Thus, This Diary Belongs To: Ginevra Molly Weasley.

Chapter Two: Puking and Soup.

Sunday, July 27. 1994, 11:30Am. My bedroom that holds a couple of books filled with hexes. ( smiles)

Here I am sitting on a chair all wet but yet I'm more content with the fact that I just had swimming lesson with Harry. OKAY! I really have to stop talking about him. But I can't! Something about him. I think I like him.

A lot.

Okay a lot is an understatement of the year, because I don't know a thing about Harry and I don't think he knows anything about me. Other then the fact that I like to eat a lot and I'm the youngest sister to his best friend.

That I can't speak to right now because I see him and Hermione kissing every time I see them.

I feel sick now.

I just sneezed. Wait. I feel like……….

Sunday, July 27. 1994, 4:30pm My bedroom, in my bed. With hot soup next to my bed.

I got the flu, so I just spent a couple hours puking. Harry being the night in shining armor saw me run to the bathroom and heard sounds of me puking out my guts. Helps me up and gave me a cup of water. Letting me take an uber quick shower and going into bed. Mum wasn't home today because O.o.P. had a meeting today. I'll tell you about O.o.P later when I don't feel like puking on you.

So without mum I was left to fend off this sickness on my own. Meaning Harry ended up looking after me. I fell asleep for sometime but when I got up around 1:30 I saw Harry had fallen asleep on my head with a mum's book: How to clear the flu, the muggle way.

Its not like we can't get better using magic. Just that we need a doctor to use the right spells. So most of us just get better with muggle magic when the doctor is too far and we don't have the money.

I kinda fall asleep again after that, with warm feeling in my head and less feeling of wanting to puke my head off. Well I did puke into a bucket that Harry nicely put next to my bed. Goddesses be good to him please!

Now I get up and see a bowl of hot chicken noodles on the table next to my bed and a glass of cold water! And the bucket filled with puke is cleaned out!

I love that Harry.

Oh dear the door is opening. I better put you away.

-The Happy yet sick Ginny Weasley.

Sunday, yeah. Same day. Same Dang Place But it is 7:30pm.

Mum is still not home; well I'm not shocked. What been happening. I wonder if Harry knows about it? Well better if I do not tell him incase. Not a lot of people know. I mean Ron doesn't even know. Well Ron is Ron.

I feel more or less better, but much better because Harry has been watching over me. Hermione is sucking lips with Ron. I think I'm going to puke again….

Pity that Harry had to walk in on them about 10 minutes ago. Okay I'm going to put this diary next to my bed and just let my quill write down what I say. Because my fingers hurt and I want my soup.

The door opens, and walks in the boy who lived; Mr. Harry Potter. Oh this is the quill writing. Smart quill are I not? Anyways. My lovely mistress, Ginny blushes madly as she fixes her hair and ponders on the smell of her breath.

"Here's dinner, I thought it would be better just to make you more soup because I don't know how your body will take hard food." Harry kindly says as he puts down the bowl of soup and a glass of water. After he places as hand on Ginny's forehead

"You seem to be getting better." Harry says taking his hand off and placing the spoon into Ginny's hand. My master blushes and thanks Harry.

She looks over and reads what is written, she just smiles and takes the soup and starts drinking it. Harry's eyes watch Ginny carefully. Then he looks at the quill. (A.K.A. ME, the wonderful quill.)

"Is mum home yet?" Ginny asks, her eyes still on Harry, trying not to blush. She looks at me and sees what I'm writing. OH GOD NO.

Monday, July 28. 1994. Outside, in the ice cream shop down the street turning left to the right below the bookshop that passed the main street. I forgot my watch so no time for now.

Got a new quill, that quill is only for lovely dovey writing now. Quills need to learn what to write and what not to write. Stilly quills. OH it's almost Harry's birthday. So right now I'm getting some stuff for his secret birthday party thing. Don't know what to call it. Hahaha.

Ice cream is good. I asked for extra scoop too. Hahahaha.

ICE CREAMMM…..

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