Chapter Two: The Diary
On the train I sat with Hermoine, Harry, and Ron. Neville and Luna were there too. Luna, as usual, was absorbed in The Quibbler looking like an idiot holding it upside-down. I really do not understand that girl and her odd ways but I like her.
There is something about her that I just cannot describe. The way that the sun highlights her golden-blonde hair, those large round reading glasses, and the delicate fair skin. 'What the heck! This is Luna! Luna Lovegood! LOONY Lovegood! And just cause she is pretty I love her all of a sudden? NO! NO NO NO NO!' inhale exhale 'So I do admit that she is pretty, but I am not into her like that!' (A/n italics are sooooo fun!) I took a minute to recollect myself. 'All better now no big, bad, Loony Lovegood here Ginny-winny-kins!' I thought mimicking my mother's voice in my head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I heard someone scream.
"Help! It is so gross!" We all ran to the compartment door. Erica Stein, a second year in Hufflepuff nearly fainted at the sight of a small olive colored mound. "Trevor!" cried Neville jumping on the toad, and stuffing him into a small crate. "Gram got it for me," Neville said motioning towards the small crate, " It is called a 'Toad on the Road' for people who prefer to keep their pets close to them."
As Neville kept explaining about his gadget, I absentmindedly scanned the compartment in hopes of a side conversation. Even though it was my seventh year at Hogwarts; Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and a few others had to come back to do some advanced training. I myself was becoming an auror, and decided to pull a "Hermione" taking advanced classes as well as required ones. But unlike Hermione, I had to manage without a time-turner, since they no longer exist on account of one of our other escapades into the Ministry of Magic.
I caught Hermione's eye, just as she passed a piece of parchment my way. I unrolled it.
Care to join me in my dormitory for a little catching up?
See here is the thing on Hermoine and me; we used to have a fling way back when, and catching up was code for hot passionate, steel cage, love-making, handicap match. Not that you need to know that! But as I turned to my school bag to get out a piece of parchment to reply, my hands slid over a cool black, dragon leather book. On the spine of the book it bore the initials T.M.R. For the first time in my life I can honestly say that my heart sopped. I flipped to the first page, and wrote: 'Hello Tom, it's me Ginny.' Then I saw in blood red slanted handwriting: 'Hello Ginny'.
A/n sorry I haven't been updating this much but it will get better!
