Chapter 6
T2 - The Second Diary
George took the sheet of paper with Teresa's writing on it and began to read. Or more accurately, skim - he was far more interested in his wife's reaction to his writing.
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The Second Diary
Teresa Michaelson
"Really, Ginny, it's only fair, he innocently read your diary back in your first year..." the red-haired girl whispered to herself as she crept up the staircase.
Ginny conveniently ignored the fact that it wasn't really her journal, but Tom Riddle's, and that Harry hadn't even known it was in her possession until the whole affair was over. Ultimately, though, it didn't matter, because she was just using it as an excuse for what she was doing now: sneaking up to Harry's dormitory to pilfer his diary. She knew he wasn't the sort to write in a diary every night, but Ron had mentioned offhandedly earlier in the afternoon that he sometimes wrote once or twice a week in it.
It wasn't too hard to find the diary, given that she knew about the invisibility cloak. The middle dresser drawer appeared to have nothing in it, so she reached in and felt around with her arm, sporting a triumphant grin when her hand felt the smooth silky feel of the cloak where her eyes told her nothing existed. She carefully unwrapped the invisible cloak, revealing a small leather-bound book within. Ginny quickly took the diary and retreated to her room with it.
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Sept 1st
Finally back at Hogwarts! Like always, I counted down the days today - it's always a great day when I leave the Dursleys for nine months, but this time it's forever!
Actually, I wouldn't have minded the Hogwarts Express taking a bit longer, though, because Ginny and I somehow had a compartment to ourselves the entire trip up. Granted, it was one of the smaller rooms in the second to last segment of the train, but it certainly beats packing five or six people in one of the usual compartments. And, though I could never admit it to her after last year, but the thing that made it so perfect was that it was her, that it was just me and Ginny.
I don't think there was anything we didn't talk about, sitting next to each other on the plush seats, but I mostly remember how our legs would occasionally brush against each other when the train rocked or how our sides would gently collide into each other when there was a bump in the tracks. Each time it happened, she'd blush just a little bit, and I couldn't resist smiling. She's way too beautiful when she blushes. Actually, she's just way too beautiful ordinarily.
Sept 4th
Tonight was, quite possibly, one of the best nights of my life. I told Ron all about it, and he just quirked an eyebrow - I don't think it was that he minded or anything, just that he didn't understand. To tell the truth, I'm not sure I do either, but I still can't stop grinning.
Most of the Gryffindors were outside, making sure to enjoy the nice summer warmth as long as possible, but a few of us decided to just lounge in the commons. Well, I was sitting down at the corner of one of the couches, and Ginny sat down next to me in the center.
Well, after about a half hour, she started to get a bit sleepy. Instead of going up to her room, though, she twisted on the couch and leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around her, and just sat there as she fell asleep in my embrace. She's so peaceful when she sleeps like that, so calm and innocent and pure. The two hours we spent like that were pure bliss, and I hated the moment when we had to part so we could find proper beds.
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