Thus, This Diary Belongs To: Ginevra Molly Weasley.
Chapter One: Must Wash Eyes Out!
Disclaimer: I'm not going to even start with this disclaimer. Like if I was famous and could get any of my books published like that. I would write fanfiction. Well maybe I would.
On this day: July 01. 1994, have gotten this diary at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley. If anyone tries to open this book their hands shall turn into a squid. Thus, this diary belongs to: Ginevra Molly Weasley.
Saturday, July 26. 1994, 12:40am er. Well it's really Sunday now. But I'm to lazy to change it. My Bedroom, across the room holds the boy of my dreams. Wait. That's bad. No Ginny, No!
I Ginevra Molly Weasley, age 16 just saw the most disgusting thing in my life. So disgusting I feel like washing my eyes out with soap. Maybe that would work in stopping the image. Yes. I'm going to try that right now…..
Sunday, July 27. 1994, 12:55am. In my bedroom. It looks like a clear night; well it is not like I can see anything pass my tears right now.
Never! Never! Wash your eyes with soap ever again! Bad! BAD, Ginny, Bad!
Stupid Muggle studies! If I just listened to the part where they said it was a type of thing where you don't really do it but you just say it. Saying? Is that it? I forgot. Oh well.
I should write down what I should never want anyone to see in their life.
It started like this: It was around 12:00 at night and I was being very bored walking around in my room in circles trying to think of a good way to talk to the boy of my dreams that was just sleep across the room from me. Well I failed at thinking of one so being me. I got hungry. So I softly opened the door and made sure that the light from the room across my room wasn't on. I opened the door not taking the time to put on my robe, because I was lazy. I walked down the stairs, softly trying not to make any noise that can wake anyone. Or the ghost that lived upstairs. He's a nice ghost, kinda like the gray lady. But he makes more noise.
Not the point!
I walked down the stairs and heard mumbling, taking out my wand. Maybe it was that stupid Voldemort. If I get my hands on that stupid EEHHHH!. I'll stick something sharp up his butt!
Ehh what is up with me and getting off topic!
So I was walking down the stairs and I heard mumbling, banging and smacking of lips. This really scared me. Voldemort was getting it on in my kitchen. Sure he made my first year a living hell. Now he has to go and do stuff in my kitchen. I eat in there! I started thinking about hexes and thought maybe I should get Harry to help me out.
Harry as in the Harry Potter! The only person to have every lived pass Voldemort and the only person that I really truly love…I MEAN he is a wonderful friend of mine.
Wonderful.
I looked around, seeing a small light from a candle. I saw two bodies, kinda near each other. Very near each other, as in kissing near. Well I don't know what I was doing so I walk closer and I saw it was my good friend Hermione Granger making out with my BROTHER! Ron!
I knew it was bound to happen one day! BUT! I never wanted to see them make out. I made a mangled sound, I would have screamed if it was not for….
Harry Potter.
Yup, he grabbed me around the waist and covered my mouth. Then dragged me back up the stairs and into his room.
HIS ROOM.
I think I can die happy now, even if I did see Hermione and Ron make out. Never mind. I can't die happy. So there I was in Harry's room. He's hand's still covering my face as he closed the door.
"They finally got together." He said with a smile, his eyes twinkled in the dark. I blushed but thank the gods that it was dark. Seeing that his hands was still covering my face and I could not breathe he let go and said sorry.
And all I could say was: "Do you have any kind of food?"
But I guess that's what hit the jackpot.
I just spent a long time in Harry's room eating with him. I'm so happy and full, I don't think I can sleep now. Ohhhh
What is this Sleep? I do not believe there is a think called sleep at all.
I just giggled. This is way creepy.
Okay I think I should sleep now.
Good night diary.
-The Great Ginny Weasley Signing Off.
Sunday, July 25. 1994. 10:10 Am. Garden, Under the tree that is next to the pond which is holding a couple ducks.
I Love Life. But I love Harry Potter more! Going swimming now. Better hide and hex this.
I Have not written anything to do with Harry Potter in a long time. Yes i'm a big Harry and Ginny shipper. I saw it coming before it came! So happy they got together. Eeh this takes place in Book four but i changed everything around. Yes. My story my rules evil laugher
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