Chapter Two:
Nicking Knickers

The Attic
12:15 p.m

I've barricaded the door again. They'll never get in, unless by reasons mentioned before, which I don't care to repeat. Really, though, they'll never get F and G to agree to do it. They know I'd murder them.

Or at least try.

No, no I wouldn't. Not worth my time, you see.

Because we've already been through this.

Round and round we go!

I'm bloody dying up here out of boredom, because after locking myself in, I neglected to remember to bring something to do. I think I'll make more chains.

3:04 p.m.
The Attic

Obviously, you've noticed that I'm still here, and did not die as I thought I might three hours ago. Of course, three hours ago, I had just woken up. Really, you'd think someone might have come up to see whether or not I was still alive, seeing as I slept in so late. Mum must be out.

Somewhere.

Perhaps.

3:06 p.m.
The Attic

Er, no, so Mum is in fact still here. She's just forgotten about me like everyone else.

My fingers are actually bleeding onto you, you know. And I hate paste. (Along with many things, I think.)

I'm fed up with being alone. I wish Harry was here to keep me company, but I don't know where he is either. Probably with Mum and Ron and the twins and every other bloody person from this house!

Calm, Ginny, calm...

Oh, God, what if they've left me here? I thought maybe they'd forgotten, you know, that poor Ginevra Weasley couldn't take it any more and locked herself in the room where the person she nearly stalked a few years ago happened to be staying. Perhaps it just slipped their minds, like an everyday sort of thing, that I can't get out!

Oh, yes... didn't I tell you? The door is stuck, or the lock or something. Not that it matters, because I still can't get out. I'll probably starve to death before then, either that or die of boredom. I think the attic is already starting to look darker. (Or lighter. Whichever one it is when you're about to snuff it.)

I mean, it could just be because it's really late in the day, but I'd rather be dramatic. What else am I going to do? Go through Harry's stuff?

Wait...

I'll be back in a moment.

3:30
The Attic

Harry's got some peculiar things.

They're still Harry's, though. And I've stolen a pair of his knickers. Do you think he'll notice? I didn't think he was that perceptive...

I mean, he's not as thick as Ron, but Ron could best a boulder in that regard.

Anywho... moving on...

Harry's got an Invisibility Cloak! Bullocks, if I'd known that before... It's no wonder he gets around. I bet Ron and Hermione and him use it all the time. They (Hermione... and Ron) get to use his stuff whenever they want. (Probably.) I wish I'd thought of going through his trunk sooner.

Except, there was this disgusting-looking pair of socks... looked a bit like he'd trid stuffing them on some sort of elephant-like creature.

Or a whale.

A rather small whale...

Named Dudley?

Bloody hell, don't tell me he keeps that stuff!

Sick.

But he won't have to worry about them anymore, as I've stolen them too. Really, I think he'll be better off without them. See, because I've got them, they can't possibly come to any harm, and I don't think he'd really care if they did...

He's got this weird thing, though, so I don't know what it is. It looks rather like it used to be some sort of mirror, (or at least, a part of one), and it's quite shiny. I stared at it for a bit, because it was a bit attractive. (Rather, I was quite attracted to it. It seemed to sparkle when I held it.)

Still, it was somewhat dodgy, as it had this unnatural fog about it. I can't explain it, but whatever it was (or was part of), it wasn't a muggle thing. Something magical, obviously. Really special.

But it's broken.

Stupid thing to do, break it. Rash. I bet it was worth loads. Not that I'd sell it, because it was Harry's.

(I'd keep it.)

Eh heh, no, actually I wouldn't nick it from him. I'd let him keep it. Poor Harry. He's been through quite a bit. I should give his stuff back.

Perhaps later.

Hold on...

Someone's come to rescue me!

4:17 p.m.
The Garden

That was Harry. Seems they've been out all day with Fred and George. May have mentioned something about card tricks, but I wasn't completely paying attention to what he was saying. (Focusing elsewhere.)

The garden is now the only place I can go, because Harry needed to change, and I don't really want to face him at the moment. I think someone might have pushed him into the snow.

Oh. Right. That was me.

Me, you say? Yes, me.

I swear that it was a complete accident.

Harry opened the attic door like it wasn't even locked, so of course I hadn't had time to stuff all of his things away in their proper places. "Ginny, there-" he started to say, but stopped and began to stare a bit.

It might have been somewhat odd to find his stuff strewn all about the floor in the midst of what must be fifteen metres of linked paper. Well, apparently it was to him. I froze with my hand still on his knickers, (most likely) blushing violently.

"Er, hello Harry. Fancy seeing you here, eh?" I grinned. (Tried to, at least.)

"I'm staying here," he said slowly. "What're you... What're you doing?"

"Oh, y'know, just... looking for something... that fell... in here?"

He must have been awfully shocked, because he started shufflling his hand through his hair. "It must be important, then... if it's, her... Listen Ginny, d'you mind-"

I stared at him blankly. It isn't my fault, really, he just wasn't making any sense. Only, then I noticed that he was staring at my hand.

Or rather, what I had held in my hand.

"Oh, these?" I laughed, but considered vomiting on myself. I'm surprised the skin didn't just burn off of my face. "Mum wanted me to, y'know, collect the laundry..." I'm a bit of a genius, I think.

"Er, those... those are clean." He started to blush, which was quite, shall we say, adorable. (Or would have been, because I wasn't exactly thinking about that at that moment.)

"Oh, are they? I expect you'll be wanting them back, then." I laughed again, twitching slightly.

The thing was, I didn't actually want to give them back.

So I didn't.

Which is how I eventually ended up pushing him into the snow.

I looked between him and the knickers for a moment, then bolted past him and down the stairs. I don't think he even realised what I had done right away, because, if I do say so myself, I'm quite fast.

He must fancy me mad.

After I'd got to the garden, he started to catch up. That frightened the hell out of me! I didn't actually think he would try and get them from me!

"Ginny!" That was Ron. Merlin! He'd got Ron! I hid behind the broomshed, still clutching you and the knickers.

"Bloody hell! She's got what?" Harry had just told him, most likely, what he was chasing me for. It's a pity Fred and George weren't there, because htye'd find this all rather amusing. Even I happen to find it amusing.

"I couldn't stop her! She just took off! She's gone mental, or something!" Poor Harry. He shall never understand. Even I don't understand why I cared so much about getting his knickers. Seems a bit stupid now, except that I've still got them, which is definitely longer than I expected to have them.

"Where d'you reckon she's gone?" Ron.

"I dunno. She could be anywhere." Harry.

Anywhere? No, not quite. They were right in front of the broomshed. I giggled a bit.

Which was a bad move.

"I think I heard something. I'll go look over here." Ron. Thank God he's so thick. I love my brothers sometimes.

"Right. I'll stay here then." I froze. "Ginny?"

I was found.

"Hullo again, Harry," I said cheerfully. H elooked at me strangely. "I think Mum really will want to wash these. You know how she is." I sighed for emphasis. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get going." I scooted toward my escape.

"Hold on. Your mum is in the kitchen, cooking. She's not doing laundry at all, and those aren't dirty!"

"Regrettably," I muttered. "Listen. Fred and George need them for something. New product, you know?" I scooted a bit more.

He wasn't buying it.

So, I ran again.

"Ginny!" Exasperation.

Somehow, he blocked my way into the Burrow. "Ginny, they're mine! Get some of Ron's if Fred and George need them so much!"

Now, that is disgusting.

I wrinkled my nose. "Harry, I-- But Ron? I'm not going to go digging about for-"

"But you've no trouble taking mine."

Bugger.

So that was when he looked into my eyes and said, "Ginny, I love you. Marry me. Let's snog."

Only not. I wish he'd said that, though, because I would have said yes. And then we could have snogged for a bit, which I think would be quite nice. But we didn't. What actually happened was that I made to move past him, and I suppose it must have been a bit too forcefully, because he ended up falling into the snow.

"Harry!" I found it, sadly, nothing short of hilarious. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Then, as I seem to have made a habit of doing, I dashed away, lwaving what must have been an incredibly stupefied Harry behind me. He definitely must fancy me mad.

So here I am, in the garden. I thought if safe to emerge once Harry had gone back inside, and as Mum hasn't asked me to help cook, I think I'll stay. I don't think I'm ready to face him just yet, seeing as I've had my fill of awkward moments for the day.

5:01 p.m.
The Kitchen

I'm supposed to be stirring soup. Mum called me inside, and in spite of my protests, I've been forced to remain here. I don't see why she can't just do it herself. I mean, if she wanted to, the soup could just stir itself. It isn't a bad idea to have food prepare itself. At least I know that I won't see Harry in here. Mum keeps everyone else out of the kitchen.'

I wish Dad was home. He promised that we would get a tree together. I hope that means without Harry and Ron. (I hope it's without Phlegm, too, but it's not even worth mentioning her, because I know Dad won't even consider it.)

Damn. Mum is coming back.

5:58 p.m.
The Kitchen

The soup was great. I'm surprised it didn't burn.

7:30 p.m.
My Room

My head is hurting, but I don't want Mum to give me any tonic for it, so I've told them all that I'm going to bed. Hopefully, I'll actually sleep so I won't have to listen to Phlegm when she comes up. Dad promised that we would find a tree tomorrow.

And I still don't know what to buy for Harry.