Diary of a Red Head
24th of August
My Room
8:01 AM
Morning! I'm really happy because –
…
Hang on.
8:02 AM
Alright. This is seriously scary. Seriously.
Who am I kidding? This is bloody terrifying!
8:03 AM
I am trying to think of a reason why my bed could be completely covered in blood, which it is now.
8:04 AM
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!
8:05 AM
Blood. Bed. Feathers. Me.
8:06 AM
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!
8:07 AM
Okay. Breathe Ginny, breathe calmly. There has to be a logical reason to why your bed is covered in blood and feathers.
8:08 AM
No there isn't.
8:09 AM
Unless Voldemort sneaked into my room and killed Pig on my bed, only to hide in my closet and jump on me when I try to dress.
Safe Hideout
8:11 AM
What?
8:12 AM
What would you do when there was a mad mass murderer in your closet who tried to blame the execution of your brother's owl on you?!
8:13 AM
Well, I don't really know if he killed Pig.
8:14 AM
Or if he is hiding in my closet, come to that.
8:15 AM
But still. I won't take chances.
8:16 AM
Besides,the bathroom is the only room in the whole house that can be locked.
8:17 AM
I should really need to talk with my parents about that. It is time that I get a lock on my door.
8:18 AM
I have a lock on my door.
8:19 AM
I forgot.
8:20 AM
Since when do I have a lock on my room?
8:21 AM
Oh, right. Since somebody, who won't be named but whose name begins with H and ends with arry, barged into my room and saw me in my knickers.
8:22 AM
My favorite ones too! You know the nice red one with the pretty gold lightning bolts! Do you even know how embarrassing that is?
8:24 AM
Of course you don't. You're a diary.
8:25 AM
Well, I came to think of you as a real person lately. You share all my thoughts.
8:35 AM
Barking. Maybe I can convince mum to call St. Mungo's.
8:36 AM
I think Fred and George are more likely to be put in there, though.
8:37 AM
Of course!
8:40 AM
Fred and George put blood and feathers all over me! Because they discovered that I showed their baby pictures to Katie and Angelina!
8:41 AM
Oh, they are going to get it. No more Ms. Nice Ginevra, oh no! I keel them!
8:43 AM
DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY DO TO ME?!
My spelling is suffering!
My Room
8:44 AM
Back in my room. Yes.
8:45 AM
Threw myself on the bed. Oh, somebody's knocking.
8:48 AM
They are still knocking.
Somebody wants to rest here, you know.
8:50 AM
The bloody knocking's just stopped and I've just had a thought…
I checked out the feathers, they're just the normal ones I get in the morning, you know, when the pillow's fluffed around?
8:51 AM
Of course you don't, but I'll tell you what I think anyway.
8:52 AM
I'M DYING! I'M YOUNG AND FIFTEEN AND I'M DYING!
8:53 AM
They're back again?
Do I have a sign on my door that says 'Knock when passing' or something?
9:00 AM
FINE! I'll answer the door!
9:24 AM
Mmmm...
Harry just left.
I'll tell you what happened. And I'm not even going to put up a fight, because I really want to tell you this time.
9:25 AM
Actually, I don't. Go away.
9:31 AM
I still have a mad mass-murderer in my closet. One word to anyone else and I'll make sure you are his dinner.
9:35 AM
Right. Harry was the one knocking on my door (this time, anyway. I think the first time was George or something...).
'Ginny, your mother says that – (here, he paused) – GINNY?!'
I guess he saw the blood then.
I felt two hands grab my shoulders and Harry started to shake me. Hard. It hurt.
'Harry,' I said calmly trying not to disturb him further.
'She's dead, she's dead, it's my fault, she's dead, she can't be dead,' said Harry, looking slightly scary.
I put my hand on his arm and pulled his face towards mine.
'Harry, I'm alright.'
He searched my eyes as if they had swallowed his favourite broomstick and then he paused.
'You are?' said Harry, hesitantly. His grip faltered.
'Of course I am, I just had a little bit of an –'
I was cut off when I felt two warm lips pressed against mine. Two lips that tasted like chocolate cereal.
9:40 AM
Harry Potter kissed me. He kissed me.
9:41 AM
ME! Not mean Cho Chang, not intelligent Hermione Granger, but me! Me!
9:42 AM
Do you know how fantastic that is?!
9:43 AM
No, you don't.
9:44 AM
Who cares? It's fantastic! It's the best thing since Quidditch!
9:45 AM
I felt my knees go all wobbly and I collapsed back on the bed, him on top of me. I flushed red, but he looked perfectly fine. He smirked at me, got up and walked towards the door.
'You know Ginny, I think I really like you,' said Harry, before smirking (again) and leaving.
9:47 AM
Why was he smirking?
9:48 AM
Maybe he took smirking lessons with Malfoy.
9:49 AM
But the way Malfoy does it, it sort of looks scary. Like he's coming to get you when you are sleeping, all the while with a huge smirk on his face.
But the way Harry smirks it looked ... hot.
9:50 AM
Can smirks even look hot?
9:51 AM
Maybe I should go back to bed. Maybe when I wake up this is all a dream.
9:52 AM
A good dream.
9:53 AM
But why would I dream about you? You are not special. I should dream about Harry and Dean. You know, important people.
No. Not Dean. I hate him.
9:54 AM
Could you please remove yourself from my dream?
9:55 AM
You should listen to me, you know. I own you.
9:56 AM
I'm going back to bed. It's your fault. You manipulated my mind and now I am dreaming about you instead of hot Harry smirks!
10:00 AM
Damn you.
Author's Note: - gets attacked by evil looks –
Well, sorry. I was innocently taking a shower, and then this fluffy green bunny crawled out of my shampoo and hit me on the head with a giant mallet and then I got this idea.
Weird, eh?
Thanks for sending angry howlers (I got pecked several times before the owls shot me an evil glance that clearly said 'I hate you, you know') and to everybody who reviewed.
And to Sabs, who was so nice to compare my writing to She's a Star's. When I had read all of them, I came to realize that this fic looks eerily similar to one of hers.
This really scares me.
PS. A thank you to Harry/GinnyFan4ever (Ingrid) for being a brilliant beta 3
PPS. I am obviously coming back. Who knows what the evil plot bunnies will do to me otherwise?!