Chapter 4

Dear Diary,

Guess what. Jassi's mad at me.

I mean, she was mad when she realised I had detention, and I didn't tell her. She was mad when she found out I was the one who caused Trelawney to have a near death experience. But this time, she wasn't just mad. She was bloody FURIOUS.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU SPIED ON HARRY AND HERMIONE?"

Gulp. Try and look casual. Oh great, now we have half the common room staring at us.

"Jass, keep your voice down!"

Jassi just glared at me, two red dots going boing-de-boing in her usually blue eyes. I swear there was fire spurting out her nostrils and steam coming out her ears. I mean, Holy crap, if I want to look at my Love and his... acquaintance then I bloody well can!

The thing is, I actually made the mistake of saying that out loud.

As my words made impact, Jassi looked like she was going to EXPLODE I swear. I was even preparing to run for a mop to clean her off the walls, but instead of erupting her voice came out in this poisonous little whisper, "Ginny, I can't believe you. You are going on the verge of becoming a stalker and you're not even admitting it!"

Well, gee Jassi lets not get too harsh.

I am NOT becoming a stalker. I'm sorry but no! I mean, come on, following Harry and Hermione all round their day out at Hogsmeade does NOT count as stalking! I was doing it for a reason! I had to follow them, you see, to make sure they didn't kiss and destroy my brothers world.

And mine, for that matter.

Only Jassi really, really didn't see it that way. Her face went all screwed up, then she sighed and gave me a Look that meant, 'You really are naïve, you know that?' and said, "So if they had started kissing, what would you have done? Run over there and rip them apart? I don't think so."

Hey I could of done!

Actually I was really starting to feel down. With Jassi mauling me to shreds and the memory of Harry and Hermy laughing together, I started to really feel sorry for myself. There were even little tears of self pity prickling the corners of my eyes. I mean, stal- er- following Harry and Herm had really done wonders for my self confidence. NOT. How would you like it if you had to trek round watching your hearts desire and enemy killing themselves laughing over some (naff) joke? Then stare, unable to tear your gaze away as Harry edges closer to Hermione while she's still laughing? Watch, as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and see her stop laughing? GLARE as their lips get closer and closer until...

I can't say it. I really can't say it. URUGH it was horrible. I didn't actually see it through. I'm not THAT obsessed, gimme some credit! No, I ended up running all the way back to the castle (which damn near killed me) and gasping out my story to Jassi. Who then got mad. She got even madder when a tear slid down my cheek, going on about how I had no right to cry, I had bought it all on myself, bla de bla.

I suppose she's right.

I hate it when she's right. So that's why I'm glad I left out the kissing part, because that would have been really badly contradicting myself.

I hate it when I do that.

11:00am (The next day)

Bored. Boooooorrrrreeeedddd. Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyy boooooooooorred. There's nothing to dooooooooo. I mean, what is there to do on a Sunday morning at 11 o'clock? That's right, nothing. I haven't even got anyone to talk to! Jassi, being oh so supportive and nice has disappeared off to the library to get some homework done, and I can't face breakfast without her. What if Harry just HAPPENS to sit next to me, and I have no-one to hide behind? Eeek! I'm starting to blush at the very THOUGHT. So imagine how I'd be if he really DID do that! I'd be the human form of a very purple jelly. I wonder if Harry likes purple jelly?

Ok. Maybe if I wait a while then Jassi's conscience will kick in and she will come back to escort me to the Great Hall? Yeah. Jassi always feels guilty at the slightest thing. It'll work.

11:10

Nothing yet.

11:15

Still nothing.

11:20

She must be on her way, surely! I bet she's coming up the stairs right now!

11:22

Just checked. She's not.

Poo.

11:26

Ok I can't take this any more. I'm fed up of eating chocolate frogs to sustain my hunger, which is rapidly growing by the second. I mean I love chocolate and everything, but I just don't fancy any right now. In fact I'm positively sick of it. ANYONE would be, when you know there is sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and all the jams of the rainbow below you. Below you, but just out of reach! Aragh! Right that's it I don't care if Harry's there or not. I'm practically on the verge of tears here! I'm off, to some lovely lovely food. Don't try and stop me!

12:00

Fine, so I didn't go to the Great Hall.

Guess where I really did end up?

"Pleeeease Jassi, pleeeeease come to breakfast with me! I'll love you forever! I'll give you my entire supply of chocolate frogs, and you know how much I love chocolate!" Not that there's that many left but still.

Jassi just raised her eyebrows at me over the top of her books, looking really sarcastic and, well, mean. "I am not coming to breakfast to watch you mooning over Harry."

"I won't Jassi, promise promise. I need you with me in case he randomly decides to sit next to me, or if Hermione tries to talk to me, and oh I'm STARVING. Please!"

"You have been eating breakfast on your own on Sundays for weeks now. Don't be such a baby! Besides," she added snarkily, "If you had the will power to stalk them all around Hogsmeade then I'm sure you can sit through breakfast!"

Humph.

"Jassi. I am begging you. I need you as a friend to be supportive to me and help me!"

She looked up at that, and my hopes started to rise. Then she glanced at her watch and sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Ginny, even if I wanted to I couldn't."

"What?! Why!"

"Because breakfast finished ten minutes ago."

AAAAAARRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!

"And don't look at me like that. It's your own fault."

Quiet you.

So now what am I going to do, Merlin help me??? I think I might faint from the hunger. Lunch isn't until 3 o'clock! THAT'S 3 HOURS! Stupid Jassi. Now she's just ignoring me, and carrying on with her work. I can't believe I forgot when Breakfast ended. It always ends late on weekends, cos everyone likes to lie in then, but all I have to go on is four chocolate frogs until dinner! I don't think I can survive. I will sit here and think up devious plans to get food. Yes I think I will. I will even make a clever list.

Devious Plans To Get Food

By Ginny Weasley

1) Stalk people carrying toast by the lake and threaten to tie them to the Whomping Willow unless they hand over said food.

2) Leap into the lake and battle with Giant Squid for soggy bits of bread.

3) Ask Fred and George to nick something from wherever they nick stuff from.

4) Invent own food.

Grr! Jassi just had the audacity to walk up behind me, look really casually over my shoulder and crack up laughing! Flippin' cheek. Then she goes and says, "You, invent food? Without blowing yourself up? Oh sure!" then goes off into peals of laughter again. So I give her this really sour look and say, "Thanks Jass. Thanks a lot." Which just makes her laugh even louder!

Ha. The librarian just came over and screamed at Jassi for making too much noise. Ha ha haaaaaaa. Jassi looked totally mortified and shut up instantly. She's never been told off in her life. Good time to start now then. Snicker

Oh, Merlin. I'm starving, hungry, famished, DYING, stomach rumblingly starved... I think I'll go find those chocolate frogs. At least they're something, even if it's not bacon, toast, butter, grilled tomatoes, Harry, chicken, gravy, Harry, roast potatoes, ice cream, soup, Harry... oh crap now I'm literally drooling at the thought of all that YUMMY YUMMY stuff. I'm off back to the dorm in search of my remaining frogs. Oh, the thought is just sooo tempting. I mean, who needs a full English breakfast when you can have dried up, almost out of date choccy frogs? Exactly.

1:06 pm

Omigosh.

OmiGOSH.

I think, no, I KNOW I just made a massive fool of myself.

As usual.

And 3 guesses for who it was in front of? Well in case you only have half a brain that person has beautiful green eyes, sooo deep and mysterious they almost make me cry whenever I have the privilege of gazing into them.

Yes, that's right, PROFESSOR FLITWICK!

Have I ever mentioned Flitwick really does have nice green eyes? Well, they are more of a grey green, not nearly as nice as Harry's. And of course Harry has a much fitter body too.

Not that I stare at Flitwick's body or anything. I mean he COULD be hiding away some really nice muscles under that robe, er, not that I would know from experience or anything, but you never know he could work out regularly at the gym, with Professor Dumbledore by his side.

Ok I am going desperately off topic, because I really, REALLY don't want to re live this experience I just had, but I know I have to or it will be bugging me for ages afterwards and I won't be able to sleep at night and then...

I'm rambling.

Fine, you really want to know?

Tough I'm going to tell you anyway.

Picture the scene: There's me, pottering down the corridor leading vaguely in the direction of the Gryffindor common room, muttering obscenities under my breath which often have the words, "Hunger," and "Stupid" and "Jassi" mixed into it. Anyway I walk past this door, ignoring it completely when it starts to open, but snapping my head up and gasping rather spectacularly when a certain messy haired someone pops out.

And. Oh Merlin, and he happened to be doing up his FLIES, or his wasps or whatever boys call those little zip thingies on their trousers that they unzip to do, ahem, their business.

There's more.

As he was doing them up, he only got it stuck HALF WAY, so as he's standing there struggling, and I (I!) STOOD THERE like a freakin' GOLDFISH gazing at his BOXERS without even trying to look away! (Which happened to be black and white, by the way)

Why didn't I run away and hide, like I usually do? He didn't even see me at first! He was sort of frowning at his, erm, below regions, and cursing under his breath, but I just stand there like a total loon and suddenly this thought occurs to me: Why has Harry just come out of a classroom doing up his zipper??

Oh SHIT, I thought panicking, what if Hermione's behind him?

And that ladies and gentlemen, that was all it took for me to begin the Blushing Symphony of the year.

Then my stomach decided to take control as I so clearly wasn't, and let loose with this massive rumble to rival a small earthquake and guess what: Harry heard it.

So he looks up, startled, then gives me a nervous grin (all the while tugging frantically at his zip) and says, "Oh, hey Ginny."

"Eee- ack!"

Now, all these cool, sophisticated things to say were running through my head, like, "Hey, nice boxers," or, "Bit stuck there are you?" or even, "Hiya Harry. Wanna make out?" but ohhh noooo, I had to go and SQUEAK. Fortunately, he doesn't notice, and I, instead of doing the sane thing and leaving him to it, decided to stay and try and impress him. (With what? My brilliant impersonation of being a tomato? What high was I on at that moment? What had Jassi slipped me in the library? One of her bongs no doubt...)

So, in my vague attempts to impress him, I start to stutter madly. I said (or at least tried to say) in a joke-y kind of voice, "If Hermione's there, can you ask her to come out?" Only cos I was tripping over my words it came out as, "H-H-Hermy be-ack th-there then, huh?"

He looked up at that, frowning. "What?"

"Hermy, er, I mean Hermione! You know her? I- I – I mean of course you do, since you're going OUT and everything, n-not that I think that's a bad thing but it is sort of obvious..."

Ok, someone kill me NOW, I thought frantically, Harry's frowning so hard his face looks in danger of falling off, leaving my witterings to get quieter and quieter until they fade to nothing.

"WHAT?" he yelps, really, really loudly, finally cottoning on to what I said, then he starts laughing. Really, really laughing.

"Ginny," he manages to choke out eventually, "This is a bathroom. As in a boy's bathroom? Why," here he started cracking up again, "What did you think it was?"

Of course, my mouth is about as wide as a cave, and the most I can do is to stand there, mouth opening and shutting like the goldfish I am, then did the most sensible thing I'd done throughout all of that ten minutes.

I ran.

Sweet merciful crap! What kind of stupid -thunk- idiot -thunk- must he -thunk- think I am? -Thunk thunk thunk-

Jessica just came in and found me thumping my head on the table. She raised her eyebrows, all snooty like and said, "Oh, Ginny darling, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your little self harming session!" then turned and went somewhere else.

That is it. That is IT. Where is Seamus Finnigan??! I need to have a small word with him right now....

Ginny xxx