"Ginny's Diaries"

By: Alexandria

Authors note: Hey, I hope I'm getting some new readers, although I'm very proud of this small little cult that has been following my story! I'm sure in one of these next few entries I'll mention some nice common reviewers (if i get around to it . ). Thank you all so so so much for taking an interest. It is greatly appreciated. Here's the next installement!

August 17th:

Well well well, I guess I should take the time to write an update of my life. I've become very fascinated with a British band that played for Muggles a little under ten years back. They were called the Spice Girls. Hermione thinks I have absolutely gone bonkers. I think they're perfectly lovely.

Except for the whole skanky-ness factor.

But other than that, lovely.

Malfoy sent me a drawing. I guess I made him wait too long for my reply.

The drawing is now hanging on my wall, and I must say that everytime my eyes stray to it, I can't help but laugh a little. I mean, I could just imagine those brooding mean eyes, and way-too-serious-sneer on his lips as he was drawing it.

So here's what it's of:

I am a chicken, but I have a human head. And there are two midgets standing on their heads next to me, and a mouth bubble coming from near where my butt would be, and the words "Can I come out now"

God, hahahaa. Every time I see it or even think of it, I just start laughing. It's so bloody hilarious.

I even took it down to Hermione, and showed it to her. She, of course, wrinkled her nose at it and called it distasteful. Fred and George, however, absoultely loved it. Thought it was a riot. Thankfully they didn't ask who it came from, because I sure do hate lying.

Actually, they probably just thought Luna drew it for me. Heh heh. Poor little Luna. Sweet little Luna. I feel sorta bad for her, almost. Well, maybe. A little. A wee bit. Yeah, a wee bit.

You'd be retarded if you thought that I didn't write him back. I actually forgot about him for a few days until this picture of me with midgets up my bum came. But of course later that day I sent him another little love note. I can't exactly remember what I had wrote on it, but it had something to do with him never calling me his ever again. Yeah, because I am definitely, one hundred precent NOT his "dumb little girl".

First of all, I might be fairly short, but c'mon. I'm 16. I can handle myself, right? I like to think I can anyway. I mean, I ripped his robes, didn't I? I didn't need my older brothers' help, or Harry's help. I did it all by myself, thank you very much.

And I am definitely not stupid. Sure, my potiens usually blow up in my face, and sure animals usally bite me in CoMC, but that doesn't mean I'm dumb, does it? Because, ever since I found out about the order, I've been talking to McGonnagal about being an Animagus, and she's even considering it.

Ok, so that's a complete lie. She's really not. She kind of flat out told me no straight to my face. The conversation went something like this:

Me: I want to be an animagus

Her: hahahahah (well, not really.. more that tight-lipped almost smile that you knew she was amused, but wouldn't dare admit it to me)

Me: C'mon. It'd be great for the Order.

Her: who said you'd be part of the Order?

Me: Well, I'm just assuming I will be. My family is very involved you know.

Her: Yes, I do know. And while I do think very fondly of your parents, I do also know that you take after those wretched twin brothers of yours, so the idea is simply out of the question.

Me: staring definantly before stomping away like a little child

Yeah... it was really sad. Oh well. Harry's dad was an animagus, and an illegal one at that. Maybe I could do that! Or...maybe that's not too bright of an idea. Yeah, definitely not that bright of an idea.

What was I talking about earlier? Oh yeah, about how stupid Malfoy called him his "dumb little girl."

I am definitely, one hundred and fifty percent not his. What was he thinking calling me that? I'm not some posession. And I'm definitely not his posession. And to think that Zabini had the nerve to spread rumours about me.

God I HATE boys. Freakin A.

Stupid Ron won't freakin kiss Hermione already, and god knows how much I bloody loathe Harry right now.

Pathetically, that's not that true. Very pathetic. Poor git. I don't know what's worse. Me pining miserably for him - but writing secret love notes to Malfoy. Or me hating him.

Probably hating him.

Because that way I wouldn't be talkng to Malfoy.

Jaa

Authors note: Yay! well, That's about it. Wrote most of this in one night. That peice of Artwork is copyrighted, by the way. It's hanging in my locker and a picture drawn of my good friend. I think it's funny. Hehehehe..."Can i come out now"

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