Diary of a Red Head
Author's Note: Alright, sorry for my lack of updating. My father had decided to renovate our house for the summer, and so I have to deal with waking up at eight every sodding morning while I got to bed at..well..let's just keep in on late. I'd like to see you endure clanging, banging, slamming, hammering and what not. Honestly.
Thanks to squirrel-bladder4, daydreamer-4-life, Lady Pure (thanks for pointing that out!), JamieBell, BrownPryde, MsMissProngs (I knew I would mess up somehow), The Vampire Story Hunter, does it really matter (anonymous) (Yes, it's one of those things. The witch who examined Harry thought he had a good Inner-Eye), Beast Trainer, aizan19, milky way bar, ferrit (Yes! Bow to me! Bwhahahaha..right. Sorry. It's all the cookies fault, you know) and Ellie (anonymous) for reviewing. I was staring at my computer in shock..lovely to know, right?
Also, a thank you is in place for Poppy P (Quite correct you are, dear) and Emma-Lee14 for reviewing Stolen Kiss and Emma-Lee14 (thank you..but you were wrong about that!) again for reviewing Dwelling, my songfiction. I'm actually surprised that nobody has guessed on whom it's about yet. I'll promise to award an award to anybody who guesses right!
And, of course, thanks to Gryphonmistress for being my brilliant beta-reader - you rock!
P.S. This is fitting:
Can't you see me here, how can you deny?
P.P.S. Guess from which song the above line is. With that that said, read on.
21st of August
My Room
9:00 AM
I've just awoken to mum's screaming. Now what does she want?
9:01 AM
Mum wants us to 'get downstairs immediately' before she 'hexes our broomsticks' so we can't play 'that revolting thing you call sport' anymore. Knowing Mum, she's probably already pointing her wand at the broomstick cupboard anyway...
Right.
Better hurry down.
9:45 AM
Just writing a quick note to say that we'll be going to Diagon Alley to buy our school supplies, so I won't be writing back most of the morning and afternoon.
So, er..yeah. Goodbye.
9:46 AM
Right, I had forgotten that that word doesn't exist for you, so I'll just cram you under my desk.
3:00 PM
I can't believe this is happening! This is just so - ugh.
3:01 PM
Are you with me in murdering Fred and George? I'll make sure you are. Right now, I'm fighting the urge to go to their room and rip each and every one of their sodding strands of red Weasley hair out.
3:05 PM
Okay. Calm Ginny. Breath in, breath out...
3:06 PM
Ugh..St. Mungo's pregnancy training.
Mum just had to tell us about that last year.
3:10 PM
Alright, I'll tell. But you have to swear to me that this won't leave your pages, or else you might find yourself crammed somewhere you really don't want to be, understood?
3:11 PM
Right. So after I wrote you that note, I headed downstairs. Mum made us go with Floo Powder, and to prevent Harry from doing something wrong, she pushed me in there with him. I opened my mouth to protest, but then she threw the Floo Powder in and I swallowed a whole lot of ashes, resulting in the fact that I couldn't speak properly. And, you know Harry. He'll jumble up those words, since it's only his third time traveling with Floo Powder, so it came as no surprise to me that we landed ourselves in the depths of Knockturn Alley.
Harry told me not to panic, because he had been here before. A black witch, with filthy robes and equally dirty teeth came sauntering up to us, saying 'Well, well, dears, can't find your way about? Not to worry, I'll gladly take you off to Ordigen. A healthy couple of kinds like you two are sure to fetch me twenty galleons, maybe a bit more...'
I whimpered and grabbed Harry's arm, squeezing it tightly. And then, will you believe, when we had stammered something to the woman and quickly ran away, Fred and George jumped out of a side alley in front of us and loudly yelled 'BOO!'
I don't believe I had ever been so frightened and yet so angry in my whole life. I slapped both of them hard across the cheek ('Oy, woman! What was that for?') and stomped off, leaving them behind with Harry.
Dad, who had come with us, tried very hard not to laugh at the sight of us, which only made me more angry. Harry was still blankly looking at the twins, a confused look on his face. Mum didn't know, because she was just recovering from having a nervous breakdown because we weren't at Flourish and Blotts, where we had agreed to meet.
3:15 PM
I'm just waving my hand around, I'm having a cramp from writing so much.
And don't look like that.
Evil Tom minion.
Hah! You can't deny it, because you're a diary, and diaries don't talk.
Right.
Nevermind that.
3:20 PM
I hauled Hermione over and we did most of the shopping alone, with the occasional running into Mum, Ron and Harry ('I don't need robes with pink frills, Mum!') at Madam Malkin's. I also bought Hermione a gift for her birthday, I'm sure she'll like it. It's not a book, for once.
3:21 PM
8. Say to Voldemort that the name Death Eater is a bad name. Hint subtly towards the fact that 'Fluffy Bunnies' might be a better one.
3:22 PM
9. Hand in every Potion's assignment on pink, vanilla scented parchment, and make sure that there are doodles of 'Snape Minerva' in every corner.
3:23 PM
10. Nick Malfoy's trademark smirk and make sure he notices it.
3:24 PM
I think Hermione's coming.
Must hide you...
Living Room
Behind the Couch
3:45 PM
Don't – alright, fine - Hermione's making me read Hogwarts: A History. What would you do?
3:46 PM
Oh, look, there's a crinkle in this couch-
3:47 PM
Whoops. If you ever have a couch with a crinkle in it, keep your fingers away from it – it will make it worse, believe me.
3:50 PM
Hah. This is an excellent hiding place. Nobody will look for me here!
3:51 PM
Oh, Harry's walking over here.
4:00 PM
'Ginny?' I yanked Harry down by his jeans, which made him fall ungracefully on his backside.
'What do you think-' he begun, but I quickly placed my finger on top of his lips and hissed 'Sssst!'
Right at that moment, Hermione entered the living room.
'Ginny?' she asked, her voice suspicious.
I held perfectly still, not removing my finger from Harry's (soft..pink..velvety...Stop Ginny!) lips and waited for her to leave. Finally, she left, muttering about 'Ron..find..broom..together..outside..' which sounded quite nasty. If you thought about it.
I removed my finger from Harry's lips and I looked away. Harry was trying to make something of the situation, I could tell, because he was struggling for something to say.
'Hermione is making me read Hogwarts: A History,' said I, matter-of-factly.
He stared at me. 'That's why you are hiding behind a couch?'
'Obviously.'
He looked slightly startled for a moment, then the corners of his mouth begun to twitch. I, sensing danger, said 'Don't!' and before I rightly processed what I was doing, I flung myself at him, placing my lips on his.
4:05 PM
I can't believe I did that, it was so embarrassing. He didn't even respond. I pulled away, blushing and ran out of the living room.
I-
Ginny looked at the words she had just finished writing and put her quill down, her hands trembling. She stood up quickly, knocking her chair backwards. She seated herself near the wall, and placed her head in her hands.
And silently, one by one, silver tears trickled down her cheeks and splashed soundlessly onto the midnight blue carpet, creating a dark spot in it that grew progressively bigger as she cried.