Hi. My story was removed, so I am being rebellious and putting up again. Swearing will be kept to a minimum this time. Sorry for the swears last time. Enjoy!

Chapter one

Dear Diary

Well knock me down with a bunch of feathers and stone me with a rock. Mine darling Harry looked my way today. My way. Yes, you heard it right, MY way!!! His eyes (such deep, green eyes) swayed over to me. Well I suppose it was hard not to, since I had just run into him and I was splayed on the floor, legs over my head and newly split bag covering my arse. But in a dignified way of course.

Shite, who am I kidding??? The entire corridor was in hysterics from laughing so hard. Even Harry was snickering a bit, though he tried to hide it, bless him, green eyes (such gorgeous, wonderful green eyes!) dancing in mirth. Blushing like the idiot I am I scrambled pretty damn quickly to my knees, hastily tugging my skirt over my knickers before I scooped up my bag. I swear, the whole of my face must have been SCARLET. I kid you not, SCARLET. I mean usually it goes a nice subtle claret, sometimes even crimson on a bad day. (Bad day when Harry's around duh) but no, I just had to go the whole hog and flush scarlet. Wait a go Ginny. Anyway, just as my head was about to explode with all the blood rushing to it, I see this nice, masculine hand before me. Harry's hand of course.

I weakly grab it, and he hauls me up so hard he pulls me straight into his chest. I was like, OMG, what the hell do you bath in boy? His smell totally knocked me out. All lemony and clean, YUM, and I was all for snuggling into his chest and staying there till the end of time, but then he takes this little step backwards, making ME stagger forwards a little cos I had been leaning on him.

"Whoops a daisy!" I splutter, tripping over my feet, and if that wasn't bad enough, I TOTALLY shower him in spit spray. All over his face! ARAGH! Not only do I come out with a stupid nerdy expression, but I do a whale impression on him as well! "Oh, class Ginny, just class!" I think as I turn purple and mumble my apologies before beating a bloody hasty retreat. I glanced back before I hid round the corner. He was wiping his face, looking totally disgusted. Great.

Oh dear god. Something has just occurred to me. Did he see my KNICKERS when I was rolling on the floor? I don't remember my skirt covering me! Oh crapohcrap. What knickers am I wearing? Oh shite, PLEASE don't be my ripped bright red ones!

Just checked. Phew its ok I'm wearing my pink panda ones, which are just pretty ordinary only with a panda motif, which happens to be a pretty stylish label in the wizarding world I'll have you know. I wonder if Harry noticed and was impressed? I wonder what underwear HE wears? Ok Ginny stop it dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts.

OOO I have just smelt my hand and it smells very faintly of Harry! Oh, yummy yum. I must find out what aftershave he wears, so I can buy some and smell Harry wherever I go. Some girls are now giving me odd looks because I'm trying to write this and smell my own hand at the same time. WHAT? I can smell my hand if I want to! Especially if it has essence of Harry on it. They should try it some time. If you haven't guessed I am in the dining hall on my own because my best buddy is in the library and we're not allowed food in there. Honestly, I do love Jassi but she can be such a nerd sometimes when she wants. I mean, sacrificing food for homework! She's as skinny as a rake too. If she keeps skipping meals she'll turn anorexic. Well at least there's no chance of me doing that. Though now I'm trying to write, smell my hand AND eat all at the same time, which is oh so skilful but I should really stop or I'll get gravy on these pages. So I'm stopping. Now. Right... now.

2:00 pm.

Well, THAT was a waste of time.

The second I tucked this book away and speared a lovely big potato on the end of my fork, someone thumps me on the shoulder, making me jump so much I dropped my potato in my lap. Slightly peeved, I scooped it up, twisted round and prepared to throw it at whoever dared to disrupt my lunch, when I realised it was Ron. Or should I say, My Annoying, Unsubtle Older Brother.

Well, in any other circumstance I would've thrown the potato anyway, but this little machine in my brain suddenly said "Ron = Harry" so I hesitated and looked over his shoulder. Yup, there he was, with Hermy. So I try to go all casual, "Oh, hey Ron," but comes out in a strangled squeak. Luckily, Harry was distracted by the dirt under his fingernails and didn't hear. Hopefully.

"Hi Gin. Now you wasn't going to throw that at your wonderful brother Ron now was you?" he replied, seating himself next to me, and The Love Of My Life and Hermione sat on the other side of the table.

Wonderful brother??? Per- lease. But all I can do is shake my head mutely and start shovelling food into my gob. All I could hear in my head was "Whoops a daisy! SPRAAAAY! SPLUTTER!" which was not what I wanted in my head at the best of times, but around Harry the results are chaotic. I could already feel the red rising in my cheeks.

"I'msorryivegottagoaskjasssummat!" I burble, leaping up and legging it out the Hall as fast as I could. THEN I hear Ron crack up behind me, so I slow down to a walk, acting like I was in no particular rush to get out the Hall, no, not me, which immediately made me look even more incredibly dumb as I had just sprinted half the length of the place then slowed down to a stroll. Well, ok, a jog.

I'm hiding out in the library with Jassi now, who keeps lecturing me on this essay due in tomorrow (she did it weeks ago) and as its for our mean DADA professor, I suppose I'd better listen to her.

Ginny xxx