A/N: Cheers everyone!
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Enough bla-bla, on with the story!
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7. Eternal boredom
Two weeks of eternal boredom have come upon me. You won't believe it due to my former nagging, but I miss my Malfoy. Not that much for his own sake, but for mine since I can't keep all the men at bay that swarm around me, fighting for my love and admiration, or mere attention. Our little war has ended, too. He still lets me have my minion (I called him Ruber), but since Malfoy avoids me he doesn't annoy me, therefore I've got no reason to send Ruber after him, or get at him myself. He does not sleep in front of the girls' dorms, either. There is no one to be unfriendly to; no one to tease or to glare at.
Believe me, I still don't like him; only it seems that I have gotten used to being followed around everywhere. And he does have a way with reading out novels… what am I to do?
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Dean approached me yesterday; he wanted to know why Draco and I had split up. I told him we didn't split up since we were never together, and he grinned and said, 'Yeah, right!' But then he just handed me a book and said it was a late birthday present. It's called Wuthering Heights by one Emily Brontë (I have absolutely no idea what the funny dots do on the e… it's like the French style Noel, but the author was a British Muggle) and so far, it is a very interesting read. A tad bit depressing; nevertheless full of thrill.
But why did Dean give me a late birthday present? Is he hitting on me?
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Plan: A
Mission: get Tail aka Draco Malfoy back
By means of: continuing war with water pistols
Ruber to be positioned at strategically advantageous point to distract Mareliza (Malfoy's personal house elf); at the same time I will nail him with my super soaker and he won't even know what hit him. Hehe.
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Almost done with my novel. I hope Catherine will get away from that awful place! She is trapped there, cannot go anywhere, cannot cannot cannot… it's horrible!
Dean asked me how I liked it, and he said it with a funny undertone. I wonder what he's up to. Is he in league with one of my many admirers whom I turned down, and now they bewitched the book so I would fall for him? I know that Dean always wanted to get back at me for ditching him in fifth year, and soon after hooking up with Harry. He has never believed me that I didn't call it quits because of Harry, but rather because I simply realised that I didn't love him at all.
Will tail Dean to find out his secret plans.
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I did tail him for the past two days, and I know now that he's not helping anybody to get me, but rather wants me back, himself. He writes GW+DT everywhere on his notes (I was 'sick' and therefore able to follow him into his classes – Harry's IC comes in handy, but I have to return it soon, else he'll get suspicious) and I realised that he's ogling me. Oh no, one more to avoid!
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Plan A: Failed.
Malfoy was really angry and called me Weaslette. But instead of continuing our verbal insults he just turned around and stalked away. Can you believe it? He's been tailing me for about two years now, always hoping I'd show some sign of recognition, or interest; now that I do, he gets all offended!
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Plan: B
Mission: make Draco Malfoy tail me again
By means of: making him jealous
Again: I do not like Draco Malfoy. Quite the contrary – I hate him from the bottom of my heart. Yet he is the only one who can help me get rid of all the nerds surrounding me. I don't like any of them!
So here I go, I will go out with Randy Plouster, a fifth year Hufflepuff. He's quite handsome (Ruber's picture makes it obvious) and he wants me. Only I have to wait for the next Hogsmeade weekend, and that will not be in another month, so I have to think of something else to do in the meantime.
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Dean has asked me out for that Hogsmeade Saturday. When I told him I was going with Randy he was crushed! It's strange how they all come for me suddenly, now that Malfoy and I have split-
I didn't just write that, did I?
Repeat, Ginny: I. Did. Not. Date. Malfoy. Therefore. I. Could. Not. Have. Split. Up. With. Him. Period.
Now write it one hundred times!
Later that day Draco ran into me, knocking me over but didn't stop to look who he had sent crashing into the wall. He seemed to be very distracted, muttering something like 'You don't care, you don't care at all… now repeat it till you really don't care!' under his breath. I wonder what he doesn't care about.
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Plan: C
Mission: fighting boredom due to lack of Tail
By means of: making Draco Malfoy tail me again
Wait a minute. That plan is kind of… messed up. How can I make him tail me again?
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I haven't lifted the secret of Malfoy's distraction yet. Hermione, who started speaking with me again only a week ago, rolled her eyes at me when I asked if she knew anything. Then Harry wanted to know why I had picked Randy Plouster of all men, the greatest womanizer currently residing at Hogwarts, to go out on a date. Those people that call themselves my friends are sometimes so annoying! What does he care, he wouldn't go out with me (which is not what I want by the way – I'm over Heavy Poofhead, I'm so over him) if I was the last person on earth; he'd rather date the Giant Squid since it's male. Also, how does he know I am going to go with Randy? I didn't even tell Randy, yet; the only other person… DEAN! I'm going to have to accomplish some serious butt-kicking!
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Plan: C revised
Mission: fighting boredom due to lack of Tail
By means of: feeding love potion to DM
Yes! That's it. Ruber has added it to his pancakes this morning and now he'll surely come to me soon. I'm waiting in the entrance hall.
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Plan C: Failed.
When he exited the great hall he merely passed me with a nod, not even a smile, and made his way to the Astronomy tower. I was very confused, so I asked Fred and George via owl how their love potion works and they said that it only works if the person's not already in love with you. So since Malfoy seems to be in love with me already, the potion didn't do anything to him. Screw that!
My brothers send me one of their newest (and finest) inventions yet: the Phantom Fan Fudge. If you eat the candy that is shaped like (and can also be used as) a fan, your face turns into a distorted, skull-like something, blood-shot eyes, no nose, lips gone exposing yellow teeth. It wears off after two days, no remedy, that's why the wrapping turns into a white mask so you can cover your face. They got the idea from a Muggle novel that George's Muggle girlfriend recommended him to read. Isn't it ironic? Muggle novels seem to influence Dean's life quite a lot lately…
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Three more weeks to go; life is unadventurous as can be. Ravenclaw slut eyeing DM. Have to figure out new plan to kill time.
Plan: D
Mission: making life interesting
By means of: tackling Malfoy from behind, then putting him under Imperius to make him tail me again
JUST KIDDING, DOCTOR! Seriously, you would think I was a mass murderer!
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I did tackle him from behind, and crushed him underneath me on the floor; when he tried to shake me off and I didn't let go, he rolled onto his back, so I ended up sprawled on top of him, which distracted me. It's his smell. Whenever I'm very close to him, my head gets all dizzy as if I was drugged by some vomiting potion. Since I had my guards down, he managed to put his hands on my buttocks, saying 'I know that I'm irresistible, just don't do it in front of my girlfriends. They might bond and hex you with some nasty pimples where the sun doesn't shine.'
With that he simply brushed me off his muscular body, stood up, stage whispered, 'See you tonight, Strawberry, as always…' winked at me and disappeared with a smirk. I was too astonished by his behaviour to get any sound out of my mouth.
Plan D: Failed.
