...away from my computer XD) I think of a plot... and then it all depends on my mood etc. etc. Yes. nodnod ... wow. That was a lot of rambling. I'd better get this chapter started! gigglesnort
(On a totally unrelated note, my Grandma is taking me to London in the summer so I can find out if my assumptions/suspicions about the English were correct!)
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Chapter 4
Tuesday October 16
Dormitory, 7:28 PM
The girls were in here but they left. I'm all snuggly here, moping under my duvet. Marie decided I was sad because I lost my virginity. Diana had a bit of a nervy spaz and went on screaming about how I have sinned and will go to hell when I die. Then Marie started yelling about how a girl can lose her virginity whenever she wants and no one's going to care. After they were both hoarse, I announced that I had indeed NOT lost my virginity and there was no need to scream.
Wednesday October 17
Dormitry, 8:11 PM
Oh dear. Terrifying incident. I came in here after Quidditch and I was just innocently... well, I don't remember what I was doing, but it was innocent. Anyway, Hermione came in here holding a small box.
"Yes?" I said.
"Ron says you've been acting weird lately." she informed me.
"Oh?"
"Yes. He says you've been acting weird and it's because of a boy."
"Oh." I said. Go away, go away, go away!
"Yes. So he wrote a letter to your mum."
"Oh no!" I cried.
"Yes. Then she wrote him back. Then she wanted him to tell you something since he's older and therefore more mature, but he blackmailed me into doing it for him."
"Fine, then."
"Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much-" she started.
"I know, I know. They do a special cuddle in bed and along comes a baby. Is there anything new you'd like to tell me?"
"Yes, actually. Well... it's important that you have..." she hesitated.
"Have what?"
"Condoms." she turned bright red.
"Oh dear God," I muttered. "Go away."
"No, Ron's making me do this." she shoved the box of condoms into my hands.
"Hermione, I don't need these," I said, handing them back.
"Yes, you do," she gave them to me again. "I heard the shouting last night."
"Yes, but I didn't... do it. I'll be OK, I'm a smart and resourceful girl, and I really don't need YOUR condoms."
"They're not mine, your mum sent them to Ron to give to you."
"I don't care."
"It's important that you have them," she said, "because, well, one time, Harry and I-"
"AHH! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I screamed. "If I take them, will you go away?"
"Do you know how to use them?" she asked.
"Yes." I said.
"How would you know if you've never-"
"AHH! GO AWAY!"
She looked a bit miffed but left anyway. I feel ill.
Dormitory, 8:25 PM
Heehee! I just realized that condoms are just like balloons!
There are some things that muggles invent that wizards just don't improve much on. Like...with cameras and condoms and, well, we have records like muggles used to use in the 70's. Except we don't use electricity to spin our players and we can record a record with a flick of our wands. We also have balloons. But our balloons don't usually pop and our condoms don't break as easily.
Friday October 19
Breakfast, 7:44 AM
I got another letter. From Draco. He's such a ... I don't know exactly what he is, but it annoys me. I don't care and to show him I don't care, I'm putting the letter in my bag and I will throw it in the trash on the next chance I get...
Breakast, 7:49 Am
...after I read it. He's not looking.
Ginny,
I'm really really really sorry about what happened. Will you forgive me? Write back.
-Love, Me
I looked up and Draco's owl was still perched on the milk jug.
I scrawled on the back,
No. I said I didn't want to listen or talk to you.
Then I sent it back to him. I left because I didn't want him writing back.
Saturday October 20
Common Room, 12:31 PM
Creepy Creevey was here annoying me. I have no idea what he was talking about (either quidditch or Harry) so I was just doing what I do best: nodding and smiling. Mellie was sitting there too, I don't know if she was listening or not.
Dormitory, 1:47 PM
Draco's owl has been pecking at my window for the last quarter of an hour. I suppose I should let it in. But I don't want it in to see the letter, I just think it's cruel to make it stay there for a really long time.
Dormitory, 2:09 PM
I read it ssslllooowwwlllyyy... and he basically pointed out that by reading his letters I'm not technically LISTENING to him, and by writing back, I'm not talking to him. He's so incredibly witty. Not. Does he think I care? I wrote him back just saying,
Do you think I care?
I hope he gets my point.
Sunday October 21
Common Room, 4:18 PM
We're having a Hogsmeade Weekend next weekend! Yay! Well, everyone knew except me because I'm always at quidditch. But, I need more ink and probably another quill... Draco keeps harassing me. I would just not write back, but I feel so terrible for that poor owl, and it doesn't leave unless I give it a letter to take back.
Monday October 22
History of Magic, 1:09 PM
I'm going to make a shopping list so I don't forget to buy anything in Hogsmeade.
Ink
Parchment
Strawberry-kiwi lip gloss
New knickers?
I seem to be losing my knickers. How unfortunate. I mean, I put them where the laundry is supposed to go, but lately, they've been disappearing! It's rather disturbing.
Tuesday October 23
Kitchens, 7:48 PM
Well, I asked the House Elves if they've been stealing and/or losing my knickers and I forbade them to lie, but they said they haven't been doing anything peculiar with my undies.
Wednesday October 24
Dormitory, 8:58 PM
After quidditch tonight, I kind of dawdled and I was left alone and I forgot that Draco was watching us (or just me?) fromt the stands. Well, wouldn't you know it, he tried to catch up to me. But I'm not a Weasley for nothing. We can really bolt if we need to. And I needed to. So I ran. I think my lungs are going to explode.
Friday October 26
Dormitory, 6:37 PM
I was lounging around, doing absolutely nothing when Mellie burst in and asked, "Why aren't you exfoliating!"
At that moment, I decided to speak my mind and let Mellie know exactly what I was thinking. "What?"
"You know, for tomorrow? You always exfoliate then put on a mask then moisturize the night before a date but YOU'RE NOT EXFOLIATING!"
"What in the name of pantyhose are you talking about?"
"Your DATE! With COLIN!"
"Ew! Colin! Why would you think I have a date with HIM!"
"Uh... because he asked you and you said yes?" she said sarcastically.
"When did he ask me? When did I say yes? Are you making this up?" I asked.
"No," she said, "I was there, and you were going like this-" she did an impression of me nodding and smiling, "-so he took it for a yes."
"Do I have to go?" I whined.
"Yes, you do, Ginny." Mellie said. "Colin's quite a delicate little fellow, he could break down in tears at any moment."
Just then, Marie came in.
"Colin Creevey? He has a small penis," she said.
"How do you know?" I asked, "Have you seen it?"
She looked at me. "No, have you?"
"No!" I said.
She smirked. "My point exactly."
Saturday October 27
Dormitory, 9:33 AM
I am EXHAUSTED. I stayed up all night doing my face because it usually takes a few hours but I didn't get started till late. Then I had to manicure and pedicure...then plan an outfit...a lot of work for a boy I don't even like!
But, I will walk into a room, and heads will turn. Today, I radiate beauty and sexyness. Today, I am full of self-confidence. Today, I am a goddess.
I'm going to meet Creevey downstairs in 12 minutes. I had breakfast before I got dressed...well, I got dressed, had breakfast, then changed. I really don't trust myself to eat neatly; it must come from the being raised around boys for the first eleven years of my life.
Saturday October 27
Dormitory, 6:41 PM
Oh my GOD. I will never nod nor smile or do both at the same time EVER again. EVER.
Today was a complete DISASTER. I have never told a guy to his face that he was a bad kisser. Until today. Eew. Colin met me and we went innocently to Madam Puddifoots. I saw Draco sitting there, moodily stirring his coffee and glaring at me over his shoulder every once in a while. Colin went in for a snog across the table and Draco started stirring really loudly. Idiot. Then Colin just stuck his tongue down my throat. It was absolutely disturbing. What's even worse is that I still had a bit of tea in my mouth from my sip. So...it was a tongue-y, tea-y kiss. And he got his tongue into my mouth because he SHOVED IT THROUGH MY LIPS. I've heard that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body (but I've also heard the jaw and the buttocks are so I'm not sure what to believe... and how would they measure the strength of any of those muscles? I mean, you can hardly bench press anything with your bum... Anyway...) but it was insane. He almost hurt me! I think he sprained my jaw! I hate him. Then, after like... twelve seconds of snogging, I said, "Enough!"
Everyone in the restaurant turned round and he was like, "Enough of what?"
And I said, "your snogging! It's horrendous! A nightmare!"
He looked at me and said, "what? Why! I'm a good kisser!"
"No, you're not!" I replied, "you're terrible!"
Then I stormed out and left him with the bill. Ha, ha and triple ha. Idiot. Then I found Mellie and we shopped for the rest of the day. I'm broke.
Dormitory, 7:02 PM
But it was sooo embarassing! Everybody was staring at me! I'm scarred for life.
Sunday October 28
Breakfast, 10:09 AM
Draco sent me another letter.
Ginny,
Please agree to meet me. I need to see you. And I promise I won't snog you as horrendously as Creevey did.
-xxx
P.S. You looked very foxy when I saw you at the coffee shop.
See! Everyone knows! But he said I looked v. foxy. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! ...
The owl left, amazingly. So, I don't have to waste more stuff writing back. Go me!
The "Special cuddle in bed" is from a book my friend had about where babies come from and we found it in her basement when we were like... eleven and already knew about the 'facts of life.'
"What in the name of pantyhose are you talking about?" is from a Georgia Nicolson book.
