Iceskaters Insight: Hey! Hope ya liked the last chapter! I can't wait to hear what you think of this one...its so..erm..FLOWERY...or at least it should be. Well, thanks to all whom review and to my beta: werewolvesrule282 and to Snowy Winter Tales and all other important people note - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. Well, without furthere ado and wait I present to you:
The Diary of Two Weasleys, a Potter, and a Granger:
Chapter 13: Seventh - years only!

September 26 - Harry - 8:15 A.M.

Crap! Today's Hermione's birthday and I forgot to get her a gift. Damn it! Well, I hope she likes...erm..OOH! I got an idea. Well, this is her last birthday without kids, so I think I will conjure up some I'm - not - a - non - mom - for - long stuff, and put it in a bag and wrap it up! Hermione...just look out, today will be your best birthday ever! OH MY - HOLY CRAP! I JUST REMEMBERED TODAY IS THE BALL! Damn it! I have to get Ginny some romantic stuff too. Damn it! I wonder what Ron is doing for Hermione. Even better, Neville has been ranting and raving about his cousin who has transferred to Hogwarts for her final year of schooling from Beauxbatons. He says she is very artsy and musical and...he usually pauses there and adds UNIQUE. Hmmmmm. Well, I have seen pictures of her and she's quite beautiful. Not as beautiful as Ginny, but very close. And those pictures were in black and white. Neville says she loves photography. Taboo! Ginny's back from breakfast. Maybe she will wanna have a nice little snog before she starts getting ready for the ball. I'll see. Damn I love her!
Taboo!

Harry

September 26 - Ginny - 11:42 A.M.

As much as I love Harry, he sure is developing a one-track mind. All he wants to do is snog me. Not that I don't like the feel of his warm, smooth, soft, feathery light lips. They do wonders to remove stress. GINNY! SNAP OUT OF DREAM WORLD! YOU DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN THE WAY YOUR FIANCEE'S SOFT, WARM...CLEARS THROAT LIPS FEEL TO A DIARY THAT COULD POSSIBLY BE POSSESSED. SNAP OUT OF IT... You aren't possessed are you?
Good - you didn't answer, but still. Well, today is Hermione's birthday. I got her a great gift...and spent about 3 galleons on it too! Well, I would tell you all about it, but I don't really have time. You see, I have to start getting ready for the seventh-year ball, I mean, I have to do everything accept put on my dress in...like...5 hours. Including doing my hair and make-up. McGonagall says I can put on my dress after we decorate. Apparently I was the only person to request to help decorate...which doesn't bother me in the least. I just hope McGonagall doesn't start lecturing me on responsibility. Anyway, I LOVE my dress. It is GORGEOUS. Madame Malkin said it was the ONLY one she had ever made of it's type. Mum didn't want me to buy a new set of dress robes or even a new dress, but Harry offered to pay for them...and I am so glad he did because it's beautiful. Gosh, I love that boy! Well, anyway. It's an elegant gold princess gown with a corset top and bell-shaped skirt. The sleeves are puffy at the shoulder and are tight around the arm until 3/4 down, where the sleeve widens into a loose, skirt-like cuff. The layer of gold fabric in the skirt is split down the middle at the front and the layer underneath is a bright green-blue color with white circular designs at the hem. The top also opens up, revealing an underlayer of the blue-green fabric with a white design on the breast.

THREE HOURS LATER

I just finished doing my hair. It's all curled and piled up onto the top of my head, excpt my bangs, and a few curls I left to hang just in front and behind my ears. I put a goblin-made gold tiara (the one Harry gave me on our 3 month anniversary of dating) in front of the piles of curls on the top of my head. I put a turquoise and gold ring on my right pinky and a matching necklace on. Of course my WONDERFUL engagement ring is on...I never take it off, unless I am doing potions for Slughorn...or DADA for Lupin. Oh I hope I did mention...he's teaching our class again. Surprisingly the only parents who didn't want Lupin teaching their kids were the Slytherin parents...so the Slytherins have Alastor Moody - the REAL one - teaching them. Well, I need to start putting on my make up - I only have 2 hours, McGonigall said I could side-along apparate with her just outside the walls.

In the Annexe of the Three Broomsticks - 5 minutes before time to begin

Wow! I am surprised McGonagall and I just finished, I LOVE the decor. The dusty room was cleaned (with magic of course) and we painted the black walls mint green. McGonigall put silver chandeliers every 6 or 7 feet and I bewitched a few candles to sit in and lit each one. We made the earthen floor covered in wood tiling and put a buffet table by the door, as well as a closet for traveling cloaks. McGonagall put about 10 circular 6-seater tables on the same side of the room as the buffet table. There are green and blue and silver streamers everywhere. On each table there are 3 fairy lamps and mint green table mats. By the DJ stage there is a small door, which leads to an AMAZINGLY romantic courtyard filled with lillies and roses and dasies and orchids and snapdragons and ivy and marble pathways and benches, fairy lights everywhere! Oh! Harry's here...five minutes early..Hey! That's a new one for him- he is never early - he's always on time or late. Well, he put his traveling cloak in the closet and he handed me my dress from it...so he talked to McGonagall while I rushed to the bathroom to put on the dress. I slid a pair of gold ballet slippers on my feet and went out to see Harry. I grabbed his hand as the DJ came in. He looked rather odd...like a fat piggy Draco Malfoy mixed with Dudley Dursley (Harry's shown me pictures of him. He looks like a peach-colored manitee with zits and a patch of greasy hair placed squarely on top of his head. Eww!) And with a swish of his wand the stage was filled with his MAGICAL equipment and he began playing music. People began filtering in and Harry and I stood with them (because McGonagall told us to) around the dance floor...or more so the half of the room without the tables and with the DJ stage. I saw that Missy girl come in with a black-haired guy, about 6'2", and VERY muscular. He was in a black tux and he had a emerald green tie on. Missy was in an emerald green strapless silk dress that went down to her feet, which were clad with silver 3 inch, spike-heeled sandals. Her dress matched his tie perfectly. She looked amazing! She stood RIGHT IN FRONT of Harry and I noticed that the top part of her dress appeared to have a small amount of cover-up and foundation powder on the back- just a small portion of it- like she was making sure a hickey or something was covered on her back. Just then Hermione came in and she looked goergeous and Ron was in white dress robes. They stood beside us as we saw people filter in- both alone and with dates. Lavender came in a steel-grey dress that hugged her not-too-slim-not-too-thick figure and came to her knees and a steel grey muggle butterfly shaped hairclip. She saw Hermione with Ron and went to the opposite side of the dance floor. Minutes later Parvarti came in with Ernie. She wore her hair stright down her back. She had a pair of red ballet slippers on. She wore and off-white dress and had a red sweater tied around her neck in a very preppy manner. She literally dragged Ernie with her to Lavender's side. When Padma came in every boy accept for Ron and Harry cat called and whistled. She wore a red top that had one speghetti strap on her right shoulder. It looked as if she cut a 3 inch triangle from it, where the slit was. The shirt ended just above her navel. And she wore a skirt of the same crimson velvety red color that set exactly on her hips, as if glued there and then it flowed loosely around her legs. She had 7 or 8 snow fox tails magically sewn to the back of her skirt and they kind of hovered behind her, giving her the effect of walking on a cloud. Justin looked cockily and smugly around at all the other boys with a look saying, "DONT YOU DARE COME NEAR HER- SHE'S MINE." Padma had her black hair in a high pony-tail with flipped out ends.
McGonagall then ushered everyone onto the dance floor where a sweet romantic soft tune filled the annexe.
Harry took my hand and said, "Would you like to dance?"

"Gladly," I said as he led me to the floor. We began to dance. We swayed to the beat, I put my arms around his neck and laid my head on his muscular chest. He put his hands on my waist and as I smelled his sweet cologne I realized it was almost exactly like when we danced in my room after just being engaged. "Have you been practicing your dancing?" I asked, dopily.

"Nope."

"Wow. Well, for some reason your feet still haven't trod on mine ...NOT THAT I'M COMPLAINING."

Harry laughed when suddenly the door to the annexe opened and in trod Neville, Luna, and some other girl. Neville wore golden dress robes, Luna had put in muggle contacts, she wore a ruffley crimson dress. Her lips looked painted onto her face they were so red. Her dirty blonde hair was in a half ponytail and she had two dragons teeth dipped in red paint hanging from her ears, hanging on silver threads. The other girl had classic blonde hair that extended about to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore rimless rectangular glasses on the end of her nose, which magnified her saphire blue eyes, and when Neville took her traveling cloak off of her she wore a black sleeveless dress - much like a Sunday church dress - with what looked like silver chains of sparkles making oblong spirals from her waist to the bottom of the dress. She wore black flats with the same silver lining on the toes as on the edge of ther dress, which ended three inches above her ankles. She gave Neville a hug and pulled a chair out from a table, sat down and conjured a quill and some parchment with her wand. She began writing- what, I could not tell.

"Harry," I asked said person "Who's that?" I pointed at the stranger.

"That." Harry took in a breath while looking at the girl, "Is Greenly. She is Neville's cousin -"

"They don't look a thing alike."

"I WAS ABOUT TO SAY," Harry finished determinedly "That she lives in France and goes to Beauxbatons. Neville's grandmother insisted she spent her last year of education at Hogwarts with him."

The song ended and a heavy rock song came on. Many people began dancing to this but I didn't want to. This girl looked interesting. I wanted to meet her.
"Harry," I said, grabbing his hand and leading him off the dance floor, "Let's go say hi. Actually, can you get me some punch?"

"Gladly. I'll get an extra cup for Greenly. Save me a seat."

I slipped over to the table where she sat. I pulled out a chair and said, "Hullo. I don't think we've met. I am Ginny Weasley."

"How do you do?" The girl asked in a middle-c-sounding voice "I am Greenly. Greenly Poesy." She reached across the table, shaking my hand. "Where I come from," I could tell she was French, she had a very French accent "we usually knock jawbones and make a kissing-like sound when we greet friends. I guess here people shake their hands."

"Yes. Where did you say you were from?"

"Well, I spent 6 years at Beauxbatons for school, and my family lives in France."

"Nice. Watcha writing?"

"Oh." She blushed "I write jazz music. I was just writing a song. Also, I enjoy photography and sketching and I was sketching some of the dresses I saw here that I liked."

"May I take a look?"

"Sure." she handed a stack of about 7 or 8 pieces of parchment to me. I began to look through them. The top picture was a picture of Professor McGonagall looking rather stern while doing a single-person waltz. I held the picture up to a McGonagall who was about 20 feet away doing the exact same thing and the picture was so exact that the only difference was size and color, or lack thereof, and one was moving, the other was not. I continued looking through the pictures in awe. I admired her exactness of drawing: Hermione, Padma, Luna, Pansy Parkison, who was wearing a silver dress suit, and Hannah Abbot. I turned over the last page and saw a sketch of me.

"Do...do I really look that good?" I asked.

I felt the warmth of Harry's breath in my ear as he said, "Yeah."

"Harry!" I squealed. "I was asking Greenly. She's an AMAZING atrist. Thank you," I turned to her "for letting me look at these. Do you take ... say...wedding photos?"

"Actually," Greenly responded "I love to take pictures of weddings. Zey are so pure and eenocent and joyous and ahhppy."

"Could you hold on a second?" I turned to Harry "Let's have her do our wedding pictures. Come on. Please."

"We really should see more of her work."

I took out my wand and said, "Should I persuade you with a bat bogey hex...or a nice kiss?"

"How about a kiss."

"Fine."

I gave Harry a swift kiss and he said, "Are you sure?"

"Harry, I wouldn't have aked if I wasn't sure."

"Fine."

"Greenly." I turned back to her, she was scribbling away on her jazz music, "Would you do us the honor of taking photographs at our wedding?"

"When will zis be?"

"Sometime next year probably."

"Gladly."

Neville and Luna came over. Luna sat down picking up my fresh un-drunk punch and drained the glass in one sip. "Neville, sweet, why don't you dance one song with your cousin? She is NOT here to be put on display after all." Luna said.

"Fine." he caved- not wanting to get on Luna's bad side, "Greenly, you look bored, why don't you come dance?"

"Hold on." she said, staring fixedly at Harry's forehead,"You are a very lucky girl Ginny if you are engaged to Harry Potter. Fine, Neville." And with that the cousins left to dance.

"Harry," I turned to him "Let's go. I am getting tired. It's nearly midnight."

"But we only danced to one song."

"Fine- let's dance a little more then go back to the castle. I have a gift for you there."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Not that kind of gift you sick-minded boy!"

Harry blushed a deep crimson and we began to go onto the dance floor when suddenly I saw a flash of emerald near me and next thing we knew a crowd was beginning to gather around no other than Missy and her date. Missy was on the floor writhing with pain; she suddenly quit writhing and slipped into unconsciousness. I could see her chest rise and fall.

"OH MOVE!" I said shoving people to the sides. I grabbed her right wrist and felt it
"There's a pulse." I announced. "You," I pointed to her date "Why are you just standing there- we need to get her to a private room- go get one in the Three Broomsticks- I'll be right there. I conjured a stretcher and began to levitate her onto it, then the stretcher leviated to the door. Harry took my cloak out and he, Ron, and Hermione followed me into the Three Broomsticks and into a room. I laid her onto the bed and the stretcher dissappeared- "Harry- get professor McGonagall- Hermione- come here. Everyone else- OUT!"

Hermione and I waited until McGonigall and Madame Pomphery came rushing in. Madame Pomphery went straight to work and a few minutes ater said,
"Granger! Weasley! Sh'ell be fine - just sit here with her and get the story out of her when she wakes up. It appears as though she has been hit in the kidneys rather hard."

With that the two women left. Harry, Ron, and the boy came in. Remembering what McGonigall had told me I said "Harry, Ron. erm...what's your name?"

"Alan." the boy said.

"Alan, Ron, Harry. We are gonna be here until she wakes up. So why don't you guys go back to the Annexe. Harry- if you want to go to the castle I'll be up to our room as soon as I can."

"I'll go to the annexe so we can have that last dance." Harry said as he gave be a quick peck on the cheek and left. Ron did the same with Hermione. Alan just looked upset and muttered something about weak bitch.
IT HAD BEEN 4 HOURS SINCE THE BALL HAD STARTED.

An hour later

Hermione looked at her witch's watch - "It is officially midnight" she proclaimed. "No wonder I am tired." she suddenly got a look on her face: a mixture of the look a person has when they drink sour milk, have a brain freeze, and as though they were just left hanging in mid kiss. Then she smiled "It kicked!" She put a hand over her stomach." That felt weird. But it's the best damn birthday gift I could have asked for."
We laughed.

"I'll get you your gift when we get back to the castle." I said then we heared a moaning sound from the bed on which Missy was laying. Suddenly she sat up.

"Where is that bastard? I am gonna kill him! OH MY GOD WHERE THE HELL AM I? WHY DOES MY DAMN BACK HURT?"

"Missy." I began risshing over and attempting to lie her back down.

"Back off! Now where the hell am I am where is that bitch Alan, I want to murder him. Let him die a slow and painful, blood-filled death."

"Hold on," Hermione said "What the HELL are you talking about Missy? Why did you pass out? What is that?" Hermione pointed at Missy's cheek. All the make- up had been washed off, as Missy had just cast the aquamenti charm on her face to wash it off and a big purple bruise in the shape of an oblong fist covered her cheek.

"Oh gosh. You never saw anything." she said nervously, putting her hand to her cheek, "WHERE IS THE BITCH! I WANT TO CAUSE HIM AS MUCH DAMN PAIN AS POSSIBLE?"

"Missy calm down. What's going on?"

"Hermione- swear you won't tell? Same with you?" Missy pointed to me

"Fine. We promise" Hermione said.

"Ok. When I arrived at Hogwarts I went into the Slytherin common room the first night and then Alan came over to me. He started asking me questions. He seemed so cool. He asked me out a few days later. I consented. He began...well, whenever I would say something he didn't like or whenever he would get mad, he would hit me, or kick me. I never told anyone. I just got revenge in my own way- spiking his pumpkin juice, having Crabbe and Goyle beat him up. Little things like that. Then those two gorillas asked if I wanted them to beat him up again tonight- IN FRONT OF HIM. I tried to play dumb. I smacked Crabbe across the face. I seriously considered tearing off his balls. I knocked out about four of Goyle's teeth and kicked him in the groin. I was about to do more when I felt a silencing charm on me and next thing I know that BITCH Alan starts punching and kicking me again. I hate him. I hate him so much. I mean I ain't afraid of nothing. I ain't afraid of no one...well I'm afraid of one thing. What he'll do to me if I break things off. Please, don't tell him I told you. He'd kill me, literally."

ICESKATERS INSIGHTS: SORRY FOR THE CLIFFY! I GOTTA SKEDADDLE THOUGH, SORRY!