A Strange Feeling

She had found her mother's journal. 'Cool,' she thought. She quickly glanced around to make sure she was alone. Then she opened it. The first page said 'Ginevra Weasley' again, and the second was blank, but the third had writing on it. It was an entry. Jessica flipped through the book to find every single page full. She smiled to herself and went onto the couch to get comfortable. She went back to the first page and looked at the date. It said: 9 May 1998.

"My Birthday! How strange," she thought aloud. She just shrugged it off. And then she started to read.

Dear Journal,

Well, this is my first entry. I just received this by owl from mum, she thought I'd want to own a journal. And I do, I guess.

Today was okay. I woke up on time and made it to breakfast. I saw Harry, Ron (my brother) and Hermione, like usual. But today was different. When I greeted Harry I got a funny feeling in my stomach. I wonder if he did too. I didn't think of it much the whole day, but now that I remember it... Oh I'll write about that later. After breakfast I had double History of Magic. I can't believe I got into that N.E.W.T. class. I did good on my O.W.L's last year. Well that was incredibly boring. I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep. After that I had Divination. Got into that class too. It's getting harder this year. The star charts and tea leaf reading have been difficult lately.

At lunch I met up with Julia Falcon, my best friend in the whole wide world of course. We chatted about the Hogsmeade trip next weekend. I can't wait to go, there's some new quills I want to buy. After lunch Julia and I headed to Herbology. I did good today, Professor Sprout seemed impressed, because I earned Gryffindor 10 points!

Double Potions. With Snape no less. Slimey Git with a capital "G". I loath him. He kept making snide remarks at me and Julia today, even though we brewed the Werewolf's Bane potion exactly by the directions. I'm glad I got out of there.

Dinner was okay. Me and Julia made fun of Snape the whole time. I looked over at my brother and his friends and I laughed at how Hermione was studying for her N.E.W.T.'s and yelling at Ron and Harry to do so as well. They were not pleased. I looked at Harry and caught his eye. That stomach feeling hit me again, so I looked away. It was strange. I know I used to fancy him a few years ago, but that passed, and we're really good friends now, like always. I can't believe I'm saying this but I think I'm starting to fancy him, again. He has grown and become so good looking. I don't know what I feel. I guess I'll see what happens tomorrow. Good Night, Journal.

Ginny

Jessica laughed. She couldn't believe her mother was good in Herbology, and Divination. She hated those classes. She actually thought that History Of Magic was interesting. She was hoping to receive a good O.W.L. score in it. And she smiled, because Professor Sprout still teaches at Hogwarts. 'She must have been pretty young then,' she thought. Eager to keep reading, Jessica turned the page and started on the next entry.

Harry trudged back to the Common Room after an awful day. He woke up late, got tons of homework, and had Quidditch practice. He was the captain, he couldn't miss one day of training for the House Cup. He was determined for Gryffindor to win. They've won six years in a row and he wants to make it seven, just in time for graduation. But even though his day was horrible, someone, just for one second seemed to brighten up his day. Ginny. He smiled remembering the look they exchanged at Dinner. It was quick but he knew what the feeling at the pit of his stomach was. He was starting to fancy her. Out of no where he felt shy around her, and often stared at her, admiring the beauty of her flaming red hair and chocolate brown eyes. He thought of asking her to Hogsmeade the next weekend, but he was sure she had someone else in mind. She and Justin Flinch Fletchey dated in the winter, but he wasn't sure if she was still single. He had also dated Parvati for about a week in March, and he got sick of her. She's just annoying, and didn't really like him. And now he was showing interest in Ginny. He hoped she felt the same for him.

He reached the Common Room, said the password, Dormiens, and entered. He looked around. He spotted his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, sitting by the fire, talking quietly. It was late and the room was pretty much empty besides them three. Except for one person.

Ginny sat quietly at a bay window writing in some sort of book. She looked thoughtful was writing quite fast, like it took to long to get her thoughts out onto the paper. Harry thought for a second, and then headed over to Ron and Hermione.

"Hey mate, what took you so long getting back? I got here a while ago," Ron said.

"I had to finish things up and I had some stuff on my mind," stated Harry.

"What stuff? Something wrong?" asked Hermione, looking concerned.

"No, I'm fine, just a long day, is all," he explained, while sitting down on the couch to rest.

"So," started Ron, "Heard about next weekend?"

"Yeah, Hogsmeade right? We going?" Harry asked.

"Of course. Fred and George sent me some money I'm gonna use to buy candy. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is doing good this season."

"Yeah, I'm happy for them."

Hermione looked up from her book and a look of anger showed on her face. "Hogsmeade? Is that all you can think about? We have to study! Don't you realize our N.E.W.T.'s are a little more than a month away? If you do poorly, it could affect your career!" she exclaimed.

"Relax, Hermione. We have time," Harry reassured her.

"Yeah," Ron added. "We'll study the weekend after Hogsmeade!" he said, a smile creeping over his face. Harry laughed. As on cue, Hermione stood up.

"Honestly, Ron, stop fooling around and be serious for once!" Hermione cried. "I'm going to bed. Good night," and she stormed off, up to the girls dormitories.

"Oh well. She'll forget about it tomorrow. I'm going up too. Coming Harry?"

"In a minute, Ron."

"Alright then mate. Night."

"Night," Harry responded. He stared at the fire for a moment, and then glanced over at Ginny. She had finished writing and was staring at the window with a blank look on her face. He got up and approached her, and her back was to him. "Hey," he said softly.

Ginny jumped and turned around. She looked a little shocked, but then recognized Harry.

"Oh, Harry. It's you."