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Summary: These are basically a few missing moments from Half-Blood Prince. The reason I am doing this is because I am incredibly dissatisfied with most of the ones milling about there, featuring a completely obsessed Ginny. If anyone read the now famous interview J.K. shared with Mugglenet creator Emerson and Leaky Cauldron founder Melissa, they would have realized that she basically said that Ginny had to get over Harry for him to notice her. I have decided to keep up that notion in my own ficlet.

This is Ginny Weasley's journal, but I am not dating it, because no one reads the dates anyways. The entry numbers are random, because I am not going to even try and pretend that I entered all of them, I just wanted to insert the ones that I felt showed a change in her relationship with Harry or events that are particularly important to each other.

Now, on with the story

Entry #186

Today I pulled the prank! And it was brilliant! I got the idea when the Marauders' map suggested to me that I torture Moaning Myrtle. I was briefly considering it but then I decided to send Fred and George a Hogwarts' toilet seat. They would be so proud of me. Plus they would think that it was bloody brilliant. I mean, Fred and George were really great pranksters. I still can't get over the fireworks display. Possibly the best prank I have ever seen. Oh, it drove Umbridge absolutely crazy. She was practically pulling out her hair by the end of the fiasco.

I decided not to include Ron in on the prank. To be frank, Ron seems so deeply concerned with other things these days that he probably would have just been a drag on the whole thing. Instead I decided I was going to let him enjoy the after effects like the rest of the school. Brilliant!

It seemed to me that most people were pretty appreciative of the whole thing. The school has been pretty low lately, mostly because of you-know-who, and then OWLs and NEWTs are coming up, so there's that looming over 24/7 of the school's heads. We don't even have quidditch to take our minds off of things. How sad.

So anyways, I decided that I was going to blow up a bathroom. Well not a bathroom really, but all of the toilets in a bathroom. I mean, at the time I thought it was going to be rather easily fixed. Just give everybody a little laugh. No big deal. Boy was I ever wrong.

Well I snuck into the bathrooms around the time most of the school was filing into breakfast. I walked in and stuck extra strong dungbombs in the bowl of every toilet. They have twice the fire powder, so they should manage to blow the tops of the toilets right off. I threw a dungbomb into each of the bowls and sprinted out of their. I certainly didn't want to be caught blowing up a bathroom. I mean, I have been in enough trouble recently what with snogging Harry in all of those broom closets. I think people think that it is all that Harry and I do. They probably don't even think we have conversations. Well, so long as Ron doesn't think I am some sort of tramp, I personally could care less.

Well about half an hour later I casually pass the bathroom to see it in a place of complete chaos. There were teachers milling about everywhere. They were trying to restore order. Most of the students were trying to figure out who would blow up a bathroom. They were also trying to figure out if anyone was inside. Apparently they thought this is some sort of death eater attack. Oops. Finally though they realized that it was just a prank, and no one was hurt. McGonagall actually smiled. Everyone was so relieved that it wasn't an attempt on anyone's life that they were howling with laughter. Two Hufflepuff second years broke out into tears. It was a scene of complete disorder.

The rest of the day, it was the most crowded hallway in the school as everyone was trying to glimpse the blown up bathroom. Finally, McGonagall stationed prefects all around the bathroom to prevent people from going in. I felt so proud. I can't wait to tell Fred and George. They will probably be in awe.

Entry #187

Well I asked Hermione why they hadn't fixed the bathroom yet. Apparently, they are trying to find out whatever caused the explosion in the first place, and that means not tampering with the evidence. Whoops. I suppose I forgot that minor detail. Well fortunately I didn't use my wand when I put the dungbombs in the toilets, so they can't check for the last spell I used.

I can't believe they are making such a big deal about this. I thought it would lighten everyone's mood for a day, maybe two. But it seems like Christmas has come early. I suppose I forgot how much everyone is afraid of what's going on in the outside world. You don't really notice the oppressive nature of things in the school because you get so used to it. It actually reminds me a lot of Diagon Alley last year. When we went to visit the twins, I was completely blown away. There were maybe five or six other people in that alley. That was all. And those that were in that alley looked completely terrified. I guess they all thought that you-know-who was just going to jump out at them. Personally, I wasn't scared at all, because Harry was there. All these extra security precautions seem so stupid. You-know-who isn't going let a silly little thing like charms, enchantments, and trained wizards keep him from Harry. When it comes down to it, it will be Harry against you-know-who, and no one can stop it or keep it from happening in the end. The end will just be the two of them. No one else will matter, they will have reached another plane of existence, at least in their minds.

Hogwarts has been a lot like that these past few months. Every wave of death eater attacks brings more and more sadness to the school. There are more and more disappearances amongst the students. No one remains unaffected. I guess my supposedly little prank just made everyone realize that the world doesn't end with this war. There is time and space to live. We mustn't stop fighting or give up on hope. We can still find a way to make it through this all. Even if we don't all face you-know-who or fight the death eaters we can win this war by not letting him take over the way think. As long as we keep some sense of happiness we will manage to win this war. We need to show him that we will not roll over and let him take over without a fight.

Would you look at that, I am so scatter brained. I cannot believe how off track I just got. I do that sometimes. I start out writing one thing and I end up discussing something completely different. That's a great thing about journals, they aren't graded. Damn teachers.

So back to the original point that I wanted to make. The bathroom is still being guarded by prefects. Ron actually got class off today so he could stand around outside and not let people inside. Actually, he did let people inside, he just charged them for it. Two sickles if you wanted to just get a quick look around. Four sickles if you really wanted to poke around and explore. I am glad he got something out of it because I feel kind of bad about not letting him in on the prank. There isn't too much he could have done or anything but it would have been a little nice to make it a Weasley event of sorts. We haven't done anything together recently, so this would have been fun.

But he has managed to make this great for him as well, so I am satisfied. I wonder what he is going to do the money. I am weighing between two things. The first thing I suspect that he will do with the money is by an assload of candy. He will just litter his dorm with candy, and be very sad when Harry and Neville steal some. Or he is saving up for an engagement ring to give to Hermione. Actually, he probably isn't, but those two are so clearly smitten with each other that he might as well. Hmm, she'd probably like something with diamonds.

Hermione has been posted in charge of the clean up of the bathroom. She doesn't seem too happy about this. She is going to have to miss Ancient Runes because of it. I take Ancient Runes, and it is not exactly an enthralling class so I don't see why this would bother her so much, but then again, she is Hermione. I wonder if she is going to figure out that it was me while she is cleaning up. I wouldn't put it past her. She is the cleverest witch of her year and she could probably figure it out faster than most of the teachers. If she does figure it out: do you think she will tell on me? She probably doesn't want to see me get in trouble, but on the other hand, she hates to see people go unpunished for breaking rules. I could see her going either way on this one. She might just decide that it isn't worth telling on me for, and let the whole thing drop.

After all, she must have seen the effect it has had on people here. They seem to be completely thrilled. It's like a giant weight has been lifted, if only for a short while. I think that a few toilets are more than enough price to pay for giving everyone a day or two of happiness. Plus, no one actually got hurt in the explosion. Could she really get mad at me for something as stupid as blowing up a bathroom?

It really is just a bathroom for God's sake. There could have been far worse things to do. I could have taken the Marauders' advice and transfigured the chickens to sword fight with us. Or stuck all of the Great Hall tables to the ceiling. But did I? NO! It really isn't that big of a deal. Plus, they can totally clean it up with the wave of a wand. They just refuse to because they are looking for who blew it up in the first place.

Oh God, I just realized, what if they figure out that was me that did it and give me regular weekly detentions. I wouldn't mind normally except Harry has detention every single Saturday so we end up spending barely enough time together anyways. If they give me regular detention, it will be like I will never get to see Harry again. It seems like the entire school is trying to keep Harry and I apart. Gah, I don't even understand it. Plus I have to study for OWLs. How exactly am I supposed to see Harry, study, hang out with my friends, and have a regular weekly detention? I suppose I should have thought of that first, though if people thought everything through before they did it, nothing would ever get done. Besides, thinking through things is overrated. Spontaneity is the spice of life.

I was just reminded of something: did you know there is a phrase that says "Variety is the spice of life"? What does that mean? People don't thrive on variety, they thrive on regularity and order. If they were meant to live off of variety they wouldn't fall into meaningless daily patterns. This is why it takes odd balls like me, Fred, and George to break them out of their patterns. We are really just good Samaritans who are here to help. That's all we are.

Entry #188a

Hermione has finally approved the cleaning up of the bathroom. Apparently there is no evidence of whoever blew up the bathroom. They think that it might have just been some sort of freak plumbing accident. I don't understand that at all. You would think that they would have found the dungbombs by now. They weren't that well hidden, I sort of forgot that detail.

I'm trying to remember here. I went into the bathroom… I took out the dungbombs… I threw them into the toilets… I heard the toilets hissing… I ran the hell out of there… I went to a bathroom upstairs and washed my hands… I went to the great hall… I started buttering my toast… we heard a loud boom come from upstairs… the teachers went upstairs to investigate… twenty minutes later Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I decided to go upstairs and see what was happening… we found the exploded bathroom.

Yeah, I definitely did not exercise the necessary care or precaution to prevent myself from being discovered by the teachers. I mean, the dungbombs were in there so they had to know that a student had done it. And then they probably could have traced it back to me. I mean look at my family with Fred and George. They might have guessed that it was me or someone who had contact with them.

In other news today two of the girls in my dorm got the flu. I suppose I should be prepared to come down with it. Ugh, I hate getting sick. I absolutely despise not being able to do anything of my own control. Getting sick means you are just stuck in bed all day and forced to watch people around you and stare at the walls. You can't do anything. Oh it is so dull. Bleh.

Anyways, I think I am going to go ask Hermione why she approved the clean up of the bathroom so quickly. I don't think she had anything to do with it…

Entry #188b

Well I was wrong! Hermione knew that I was the one who blew up the bathroom, and better yet, she was totally willing to let me off of the hook. Every now and then Hermione really surprises me. Even if she wasn't going to report me to the teachers you would think that she would have given me a good two hour lecture. But no! NOTHING!

I didn't even get the chance to go see her. I was sitting in the common room playing chess with Harry and laughing at Ron's face as he watched us make terrible moves. That's so much fun to do. Playing chess terribly in front of Ron is like a slow form of torture for him. I wonder if that's what he hears when a dementor gets close to him, someone ordering terrible moves from their chess pieces. It sure would drive him mad.

Anyways, we were playing chess when Hermione came up to us and then sat down next to me on the couch. She watched Ron's face for awhile and I swear I saw her stifle a smile. Even Hermione thinks it's funny to watch him suffer so badly. He is so mental, but she seems to adore him anyways. Well finally Hermione decided to address me.

"Ginny," she said turning to me, "the next time you blow up a bathroom, please don't leave your ancient runes book behind." Then she dropped the book into my lap. Harry and Ron were gaping at me open mouthed. Sometimes, you really wish you had a camera just so you can save the expressions that only appear once or twice in a lifetime.

"Ginny, you didn't. You wouldn't. Hermione's lying right?" Ron managed to choke out.

"Nope," I said. "I thought everyone's mood had been a little down lately and I thought that they could use a bit of a pick me up."

Harry, Ron, and I laughed for so long. I realize that I was so concerned with being found out that I hadn't been allowed to properly enjoy the prank myself. We laughed for at least a good thirty minutes. Oh I think I pulled a hamstring. Laughing is good for the soul.

Anyways after awhile we had all managed to gather ourselves together, even Hermione had keeled over because she was laughing so hard. Well Harry seemed so proud of me, it was adorable. He was looking at me like a proud parent who had watched his child take her first steps.

"Gin," he said, "you are adorable."

We sat there grinning at each other for awhile and FINALLY Hermione caught on.

"Ronald, I think we should both be heading off to bed."

"What? I'm not tired." He responded confused.

"Yes. You. Are."

"Oh," he said finally catching on. "Right. Coming Harry?"

"No," he said grinning, still looking at me. "I have something to take care of down here."

Harry and I spent most of the evening snogging. I think he was really amused by the whole thing. Gosh, if I had known that he was going to be so thrilled by me blowing up half the school I would have pulled a stunt like this ages ago.

Mmmm… I particularly enjoyed when he… or when… mmmm.

Entry #189

I sent Fred and George a toilet seat today. It was a really short letter. Actually one of the shortest ones I have ever sent to them.

Dear Fred and George,

I am sending this to you because you didn't send me one like you promised back when you were in your third year.

Love,

Ginny

P.S. How did you like it?

Then I attached one of the toilet seats I had gotten. I think that they will be pleased.

Entry #190

Well I was right, I got the flu today. And just as I suspected, Madame Pomfrey ordered me a day of taking potions and bed rest. However, I was wrong about one thing; it was not completely terrible.

It started out miserably enough. I felt like my head was going to explode. Finally after about an hour I managed to make my way down to the common rooms. I couldn't go any further though, so I just ended up collapsing on the couch. Have you ever had that feeling where your nose is just going to fall straight off of your face? Well I got to live with that this morning. Oh it was terrible. I haven't gotten sick this badly since my first year. I suppose the girls in my dorm were sicker than I had realized.

Well Harry came down a little later and saw me passed out. At first he thought I had just fallen asleep so he came over and tried to wake me up. When he realized I was sick though, he was so completely adorable. He took me in his arms and helped me walk down to the hospital thing. After Madame Pomfrey had looked me over he helped me into bed. He stayed with me until I fell asleep. Finally I woke up but he wasn't there. So I got to spend a good hour watching Madame Pomfrey try and sterilize the floors. Hooray. It was so dull I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, there was Harry standing over me.

"Well it's about time," he said, "I was beginning to think that you weren't going to wake up." Then he climbed onto the bed next to me and let me rest my head on his chest. It was really nice. Much to my delight, he had been spending the morning getting chocolate and butterbeer for us. It was wonderful. I can honestly say that I have never had so much fun getting the flu. Of course, I still felt like my stomach could upheave at any time, and I had a pounding headache, but it was fun nonetheless.

We spent most of the morning playing exploding snap and trading chocolate frog cards. I was feeling better but still exhausted, so when lunch came I was quite happy to take a break. Who would think that trading chocolate frog cards would wear you out? Huh. So Harry and I ate sandwiches and argued over who was most likely to win the league this year. He thinks that the Holyhead Harpies are due for a comeback, but I suspect not. I was arguing in favor of the Winbourne Wasps because they have such a brilliant keeper. I don't even remember falling asleep, only listening to Harry explain that the keeper was very good but also extremely predictable.

I think I must've been asleep for at least an hour, because when I woke up Harry was still next to me, and when I woke up Harry was reading a Quidditch magazine. Well I had closed my eyes again and was starting to drift back into sleep when I heard Harry talk.

"Oh Professor Dumbledore! Hello! You startled me."

"My apologies Harry," Dumbledore responded, "I was just passing by when I noticed you were in here. Is Miss Weasley well?"

"Oh," Harry replied, "she'll be alright. She caught a rather nasty bought of the flu."

"Yes, well wish her well for me. I hope she gets better soon, her exams are coming up."

"Thanks, I'll do that," Harry said. "Professor? Why are you down here in the hospital wing? Everything's all right I hope. No more attacks."

Dumbledore chuckled, "no no Harry. Don't worry. I was just going to get some pepperup potion from Madame Pomfrey."

"Oh okay," said Harry sounding relieved, "well, have a good afternoon Professor."

"And to you as well Harry."

I opened my eyes enough to see Dumbledore smirking as he walked into Madame Pomfrey's office, and still smirking as he walked out. His eyes were twinkling particularly brightly, which was weird. Who but Professor Dumbledore would be thrilled to see Harry hanging out with his sick girlfriend?

I told Harry that was weird, but I must have fallen right back asleep because I didn't hear him respond, as I was too busy putting my head back on his chest, which was the most comfortable pillow I could think of.

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I'm sorry there were no individual responses this time, in case any of you were wondering this is a bit of what my schedule looks like.

Weekdays:
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7:30 – stage crew finishes
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This is not meant to be an excuse, but I am absolutely exhausted and I feel that it would be more appreciated if I wrote a good chapter 16 than individual responses.