A/N: All right, dear reader, school has started for me. Bring it on, junior year.

This shouldn't affect my posting too much, just wanted to give everyone a reason on why it might take longer than usual.

Dear Dragon Lady,

I missed Christmas with the family this year. So sue me.

THE REST IS FOR PEOPLE WHO DID NOT SPENT THE HOLDIAYS WITH FELLOW WEASLEYS.

Sean tells me I'm pretty. All the time. And that's it. He's the freaking Keeper for Ravenclaw, but he doesn't even want to discuss that with me! Everytime I try and get him started on an actual conversation, he just goes on about how good I look. That used to be enough because, well, I'm shallow, but it's getting old.

Yeah, I'm pretty, I get it. But guess what--My pretty little head has it's own thoughts, too!

What is starting to make me really mad is that Sean seems to think I'm a joke, like the other day at lunch.

"Sean, all I'm saying is that Charms isn't that hard if you--"
"Gin, calm down. I really don't think you should worry about school work so much." he cut me off. That bastard cut me off, I was in the middle of talking and he cut me off.

"And why's that?" my eyebrow went up while I said that, giving the signal to Colin, Luna and Gracie who were listening that this was about to turn ugly.

"Because pretty girls don't need to work." he explained, as if this was the perfect answer. And then he smiled, no, he grinned at me. As if my pretty little head would not notice what he was saying if he grinned.

And Gracie laughed. She saw the eyebrow, she knows what it means, and she still laughed. As if this was funny!

I should have dumped him, but he's just so nice...

And he's still helping with OGOH.

I'm dumb, but I don't care.

Love and Such,

Ginny Who's Too Pretty Too Think

Dear Dragon Lady,

I go by Ginny because when I was little I couldn't say my own name. I certainly was adorable when I was little, wasn't I?

STOP, IN THE NAME OF LOVE.

That's from a muggle song. Catchy, isn't it?

I know I rag on Sean all the time, but he is a beautiful person. He gets on my nerves, but the other night, he made up for it. In a big way. At the edge of the Forbiden Forest.

Let's just say that I went back to the Gryffindor Tower with twigs in my hair.

Because we shagged!

Oh, no. No no no no no...Scratch out, dammit!

Merlin, I'm dumb. Maybe Sean's right, and it won't matter that I'm such a spaz.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Spaz

Dear Dragon Lady,

I'm allergic to oranges, but you seem to cook with them all the time. And when you do this I can't eat dinner. Because life is horrible.

THE REST OF THIS CAN ONLY BE READ BY PEOPLE WHO CARE ENOUGH ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN TO REMEMBER THAT ORANGES ARE BAD.

NEWTS are nowhere near being around the corner, but I find myself constantly sitting in the library with Colin, Luna, Gracie, Sean, and whoever else shows up.

"We should stop and eat." Gracie decided the other night, she often takes command.

"What makes you sy that? It's only...four hours since we were supposed to eat." Sean pointed out, ever so sauvely.

"Ginny's chewing on the table." Colin pointed out.

And I was.

I put my face down to rest, and just started gnawing away. No, I'm not weird. Just hungry and so exhausted that I could no longer tell what was food and what was table. We were in the library, a back table so as not to be seen by the vulture lady once known as Madam Pince.

It seems that every night I'm either in detention with the he-she, at quidditch practice, or in the library.

Sometimes, time permitting, with Sean.

I really need to work on remembering that I can't scratch out...

This letter is getting in the way of my precious sleep time, I just want you to know, Dragon Lady, that I am the best child you have ever had and shouldn't even bother having grandchildren because they will only disappoint when compared to me.

Oh, gross...I fell asleep on this parchment and can't get the drool off...What kind of freaky parchment is this?

Love and Such,

Ginny the Drooling Genius

Dear Dragon Lady,

My first fight was a against a six-year-old boy when I was four. He took my doll and I just wouldn't stand for that.

THE REST OF THIS IS WRITTEN FOR THOSE WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR THE HONOR OF A WINNIE THE WEEING WITCH DOLL.

We played Hufflepuff last night at Quidditch. They were tougher than we expected, but we still won. I'm still worn out from the match, otherwise this would be covered in WE WONS. I cannot get over my lovely little Josie Abraham, Seeker extrodanaire.

Why is that everything seems to suddenly become perfect at once? Life is just too good right now.

The he-she has backed down.

My studying is going oh so well.

Sean and I are better than ever.

Gracie lent me some magical hairclips that I am never going to give back, they make my hair look perfect everyday. Everyday!

McGonagall still loves me, and I swear I heard her refer to the he-she, as the he-she to Professor Flitwick in the hall the other day.

Operation Get Over Harry seems to be a success. That last one might be a bit of a downer for you, but it's making me feel quite a bit better about myself. I'm still appreciating the lack of Harry information, even though that's just because I get no response. Mysterious, that is.

Well, I'm off to find Gracie and Sean. They never finished telling me about what they thought of the match. They started, but something got us all off track. We were at a victory party, for goodness sake.

Love and Such,

Captain Ginny

More A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again, a hearty hug and hand shake for reading. Not at the same itme, unless it was a half hug, and those can be kind awkward...