A/N: I just have to keep thanking for the lovely reviews. They make me feel lovely. All of you are lovely. The world is lovely.

On with the lovely chapter.

Dear Dragon Lady,

Your favorite color is purple, but you say you don't look good in it so you never wear it.

THE REST OF THIS ONLY APPLIES TO PEOPLE WHO WEAR PURPLE.

I think that classes are going well...It's kinda hard to tell.

"Awesome potion, Weasley. Take five points. And that Ravenclaw over there thinks you're a foxy lady." Dr. Broccoli said to me the other day in Potions, and it was an awesome potion. That Ravenclaw thing, on the other hand, caught me off guard. I looked over at the Ravenclaw he meant, who was looking at me, blushing slightly.

Why yes, I do believe foxy is a great term for him. Dark brown hair that falls into his dark blue eyes in the perfect way, tall, but not too tall, and a smile that could make anyone want him. And I mean anyone.

"Hi," he came up to me after class and said that, smiling. Gracie grinned at me and left, laughing a bit. I was probably bright red.

"Hi," I squeaked back. Why couldn't I be 'too damn pretty' at that moment at least?

"Did you hear about the Hogsmeade trip this Saturday?" he asked, still smiling. I found myself smiling, too. Probably a dumb smile.

"I hadn't." short answers were all I could muster.

"Wanna go? With me, I mean."

I grinned and nodded. We made plans. I nearly DIED.

Love and Such,

Ginny Who Dates

Dear Dragon Lady,

Before I got this huge fear of diaries, I was always frightened by monkies.

DON'T GO ANY FARTHER.

Hogsmeade was AMAZING. And my Ravenclaw boy, Sean Mullins, is really helping me with Operation Get Over Harry. OGOH for short.

And the time we spent in the Three Broomsticks must have come straight out of someone's romance novel. It was corny, sweet and PERFECT.

"You're really pretty." he said to me over Butterbeers, he completely caught me off guard. All I could was that overdone, smile, put the face down, blush, move some hair out of the face thing.

"You are." Sean informed, pushing some hair out of my face, his hand lingering. I of course, looked up, really hoping that he was leaning in.

He was.

And he kissed me. It was one of the sweetest kisses I've ever received. I must have turned right into an ice cube right then because I MELTED.

Life is officially good.

Oh, yeah, classes are good. I'm studying tons, getting ready for NEWTS early. And practicing quidditch all the time.

Have I mentioned how much I love my team? I probably have. I probably rambled about each player. Especially about my Seeker. I'll continue this trend then. Josie Abraham is the best Seeker I have ever seen. And she hadn't even heard of the game before! She kinda sounds like Harry, doesn't she?

HARRY JAMES POTTER MEANS NOTHING TO ME. I'm trying to get it in my head that he'll never stay with me. He's a hero, blah blah blah, his job is to save everyone, not love Ginny Weasley, blah blah blah. But it doesn't matter! I have Sean.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Kissable

Dear Dragon Lady,

My right foot used to be bigger than my left foot. There. It's the real Ginny. Awkward feet and all. Well, formerly awkward.

DON'T BE DUMB, STOP READING.

Professor Stipper is the meanest formal lady ever. I want to kick her. Hard. In the groin. I think she's a man. An evil man.

"Miss Weasley, I understand that you expect that is going to save you from a vampire?" Professor Stipper sniffed, looking at my weak spell as it disappeared.

"No, I think running like hell will." I mumbled that, I swear I did. BUT THAT EVIL MAN HEARD ME! Basically, I'm writing this after a painfully long detention where she had me scrub teacups. With no magic, of course.

How exactly is that going to help me avoid vampires?

I broke three cups. Didn't fix 'em, stashed them around the room.

I'm tired now, and Colin is crying for me to help him make things up for Divination.

Love and Such,
Ginny the Tea Cup Slayer

Dear Dragon Lady,

I squeak when I sneeze.

YOU'RE DONE READING NOW.

I need to pee soooooooo bad, but the bathrooms are hexed. The Slytherins have been hexing them all day, locking all the other houses out. The teachers are working on it, but taking too long.

Screw it, I'm going in the bushes.

I just peed in the bushes, with about half the school. The bathrooms have been hexed all day, each one with it's own special hex, so most of us have been holding it all day. On the bright side, I do believe the rest of the school is now united in the hatred of Slytherins.

I just peed in the bushes. Merlin, I have no shame. You know what this is? This is something that I don't want to tell my mum. And I have. Twice.

I'm afraid to face the pitch after this. I'm sure it has become a giant lavetory for nonplayers. It doesn't matter though, we don't have it next, next is Slytherin. The fools. They're our first match in just a couple weeks.

We shall demolish them with the force of many angry, over flowing bladdered, people. That made no sense, but it really hurt having to pee for that long!

Love and Such,

Ginny Who Has Peed

A/N Again!: Did you notice the slight change in form? I certainly hope you did. The way I see it, the girl's going through a lot, as in her whole seventh year, so staying in the same form of writing isn't on her mind. And I enjoy mixing it up.

As always, thanks for reading.