January 2, 10:35 am

I got a good night's sleep, despite the little bathroom-then-insomnia episode.

But back to the most pressing issue I mentioned earlier this morning.

Harry is… well, very attractive.

But that's not the only reason I like him, really. I shall make a list to illustrate this.

Top Ten Reasons Why I Have Once Again Fallen for the Boy Who Lived

10. He is very smart. This, I think, has always been overshadowed by Hermione's intelligence. But he truly is.

9. He is extremely good at Quidditch. He is the best Seeker Hogwarts has seen in who knows how long. He's even better than my brother Charlie, which is most definitely saying something.

8. He has become VERY good looking. As in, extremely good looking. As in hot. As in he's the guy that all the girls (including those who are dating someone else) sort of have a small crush on.

7. He's a loyal friend.

6. He's funny.

5. He's very righteous. He didn't waver in his story at all when Voldemort came back. He doesn't like being interviewed and doesn't look for fame and publicity.

4. Speaking of Voldemort, he happens to have fought him.

3. Many times more than once.

2. In one of which he saved my life.

And the # 1 reason why I have once again fallen for the Boy Who Lived:

1. Because, well… he's Harry.

But he doesn't like me, though. Sigh. If only I wasn't his best friend's little sister. That's all he could possibly think of me as. If only, if only, if only…

Alright. I'm going to snap out of this deep blue funk.

January 2, 10:40 am

Okay, I'm out. I think.

January 2, 11:07 pm

Nothing really exciting happened today, unless you count my little revelation about Harry (which, technically, WAS today. Very early in the morning today, but it was today.) Anyway, since I would probably put you to sleep if I described my day in full detail, I'm going to talk about my friends in turn.

Best friend: Chloe O'Ryan. She is the awesomest person ever!

Appearance-

Hair: Dirty blonde/Light brown with lots of blonde highlights (lucky!). Very thick, too.

Eyes: Blue. They're big, like a baby doll's. Or so I've heard. I've never actually owned a baby doll. But apparently they have big eyes.

Face: (aside from the eyes) Nose- it's one of those cute little upturned noses. Chloe hates it. She says it keeps people from taking her seriously, which is somewhat true. She also says that it causes people to subconsciously think of her as younger than she is, namely boys (which, she says, is the reason none of them ever think to ask her out.)

Body: Short. The same height as me.

Personality- When Chloe and I first became friends, we decided right then and there that we were "kindred spirits" (her wording) because we're so alike. She's feisty and stubborn, but also funny and nice. And sarcastic. (Are we noticing patterns, here, everyone?)

Talents: Athletic (like me!), smart (like me!), artistic (Okay, I admit, I'm not artistic. Like, at all. You should've seen some of my diagrams for classes! They looked like a four-year-old drew them. And let's just leave it at that.). She's also oddly able to coax information out of anyone. This is why I can never keep a secret from her.

Okay, there is no WAY I'm going to go through that little format with every one of my friends right now (that took entirely too long) so I'll just do one friend per day.

Harry interaction of the day: Not much. He and Ron had some really big project for Professor McGonagall which they had left until the Saturday before the Monday it was due (I never would have guessed they were such procrastinators! Coughsarcasm!cough) so they spent most of the day either in the library or in the common room with books stacked up all around them.

January 3, 3:10 am

Well, Chloe knows.

She could totally tell something was up. We were having our Saturday night sleepover, as is custom (we share dorms, but during the week we don't usually stay up too late talking unless something comes up and we feel we must discuss it immediately) and about an hour or two into our conversation she goes,

"Look, Ginny, are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

That totally caught me off guard.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"You've been acting weird all day. Do you like someone?"

"No," I said quickly. Too quickly, it turns out.

"A-ha!" Chloe exclaimed (almost loudly enough that I was afraid our other two roommates, Claire and Ella, would wake up). "I knew it! Who is it? Tell me!"

I surrendered. I knew from many past experiences that it was no use keeping something from Chloe O'Ryan. She was bound to get it out of you sooner or later. I figured it was better sooner.

"Harry," I muttered. That set her off.

"I knew it! I knew it!" she said excitedly. She knew, it turns out, a lot longer than I did.

"I suspected," she explained, "ever since you kept talking about that time when he told you that you were one of the best Chasers he'd seen. Initially I thought it was just to make me jealous—" (Chloe didn't make the Quidditch team; she was my alternate) "—but then I thought, 'What if she does like him?' And I was right!"

Chloe kept up a constant stream of babbling for the next twenty minutes or so, for the better part of which I completely tuned her out. I did hear her mention, however, how she wants to devise a plan which will force Harry to fall in love with me. I sort of smiled and nodded to satisfy her, but I doubt any plan short of a very powerful love potion will make that happen. Anyway, now she's asleep. I stayed up just to write this down. So good night.

January 3, 5:05 pm

I'm sitting in the common room. It's probably a little dicey being out here with something as sacred and personal as this journal, but I figured I'd risk it. Besides, Ron isn't even in here, and he's the only one who'd ever nose into something like this.

Harry and Hermione are sitting in the corner of the room. I'm so jealous of Hermione. She gets to spend most of her waking moments with Harry. Not that it matters like that to her, since she obviously likes Ron (something that both puzzles and disturbs me).

I think I'll go and join them. My mistake last time I had a crush on Harry was that I was deathly shy around him. This time, he'd better watch out. The REAL Ginny's coming through!