A/N: So I've officially reached an all time high with all the reviews I've gotten. Way to go, readers, now I'm royal spoiled.
I enjoy all the questions I've been getting, each one helps with the next chapter I'm writing. Meaning that each one will be answered! Promise.
Dear Dragon Lady,
Who cares if it's me.
WHY NOT READ THIS? YOU'RE MY MUM, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE.
Gracie and Sean didn't watch my match against Hufflepuff. They were busy. Shagging. Each other.
Apparently Gracie is a pretty girl, and pretty girls are better shags. I'm sorry, is this not something you want to read? Then don't read. It's so simple when it's not you.
I used to quietly roll my eyes at all those girls who cried over boys. Yes, I did do my share of crying over Harry back in the day, but I didn't publicize it.
Now here comes some painful irony, Sean, the boy who was supposed to make me get over Harry and keep me from crying, is the boy who had me sitting up all night in bed, sniffling and trying not to think about it.
It's not like I loved him. I certainly didn't love him. I just liked him. A whole lot.
I haven't even written the worst part because, it's the worst part and I don't want to write it.
Oh screw it, I can't change the past. Unless...
No. That'd never work. I can't change it.
I'll just write. Get it out there. Admit that it's real. It really has happened. There's now way that stalling is going to make it stop. Nope, no need to stall. Just need to write it. Put it on parchment. Make it known. Make it real. Let the world know. Or the bottom of Pig's cage, whatever. This parchment could end up anywhere. That's okay. It's going to say the worst part no matter where it ends up. Which is why I'm going to write the worst part. I am. Really.
I saw them shagging in the library. On a table in the back. Shushing and giggling and fucking.
They could have at least told me! I screamed when I saw it. Or them, rather. No, it works. They are no longer people. They are its. They can hang out with the he-she at the loser lounge.
Why couldn't they have at least told me? Gracie started going on and on about how she didn't want to hurt me. This is after we'd been thrown out of the library for my screaming, which made Gracie scream, which made Sean swear loudly. I'm not allowed in the library for another three weeks. Sean said he just couldn't stand to think of me crying. Well I showed him, I cried right in front of him! Now I'm the bad one.
I will get revenge. Somehow. Ooh! I know! I'll sleep with Sean's best friend. I do believe that he's also Gracie's second cousin...This oughta be sweet.
Oh gods, I just wrote how I'm planning on getting revenge sex to my mum...I sincerely hope you're not reading this out loud, Dragon Lady.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Vengeful Slut
Dear Dragon Lady,
When I was eight, I made up a country and threatened to hex all my brothers there. You thought this was a good idea, you silly little Dragon Lady.
THE REST OF THIS PARCHMENT IS FOR THE CITIZENS OF GINOPIA.
It is good to be a vengeful slut! Why the hell did you ever insult scarlet women? Being a scarlet woman is fabulous! It's like gettting a piece of the pie. With a big heaping helping of sex on the side.
Damn. I shouldn't have written that. Oh well, too late now.
Anyways, I'm not really a scarlet woman. There's only one guy I've gone scarlet for. The best friend of Sean, who is in fact Gracie's cousin. Another Ravenclaw, I just love the brainy guys. His name is Leo. He's tall, taller than Sean. Leo Jarsin, the tall. With wavy blonde hair and big hazel eyes. Well, not big. He just makes them look big at times. When he wants something. Like sex. Which I want, too! Because I am a scarlet woman.
Colin is the only person who knows that I've slept with this guy. We've gone on little dates, Leo and I. Sneaking to the kitchens, and staying in the library later than we're supposed to. He's more serious than I am, a lot more, but in a fun kind of way. He's serious in a good way. A way that I like. The only reason Colin even knows that I've already slept with him is because he kept asking me why I was so giggly one day. He turned scarlet after I told him, so I'm not really worried about getting a repuation.
Leo is a very convenient shag buddy. He's making Sean crazy by telling him. Leo and I have been at this for about three weeks, and we've shagged more than I ever did with Sean.
Why the hell am I writing all this down! Could someone look into my past and please point out the moment I started hating myself? Dragon Lady, you've known me for awhile, could you do it? Thanks, that'd be great.
That last part made it so that you could not say no. I'm the best.
Life is the best.
Love and Such,
Scarlet Ginny
Dear Dragon Lady,
The first thing I ever laughed at was Fred and George making snot bubbles. Dad told me that.
SNOT BUBBLES AREN'T THAT FUNNY ANYMORE, SO YOU CAN'T READ THIS.
I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't just be using Leo for a lay. I know it, I know it, I know it. But I don't care.
I had a dream the other night that I was old and sitting in a ginger bread house (I went to sleep hungry) and all these cats were around me. I started telling them how in my day, I got around. I was THE scarlet woman. The go to girl. Younger girls came to me for advice, and I gave it to them because I was a grade A whore. And those damn cats laughed! I swear! And they were ugly! Ugly cats! Bad, laughing, ugly cats!
And before I became a scarlet woman, that would have been the end of the dream. I know it. But not anymore! Now someone rings the ginger bread door, and I send a black and white cat to answer. Do you know who's at the door? A man. An equally old man who is there for me to shag so that those damn cats will stop laughing at me.
And they do. Because scarlet women will always prevail over cats.
I did something bad the other day. Not really bad, but pretty bad. It was after classes were over, and just remember, we hate Gracie. We meaning me and you, Dragon Lady.
So anyways, Gracie comes over to me after class the other day and starts telling me how she's tried to make amends, how I need to just get over it, and how everything is actually my fault and I lost it. I punched her in the face. The nose to be exact.
I don't think I've ever mentioned that Gracie has the upper body strength of an infant, and the instincts not to fight me when I'm that pissed off.
I got away with punching that horrible, horrible girl in the nose. I feel fabulous.
This means that soon my world will come crashing down...
Love and Such,
Ginny the Paranoid
A/N s'more: As always, a big thanks for reading this far. Tis a lovely feeling, knowing people are interested in what I write.