Diary of a Red Head
22nd of August
My Room
9:00 AM
I always seem to wake up at nine! I don't want to wake up at nine. I want to wake up at ten, because that's an even number, but my body is protesting!
Sigh.
Nevermind.
9:02 AM
Breakfast…ah…the smell that drifts upstairs is always so intoxicating.
9:03 AM
I mean that in a way of that it's nice, you know. It's not toxic or anything - you won't die if you smell mum's bacon sandwiches.
10:00 AM
Eeep! These things always happen to me – I don't want them to happen anymore. Neurgh.
I'll tell you what happened right after I finish yelling at Fred. He stole my teddy bear!
10:04 AM
Right. So, I woke up at nine (still have to figure out a way to stop me from getting up at nine) and I walked downstairs.
'Good morning Hermione, dear,' said the voice of my mum, drifting through the kitchen door.
'Good morning, Mrs. Weasley,' replied Hermione politely.
I rolled my eyes and jumped off the last three steps.
'Harry, oju pu arge Quiddithj?' said the voice of Ron, clearly his mouth full of whatever he was eating. Somebody laughed while mum scolded Ron for being so impolite.
I froze in my steps. Surely, that wouldn't mean?
'Of course, I'll get my broom from upstairs,' replied Harry, and I heard footsteps.
As if time had suddenly been slowed down by a Freezing Charm, I saw the doorknob twist and I panicked, so I did the first thing that came to mind. Which was hiding in the linen closet under the stairs. I bolted for the door, and threw myself in. Quite literally. I was lying ungracefully in a pile of laundry, my backside stuck in the basket.
Just when I thought I was safe, the doorknob twisted and Harry looked in.
'Ginny? What are you doing in a linnencloset?'
Damn him.
'I-I-folding laundry!' I said hastily, getting up from my position on the floor. I grabbed the nearest tablecloth and begun to fold it.
'Why?' he asked, stepping into the closet. The door clicked shut behind him.
Maybe I should consider making a sign float above my head reading 'I'm avoiding you!'. Maybe that way, it would be a bit more clear to him.
Probably not.
'Honestly, Harry, that's none of your concern,' I huffed, placing the badly folded tablecloth inside the basket and grabbing another one.
'Oh, because you love to sit in linnenclosets?' he said, sarcastically.
'Yes,' I snapped, narrowing my eyes and placing the tablecloth away. 'As a matter of fact, I love it. It helps get rid of stupid feelings and angry thoughts. You should try it too,' I said coldly, remembering the previous summer.
Hah, take that Potter.
10:10 AM
Hand. Cramp. Ouch.
Oh, you mighty wizard,
Why don't you put a spell on my heart
Just one smile of you and I'm lying apart,
Take me for a ride on your broo-hoo-hoom
And together we'll go boo-hoo-hoom,
Spell on my Heart,
I'm lying apart,
Spell on my heart,
You've taken your pa-ha-rt,
Spell on my Heart,
Spell on My Heart-What?
I love Spell on My Heart.
Eurgh. EVIL. Tommie.
You want to read the story right?
10:15 AM
I patted the tablecloths and started to march past him, wanting to make one of those dramatic exits. Apparently, none of that was going to happen, because I heard voices outside of the closet.
'Do you reckon Mum will notice?'
Oh no. Oh no. Oh. No. No. Nononononononononono – Fred! He's coming in here! And he's going to find me and Harry! Together!
Uh oh.
I grabbed Harry's arm and I dragged him behind an open closet full of clothes and stuff.
10:20 AM
We have those closets that are attached to the wall, you know, with shelves, but without a door.
10:21 AM
……
10:22 AM
Right, I'll stick to the story.
10:23 AM
'Don't move!' I said to Harry. Well, it was more like hissing.
Right.
Story.
The door opened and Fred stepped in, followed by George.
'Odd,' I heard Fred mutter. You see, we have this really weird light charm. The door senses when somebody enters and leaves, and the light goes on and off accordingly. Because neither Harry and I left, the light was on when they entered.
They looked around curiously, and finally, somebody whom I think was Fred marched over to the closet we were lurking behind, and he grabbed something from the above shelf. 'Oi, Fred, this one's perfect!' Okay, my mistake, the one standing with us was George. I'd like to see you try remembering who is who with identical twins. Honestly.
George smirked and together, they walked out of the door. There was a loud crack and the light went off. Brilliant. Two people had entered and two people had left, so that ruddy door thought there was nobody inside.
I swore loudly and stumbled over to the door to prod it. Of course, it's a bit old, and when you prod at it the right way, the light goes on and off. Fred and George got into a lot of trouble when they found that out, because mum was the one inside the closet at the moment.
Anyway, the light went on and I turned around. I wanted to tell Harry it was safe, and that he could come out. Apparently, the laundry basket on the floor had another idea. I tripped over it, sending a lot of laundry everywhere. Harry came from behind the closet to see who was making that racket, and because he just had to come forward, I toppled onto him. I knocked him over as well, and he circled his arms around my waist to keep me from falling. The skin there tingled greatly and a large table cloth landed upon us and trapped us inside of it.
10:35 AM
What do you mean, romantic? It was horrible! Despicable! Diserable!
10:36 AM
And that last word is not meant as in diserable, as in desire, but as in diserable meaning horrible. There was nothing desirable about that. Honestly.
10:38 AM
He grinned at me boyishly, but I only glared in return.
'Get off me!' I snapped, trying to wriggle myself out of his grasp.
'Er..Ginny?' he asked, his voice soft and oddly high at the end. I would have laughed, but I contained myself.
'What Harry?'
'You can stop moving,' he said. His grip faltered a little.
'Stop moving?' I questioned. Oh. Oh. Whoops. Weasley blush.
'Sorry,' I said, owlishly.
'That's okay.'
'Can you let me go now?'
'No,' he replied simply.
'What do you mean, no?' I replied, getting angry.
'We need to talk.'
'What do you suppose we've been doing for the last five minutes, Harry? Drinking tea?' I said, annoyed.
'No, I meant talking about what happened yesterday.'
'Right,' I said, after a while. I broke his grip around my waist and stood up, taking the tablecloth with me. I shook it off my head. 'I don't want to talk about that.'
'But-' he begun, but I shook my head again.
'No, Harry, it's alright, I understand.'
I didn't intend on my voice sounding so bitter, but it did. I was ready to smack myself.
'I should go,' I said softly. With a few strides, I was near the door. I opened it and stepped outside. My eyes squinted slightly at the light, but after a couple of seconds, they were alright. I walked into the kitchen and found everybody was already gone.
10:40 AM
I made myself some toast, and I started eating. When I finished, I took my plate to the sink and started scrubbing it. I heard the door close and my back stiffened, but I continued to dry the plate, ignoring Harry.
I sighed in relief when I heard the kitchen door slam shut and I trudged upstairs quietly.
10:50 AM
I can't believe that has happened. I mean, he was all so boyish and handsome and cute and he made me fall in love with him all over again and-
10:51 AM
Wait.
Oh. Bloody. Sodding. Hell.
10:52 AM
I'm back in love with Harry Potter.
Great, just great.
11:00 AM
I don't want to eat lunch with him ever again. I'll lock myself up in my room and I'll be one of those persons who live alone and never talk to somebody. Then I can go embarrass myself in peace.
11:03 AM
They are called Hermans, right?
11:13 AM
Or Hergrims…or was it Hergits?
11:25 AM
I am surprised you aren't laughing so hard that you shrivel up and disappear.
Do you even have a voice?
11:35 AM
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
11:45 AM
I was prodding you, murmuring something along the lines of 'Do you talk?' and then my idiotic brother just had to come and say 'Of course!'
I was scared out of my wits and jumped so high into the air that I bumped my head against my ceiling.
And Fred was laughing.
12:00 PM
I am highly satisfied. I whacked my brother over the head with the heaviest book I could find, and it was called 'How to Enchant the Enchanted'. It's a ridiculous title if you ask me - probably one of Hermione's - and I continued to bash him over the head with it calling him foul names and such, until mum called us for lunch. I dropped the book onto Fred's toe ('Merlin, Ginny, what are you trying to do, kill me?') and I skipped down the stairs happily.
12:50 PM
Hermione had the good sense to shove the butter dish away when I was finding my seat, because the only seat available was the one right across from Harry.
I grimaced and started to butter my toast. My mum raved about me becoming a Prefect and that she wanted to get me a gift. Oh, I had forgotten all about that.
Oh, no, and it comes with duties and patrols and such.
And I have to tell snogging couples to stop.
Hermione once told me that she caught Goyle and Parkinson snogging, and she said that it was the most revolting thing she had ever seen.
12:51 PM
Ew…
Must get rid of those bad, bad, bad images in my head.
12:52 PM
Banning images from my head isn't that successful. Argh.
12:58 PM
Oh, Hermione's is making me write my Potions essay right now. She's evil, I tell you.
3:00 PM
I'm finished with my Potions essay, yay! It even is a foot longer then expected, because Hermione kept on telling me really useful stuff she read about that complex potion and I just…wrote it down.
3:02 PM
Heh. My essay is better then Ron's is, I just found his in his room. He got a 'D', which is bad. Right?
3:05 PM
I asked Hermione if a 'D' was alright, and she went bonkers. She got a really weird glint in her eye and she asked 'Who got a Dreadful?'
I faltered upon seeing her gaze and I hastily tried to stuff the essay in my back pocket, but she saw and she snatched it out of my hand.
'Ronald Weasley!' she bellowed.
I winced. Poor Ron, he was in trouble.
And if he ever finds out who told Hermione about this, I'm in serious trouble.
3:10 PM
Think, think, think, think.
Aha! Bathroom!
3:20 PM
Alrighty, cross the bathroom off my list because there was a naked George in there who was singing something that sounded oddly like 'Let's get it on'.
3:21 PM
Wait.
How does George know about that?!
3:45 PM
Ron's in for it. Definitely. Where is his broom? I'm going to snap it in two and I'm going to splinter the pieces and throw them into the Hogwart's Lake so that the Giant Squid can eat them!
Ouch.
My head hurts like hell.
I don't think that bump in the head is helping either.
I'll just go to sleep…
Author's Note: All my thank you's are coming, kindly sorted out on names. It was fun to do. The sorting. I mean…I'll just shut up now.
gallandro-83: Thanks. Why do people always come up with these brilliant pennames? I'm having a major I'm-feeling-sorry-for-myself feeling now.
MsMissProngs: I blame it on the cookies!
JamieBell: I know, I started to feel really bad at the end of the chapter too- meep!
does it really matter: I'm sorry. I'll go stand in the corner. I'll just send you this chapter telepathicly or something.
Elie (anonymous): I'm terribly sorry for the 'L' incident, I blame it on my spelling. It decided to take a vacation you know, and it left me alone.
MissCorker: I ish highly flattered that I am worth a spot in your Favorites!
dragontai: You're getting awfully close! Is your name from Digimon? I love Digimon XD
milky way bar: Heh. Right. Poor Ginny. I say smack Harry!
the ever-lovable snuffles: Yeash. I'm terribly sorry for not updating sooner, I made an extra long chapter!
BrownPryde: -hughs- Good idea, see if I can add that somewhere
Skittish: Yay, yay, yay! I shall!
Aunt Marge: It's the bomb? What's a bomb? It's probably a muggle thing, right? Anyway, thanks for reviewing!
My hands are aching very badly now. Oh, to the girl who gave me the idea of the dessert (spelt backwards thingy) – I'll use it in the next chapter, or the one after that! Thanks for the idea! If you want to submit an idea also, you can leave it in your review. I'll promise more '101 Ways To Kill Myself' in the next chapter, it just didn't fit in this one, sorry!
P.S. One last thing: The song is called Private Emotion, and it's sung by Ricky Martin and a woman named Meya. That song is dazzling, so you've got to search it on google to listen to it, as I'm doing now!
And, last but not least, thank you to Gryphonmistress (Ingrid) for being my lovely beta and giving me lots of suggestions for this chapter!