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Harry sat on the nearest chair or bench he could find. He was defiantly not going back into the Great Hall, scared to know if he would see Cho's friend again.

He wished he brought at least his invisibitly cloak so if Ginny was near she wouldn't have seen him, and that he could read this peacefully.

"Finally I found you." Harry looked behind him and sighed in relief. It was Ron.

"Hey." Harry said as he turned away. Not that he meant to be rude; it was just that he wanted to read the book. Now.

Ron cocked an eyebrow. "Whatcha got?" he asked with a little smirk. Harry was getting quite irritated by Ron's nosyness.

"Nothing." he said through his teeth. Ron moved to the side of him and saw the little book he had in his left arm, clutching on it for dear life.

"Hey! Ginny was looking for that!" Ron said as if he just won something.

"Shush!" Harry said quickly. "Where is she?" he asked.

"Looking for you or Hermione. She was really freaked when she figured out she lost it. Reckon we give it to her?"

Harry ignored Ron's last sentence. "So shes not in the Common Room?" Harry asked. Ron nodded. "C'mon." Harry said before he ran off, with Ron right behind him.

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Hermione was still at the same place were Harry just left her. It was even her fault that Ginny had to tell Harry she liked him in the first place. She wished that she could just go to Harry right now and take it away from him, but it was probably already to late. He was probably done with reading it now.

From a distance, she thought she heard someone say 'Hermione'! And feared it was Ginny, so she started to walk away, pretending she didn't hear it. Suddenly the noise was louder, and it was Ginny's voice, and she was yelling Hermione's name.

Ginny finally caught up to Hermione and she was catching her breathe. "Are--You--Deaf?" Ginny asked between her breathes.

"Sorry." Hermione said weakly without looking at Ginny.

Ginny, with slight confusion, kept going on with the convosation. "Have you see a bo--"

"No!" Hermione yelled. Not like she intended too. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

"You okay?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows. She muffled a 'Fine!" and ran off.

Ginny kept looking at her with confusion as she ran off. She must of saw something disturbing, or something she wished she had not do. Ginny's next destination was Harry, though she wished she found him first. She definatly didn't want him to read it. The last person that had to read that book, it was definatly Harry.

But then again, Ron and Harry were the first two people to know who she liked.

But finding Harry was like finding Waldo (From the book - Where's Waldo?) from six feet away. He could of been anywhere, but that didn't stop her from looking and searching. Nothing would.

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"Just open it!" Ron pleaded, as they were both in the Boy's dorm room sitting on an unknown bed.

Harry just stared at the book. "No." he said again to Ron. Ron groaned.

"Why? We can find out stuff about her mate! Think about what would be inside there?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Ron was acting very immature for his age now. "What could be in here could be serious, Ron. I can't see how this is funny."

"You're seriously changing mate." Ron said as he got up and frowned, like he was waiting for Harry to say something back, but didn't.

Harry sighed as Ron was finally out of the room. He knew how Hermione felt now. This was too much for him. And Ron was right, he was changing latly.

For as much as he wanted to read it now, he knew he should wait till later.

Harry slowly sighed as he got back up and but the book in hus suitcase, and brought his invisibility out of it.

If it was one thing, he didn't need to be bothered.

He went back into bed and covered himself with his cloak. He wanted to sleep, but he wasn't sleepy. At all. He kept moving his head and body to different positions, but nothing seemed to work. All he thought about was what was in that book. He couldn't stand it anymore.

He quickly seemed to get back up to what seemed for hours and got the book back. He quietly went back to were he was as he saw the sun setting. Perfect view from were he was.

He was anxious, filled with joy as he opened the book. He was quite surprised that she wrote so little, she usually writes a lot more.

Harry felt really terrible after he read that. He kept flipping through the pages over and over again, as if something was about to pop up to him. He knew this wasn't like the Tom Riddle book he found in his second year; but it was worth a try. Harry got his quill and put very little ink on a blank page. Harry sighed as he watched nothing happen.

Then something popped into him. He doubt this would work either; but again it was worth a try.

Harry got his wand that was on the left side of him and mumbled some spell onto the book. He took a deep breathe and opened the book once more. He looked at every page, not forgetting any. This was hopeless. He was probably on his 75th page and nothing was there.

He was on his 3rd to last page. And when he flipped that page, he was in awe of what he saw.

"Very smart, Ginny." Harry chuckled as he saw that she had written in invisible ink. "But not that smart."

This was much, much longer then her other ones. And he began to closley exam it before reading it:

Hello diary. I don't really know why I'm writing with inivisible ink, maybe because even if someone else gets it they won't read this. Only I.

Anyways; Diary, I have written to you about a boy I know. I haven't really told you about him, really. So I thought I should get to now. I might just drift off and write something completly random, but thats okay, nobodys perfect right?

Well, I don't know where to start off with him; every time I see him I grow weak. He has such a strong power to do that to me. He smiles at me every morning, even a little hug, my heart skips a beat. His smile is to die for, I can't help but think how would it be like kissing them. I like how he is tall, not taller then Ron, but I'm glad he isn't. Hes an average height for someone like me. I would enjoy having his strong arms around my waist. He had once said to me; 'Don't be afraid of telling someone your feelings'. But I have done that, loads of times. I had given him such obvious hints since my first year. Truth be told, even though I had a few boyfriends, It was always hard letting him go. My first kiss; In third year with Seamus; I wish I never done so. I wished my first kiss was with him. At least it would of been his first kiss too. Sure, Seamus was a nice guy and a good kisser I guess, but he had kissed loads of other girls before. I was nothing different to them. At least it would of made an impact on his life if I did kiss Harry. But I guess thats over now, seeing how he kissed Cho loads of times. You know, the funny thing is that after their first break-up I swore he was going to ask me out. Heh; call me pathetic, but I really did. He dropped obvious hints. Hes like a little ten year old having their first crush. They would always pick on you but never forgive. That wasn't Harry though. He would like to pick on me but then he'd pick me up and spin me around like I was the only thing in his world. You have no idea how much I'd give to have that back.

I love his hair. His hair...Is amazing. I don't know how else to put it; it's beautiful; like them rest of him. I like how he finally grew it back, like in his third year. How it would sometimes swing over to his eyes was just gorgeous. I have never met anyone so beautiful in my life. I see how Cho plays with his hair and giggles into his ear. I sigh everytime I do. I wish that was me, Oh I really really do.

I remember one time in the Burrow me and him were outside in the backyard, watching Fred and George expereiment the new joke-toy they had made. He was laying underneath an apple tree my father had decided to grow, telling us that Muggles plant them everyday. I'm beginning to like Muggle stuff. Its much, much more beautiful then the magic we produce. Its a nice tree to look at, especially with him laying on the bark. I was sitting up, we were so close together that we were touching. I placed my hand in his as I saw a blue dust everywhere, it must of been the joke out of the toy. Harry grabbed it back as I smiled, I didn't think he did notice. I wonder if he was smiling back. We slowly let go as we saw Fred and George again, giving eachother HI5s, and kept giving compliments to their new toy as "wicked". How I wished I never let go.

That reminds me, there was one time at the Burrow again, we were playing Quidditch. I don't exactly remember who was on whos team, all I do remember was that Harry was on mine. We were very up in the sky, not that I was scared, I actually surprised myself as I figured out that I was doing pretty well on my first little game. I always wondered if I should of just took Quidditch just to see his face more. Anyways, I was doing perfect, I actually even shot a goal! I should of been paying more attention though as a bludger hit my right leg and it got me off my broom. I was falling. Fast. I was scared for my life. Then I saw someone going much faster then I was, surprisingly. It was Harry. He held on to me for dear life. I felt his strong arms. Quidditch does help, a lot. I was crying. He told me everything would be alright as he was right below me, still hanging on to me. As we fell, I landed right on top of him. Everyone crowded over. Mum came over paranoid, and did a fixing spell on his leg. It was broken. They turned to look at me. I had one scratch or two, but nothing worse. He broke a leg for me, For me.

I love how he never gives up. Hes always determined to do something. He'd wait it out for you. Now that I think of it, I feel pretty bad for some of my actions I had did in the past, he'd still always be there for me no matter what. He said that I was important to him, I was important to his life. I remember one day when Dean broke up with me Harry was the first to cheer me up. He said...exactly what I said when I was drunk that day. "I can name better boyfriends then him." Do you think that means something? I shouldn't get my hopes up.

I love how he says he doesn't have that much to give to people, but he has no idea how much he gives to me. He is so genorous; so kind, never the selfish type. I wonder how he could do that. With the struggles of the death of his parents; and don't let me begin about Voldemort; I wonder how he could be so nice.

This may be weird, but I love how we get into such little fights and just makeup in the end. He'd hug me tightly and I wished he never let go. I will always remember the day when we fought about Dean, and out of no where he said 'You have made such an impact in my life, I would die if I lost you.' Every time I think of that I cry. I want him but I lost him.

Theres one more thing that drives me crazy about him, his emerald green eyes. Those eyes saved my life. They're so effing beautiful. I don't know how else to explain. I wonder if his kids are going to have his eyes. I wonder if the wife he could have could be me. Oh how I'm pathetic.

One last thing-- and I'll swear I'll shut up. I love how he says my name. "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny." My God, does that boy have a wonderful voice. I could listen to it all day.

..I gave him my world but I guess it wasn't enough...

Harry quickly put the book down. He had a desire to talk to Ginny. But how could be explain reading this? Hermione was right, she was in love with him. He was feeling more awful then ever now.

He sighed as he put the book back into his suitcase and ran out the Boy's dorm room.