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Nimbirosa: OMG! Your review scared the hell out of me! I thought at first you wanted me dead or something! LOL but then I calmed down from the shock and read the whole review and burst out laughing so hard, I think tears were coming out of my eyes! LOL so seriously now, no, Dean won't die, sorry, but on the other hand, you never know what can happen to him and Ginny later on :P...

Pheonixflyer: Don't worry, I won't change the rating for three reasons:
1. I suck at writing R fics (or M now, don't you just hate the new rating system? '–' )
2. I can't actually write R fics because I'm not of age yet, I'm only 17 (will be 18 only in August).
3. I don't plan to write anything that is not proper for people under the age of 14 to read. That way, more people can read this fic.

Ciberloco: Well, I said I like to bit up people, didn't I? So, yes, there will be more fights, don't worry ;)

SeleneA: Well, things will get more clear when Harry will be back home for Christmas, but I already said it was because they kept him away from his friends and still didn't except him as a Slytherin, and another reason that he's angry about them is because he's just a teenager, and teenagers sometimes tend to get angry on their parents. About the Dursleys you'll read in this chapter.

And for everyone else who reviewed and read (but got lazy to review) – thanks! Enjoy chapter 7!

Chapter 7 – Dear Diary:

Harry took the diary in his hands, lightened his wand and opened the diary. Please let it be charmed, he pleaded in his head, this would be the only way he could stop himself from reading the diary, though he knew he was doing something wrong, which he would probably regret about later. He looked down and started to browse through the pages of the diary. Unfortunately, it was an ordinary diary.

He read the first entry:

'August 31st, 1992.

Dear diary,

My brother Charlie bought me this diary for my birthday two weeks ago, so this is my first entry.
Tomorrow will be my first day at Hogwarts! I can't wait! I am finally going to see Ron, Fred, George and Percy! Of course we'll spend the holidays together here at The Burrow, but being here with only mum drives me crazy!
I can't wait to learn how to do magic! Mum bought me all the books, robes and a wand of my own, though we needed to save money, so we bought everything second-hand, except for my wand (because the wand chooses the owner).
Even though all of those things are so exciting, I can't wait for tomorrow for a whole different reason – him. The love of my life, the one I saw last year on platform 9 ¾, talking to Ron, Fred and George...'

Everything Harry had read so far was boring. It was just an 11-years-old's girly trash. He was about to close the diary and try to get some sleep when something written on the page caught his eye – his own name.

'...talking to Ron, Fred and George – Harry Potter!' he read.

Harry gulped hard. His name was encircled with little red hearts. Ginny had had a crush on him! Merlin, he didn't know it. He always thought she hated his guts. He could perfectly remember his first day on platform 9 ¾...

Flashback:

"All you need to do in order to get up onto the platform is to go straight into the barrier between platforms nine and ten until you will be on the platform. Got it?" James asked Harry, bending down to his eye level, and gesturing with his hand to the barrier he had just talked about.

Harry nodded slowly, but still looked confused. What if he crashed into it?

"Oh, here, watch them," Lily said and pointed towards a family of red-heads going through the barrier and disappearing once they went through it.

Harry nodded to his father with understanding and James rose back up.

"All right, now you try and we'll be right behind you," she said. James nodded to them that the coast was clear from Muggles and Harry pushed his cart and ran towards the stone barrier.

The view changed and he could see he was on a new platform. An old steam powered, scarlet train stood next to it. The platform was packed with people; kids were walking with their parents, all of them carrying with trolleys like his.

"You still have fifteen minutes, Harry," James said, after crossing the barrier with Lily.

"Look, James, here's Remus," Lily said and led them to Remus Lupin, who was talking to the two older red-heads Harry saw earlier.

"Come on, Harry. You know Remus is going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, right? He's starting today, just like you," James said with a smile.

Harry's parents stopped next to Remus, Harry followed, but looked around the place and enjoyed the scene. "James, Lily, hey!" Remus greeted when he saw his friends. "Hey Harry, feeling nervous?" He caught Harry's attention, and messed his untidy raven black hair, and causing his little square shape glasses to become askew on the bridge of his nose.

"A little," Harry said, fixing his glasses. "Are you?"

"A bit, but then of course I remember that I already attended Hogwarts and that I'm only going back as a teacher," he told him. Then he turned back to James and Lily. "Oh, silly me, I forgot to introduce you to the Weasleys. Molly, Arthur, I would like you to meet my best friends, James and Lily Potter and their son Harry. Harry is a first year starting today."

"Hello, nice to meet you," the plump, red-headed lady called Molly Weasley shook James' and Lily's hands. The old, thin, slightly balding man, who wore glasses, looked at Lily in awe.

"Are you really?" he asked. "Merlin, you and Sirius Black defeated the Dark Lord! It's a pleasure to meet you!" he shook Lily's hand aggressively and then James', and finally gave Harry a wide smile. "You have a sister who is a Muggle, right?" he asked Lily, sounding very interested.

"Arthur!" Molly snapped at her husband, smacking the back of his bald head and causing his small glasses to fall to the end of his nose. "You have to excuse my husband. He's head of the 'Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office' in the ministry, and when it comes to Muggles, he's totally obsessed. He doesn't understand that they're just normal human beings like us, except for the fact they can't do magic! You hear me Arthur?"

"Yes, dear," he said quietly and added a polite "Sorry" to Lily.

Lily chuckled in amusement. "Actually it's okay. Yes, my sister and her husband are Muggles, but we're not in touch with them. They don't like the fact that I'm a witch," said Lily.

"Oh, sorry to hear about it," Molly said apologetically.

"Molly and Arthur and their two elder sons are actually joining the Order," Remus interrupted.

"Oh really?" James asked with interest.

"Yes, we talked to Dumbledore and everything is settled," Molly said. "We really want to contribute what we can and help catch the free Death Eaters out there."

"Mother, I need to be in the Prefect compartment. Where's my sandwich?" Harry saw a red-head boy, the oldest of the family there, now standing next to Molly. He also wore glasses and he was already in his Hogwarts uniforms. Harry noticed a shiny scarlet and gold badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

Molly excused herself from the conversation. James, Lily, Remus and Arthur continued to talk about their own business, none of which interested Harry, so he continued to look around him. Ten minutes to eleven, he noticed the hour of the clock on the platform's wall. Harry was bored, so he watched Molly Weasley talking to her son, to escape the imposing boredom.

"Here you go, Percy, corned beef, exactly as you like it," Molly said as she pulled out a wrapped sandwich from the bag she was holding in her hand. "Now, where are you brothers?"

"Right here!" two identical red-head twin brothers chorused together behind her. Next to them stood a young, long-nosed boy, and a small freckled girl, both with red hair. The boy looked around Harry's age, but taller than him, and the girl a bit younger than both of them.

"All right, what have you two been up to now?" Molly asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," the twins said together innocently.

"When the two of you say 'nothing' together, it's a sign for trouble!" Percy said.

"Oh, ickle Perciekins is a Prefect!" one of the twins teased.

"How does it feel to be a Prefect, Perfect Percy?" the other twin joked and pinched his brother's cheek with his fingers. Harry tried not to smile, but couldn't help it. His grin gave him away when Mrs. Weasley looked at him.

"Oh, Ron, this is Harry Potter," she suddenly said. "He is a first year, too."

Lily looked around to them when she heard that. "Oh, this is great. Maybe they could be friends? All of Harry's friends unfortunately are Muggles," she explained to Mrs. Weasley. "It would be nice if he was to have a wizard friend. What house were you?"

"All of us were in Gryffindor. We hope Ron and Ginny will, too. She'll attend next year. Where is she, by the way?" Molly looked around and then spotted her daughter. "Oh, Ginny, come here, sweetie, don't get too far." Harry saw she was shooting him weird looks, before walking to her mother.

"This is great, then. We were also Gryffindors. I bet Harry and Ron will be good friends," Lily said excitedly.

Harry and Ron started to talk and then the twins butted in and introduced themselves as Fred and George.

The train started to whistle and everyone hurried their children to get onto it. Harry heard Remus promise his parents he would keep an eye on him.

Harry said goodbye to his parents, they wished him a good year and promised that they'd see him at Christmas and reminded him to write a lot.

Harry got up on the train and went to find a compartment with Ron. He heard the little girl crying behind, along with the yells of Mrs. Weasley at Fred and George that she didn't want to receive letters telling her they got detentions again. They whined and said it's impossible for them not to get into trouble. The twins calmed their sister by telling her that she would be seeing them soon (though Harry had a strange feeling that she wasn't just crying about their departure) and they got on the train...

End of Flashback.

Was she crying because he was leaving? Very unlikely, but who knows? He didn't even know she had a crush on him.

Harry kept reading the entry, but there was nothing special about this entry beside what he had just read. He looked for his name in the rest of the diary entries, curious to know more, to see what else she wrote about him.

He found in the second entry something quite interesting:

'September 10th, 1992.

Dear diary,

How can this be? Why did I deserve it? He's a Slytherin! Now I know why Ron never said a word about him when he came back from Hogwarts. An evil wizard, that's what he will become one day. I can't fall for a Slytherin. What was I thinking?

Ginny.'

Harry continued to look for others clues about him. He found one and read it. She wrote this entry at February 14th, 1993, still at her first year. She wrote how he stared at her that day, but she didn't know why. She thought it was because it was Valentine's Day, or because he knew it was she who sent him the Valentine poem that morning. Harry remembered that poem. He wasn't embarrassed by it and laughed at it, but he didn't know who wrote it back then, he just thought it was pathetic and awfully written. He read the rest of the entry and noticed the words 'But I still loved him.' She also wrote that her brothers told her to forget him, but as right as they were, it was difficult for her to do so.

He flipped the pages and stopped at the date December 19th, 1994. Harry could sense that her writing had improved with time. She began to write more seriously and to the point, not to babble about things nonstop. At the same entry, Harry read how Neville Longbottom asked her out to the Yule Ball. She accepted because it was her only chance for going, since third years weren't allowed to go. She wrote that it was her first date, but she wasn't excited about it at all, because she didn't fancy Neville, because Neville was not him.

He moved on to January 27th, 1995. She wrote about how she had fun at the ball, and she even met a guy, Michael Corner. He asked her out and she said she would think about it. Harry was puzzled. She didn't even mention him once in that entry. He turned over the page and read the next entry. She told about the great date she had with Michael at Hogsmeade, but she's thinking of breaking up with him. Is that why Dean Thomas going with her now? Harry thought, but again, found his eyes returning back to the page when he noticed the post script in the entry he just read. It said: 'P.S. Needless to say that I'm over stupid Harry Potter.'

Excuse me? Harry thought, shocked and annoyed at the same time. STUPID? How dare she call me stupid?

Harry moved to the end of the diary and read the last entry. He was surprised it was written in red ink and not with her usual neat handwriting:

'September 15th, 1996.' Harry realized Ginny wrote it only yesterday.

'I hate him! I hate him! HATE HIM! I HATE BLOODY HARRY POTTER!'

"What?" Harry blurted in shock, but as he realized he said it out loud, he looked around his room to see he didn't wake his friends up.

'How could he? Who the hell does he think he is? He bloody kissed me! Why would I expect receiving a kiss from the idiotic Slytherin toad?'

"Toad? She got too far," Harry mumbled angrily.

'Bloody kiss and bloody Harry Potter. Did I say that I hate him? He thinks he can get what he wants if he'll say to me that I'm beautiful and amazing, but oh, how he's wrong!
I never even wanted to kiss him back in the first place, but old feelings gathered up and I couldn't control myself. I don't love him and I regret that I ever had a crush on him. I hate him and I hate myself for kissing him.
The thing that I hate the most right now is that he told Snape I put a spell on him! He wishes! I mean, how could he? One second he kisses me, and the other he throws that in my face?
Good for me to knee him, and good for Ron to punch him, because he deserves what he got!
Only problem now is Dean. I don't want him to know what happened. He's too sweet to lose. He's a much better boyfriend than Michael and things going really well.
I hope Ron or Hermione won't tell him, I really like him.
Ginny.'

Harry closed the diary. There weren't anymore entries to read, and even if there were, he wouldn't read them. How could he think she was great? Maybe she used to fancy him, but now she really hated him, and she had a boyfriend.

Things were so complicated now. He didn't notice her when she liked him, and when he finally sees her, she's not that girl anymore. Now, he liked her, but she's clearly confused. She writes about how much she hates him, but she still has feelings for him. So what does she really feel? And what does he feel for her after reading her personal thoughts?

He decided to let it go. She's not worth the trouble. They are plenty of girls out there that would actually throw themselves at him. Tomorrow he would give her back the diary and walk away.

But no matter what she says and why she's trying to convince herself she hates him, Harry knew she didn't. She still kissed him back.

His mind went to think about Dean Thomas. He hadn't known she had a boyfriend. And she said she doesn't want to lose him because they really good together. So he decided, an eye for an eye, Weasley, he thought. You make me jealous, I'll make you jealous.

Harry woke up the next morning hearing howls of laughter around his dormitory. He stretched out his hands, put his glasses on and got up from bed to see Draco and Blaise reading Ginny's diary and laughing occasionally. "God, Harry, where did you find this diary?" Draco sniggered when he saw him getting up from bed.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked in shock. It took him a few seconds to realize that Ginny wrote about him in her diary and those were personal things that he didn't want his friends to know.

"Read him this one," Blaise said to Draco, pointing his fingers in the page.

"Right. Harry, listen, you'll be very interested to hear this," Draco cleared his throat and started to read from the diary, mimicking a little girl's voice: "'Even though all of those things,' Blah, blah, blah, 'I can't wait for tomorrow for a whole different reason – him. The love of my life, the one I saw last year on platform 9 ¾, talking to Ron, Fred and George – Harry Potter.' Merlin, Harry, this girl had a crush on – hey, what are you doing, give it back!" Draco yelled at Harry, who snatched the diary from Draco's hands, and didn't look very pleased about what his friends did. Harry didn't follow his friend's order, so Draco pulled out his wand and called "Accio Diary!" The diary flew from Harry's grasp back to Draco's hand. Draco looked at the cover of the diary. "Who's G.M.W., Harry?"

"I think I read the name Ginny at the end of the entry," Blaise said. He made a thinking face and said, "Ginny? The only Ginny I can think of is Ginny Weasley, the one who knocked him down couple of days ago."

"Draco, give it back," Harry said calmly.

"Not before I read another juicy detail," he smirked and opened the diary again. Blaise leaned behind his shoulder and peeked in.

"Give it back," Harry said firmly. "Draco, I'm serious, give it back."

"No, I don't want to. What do you have to hide, anyway?" he said as he thumbed through the pages. Harry saw he stopped at the last entry written in the red ink and Draco and Blaise started to read it. Harry didn't have the energy to chase after Draco just so he can have the diary back, not he hadn't have the strength to pull out his wand and Accio it back, because he knew he always has been weak perform magic in the morning. He sat on the edge of his bed and waited until they'd finished reading. He looked blankly at the floor and heard Draco chuckle for a second, but then Blaise gasped and Harry closed his eyes. "WHAT?" Draco shouted suddenly. Harry thought he might do that, that's why his yell didn't cause him to jump like it did to Blaise. "You kissed her? The Weaslette?"

Harry got up from his bed, walked toward his friends again and held out his hand. "Yes. Now can I have the diary back? I need to return it to her."

"Tough luck she hates you, mate," Blaise said. "But why her? Why a Gryffindor?" he said the last word with a disgusted look.

"I thought you hated her," Draco said curiously, closing the diary and giving it back to Harry. "Why didn't you say that's why Weasel punched you?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry said sheepishly.

"Oh, come on! We're your friends, we're not going to make fun of you," Blaise said.

"I don't like her, okay?" Harry lied. He tried to sound calm, but he couldn't get rid of the annoyance in his voice. "This is my way to punish her for what she did to me the other day, got it?"

Draco and Blaise nodded. "So you mean you fooled her?" Draco asked slowly. Harry just nodded.

Harry got dressed quickly and went to find Ginny in the Great Hall. Luckily, he found her sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, reading a letter a small Tawny owl just dropped her. Harry walked up to her, and when he reached her, he put the diary in front of her on the table. Ginny quickly turned around and saw him. He could tell she was confused. "I – I found this after you left the library yesterday. I guess those are the initials of you name," he said quietly.

"D...did you r...read it?" She stuttered. He knew she was afraid that he read what she wrote inside.

"No," Harry lied. From the corner of his eye he spotted Dean Thomas approaching them. There was nothing left for him to say, so he turned around and walked to the Slytherin table.

He found himself staring at her smooth red hair during breakfast because she had her back turned to him. He saw Dean holding her hand and making her laugh when he told a joke. Harry shook his head vigorously.

"Harry, are you okay?" he heard someone asking, but he didn't register who it was. Harry looked around the table until he saw Pansy sitting quietly with Millicent Bulstrode. He got up from his seat, and walked quickly to Pansy. Harry sighed before he nudged her shoulder with his finger. She swung around and faced him. He took a deep breath, then cupped her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her in a passionate way. Pansy squeaked at first from the shock, but relaxed into the kiss and threw her arms around his neck, pushing his body closer to hers and deepening the kiss. Harry could hear in the background many whistles and 'ooohs' from the other Slytherins. Something suddenly came to his mind. He was kissing Pansy Parkinson! Harry broke the kiss and let go of Pansy. He tried to look like he enjoyed it.

"Wow," Pansy mumbled. Harry saw her face was deep red and she looked a little perplexed.

He smiled at her and walked out of the Great Hall. As he walked, he saw in the corner of his eyes Ginny looking at him. She was pale with shock. Harry smirked inwardly at her sight and left the hall.

He was late to Potions on purpose that day. He walked into the classroom, his shirt was untucked, and his tie was loosed. He carried his robe over his shoulder and walked inside like nothing was wrong. Fortunately, Snape wasn't around, so he walked slowly and took his time, drawing everyone's attention to himself, but then Snape entered from his office and Harry ducked behind someone's chair before he saw him. When Snape turned his back to the class, Harry sneaked to Pansy's desk and quickly managed to escape the Potions Master's eyes. He motioned Crabbe to move to another table and Harry took his seat next to Pansy.

Pansy looked excited and nervous at the same time. Harry made sure that Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas saw him before he turned her around and kissed her with another deep kiss, which again, caused all the Slytherins to clap their hands and whistle, and the Gryffindors to look at them in shock and disgust.

"Silence everyone!" Snape called. "And Mr. Potter, thank you for finally joining us, I will see you in detention tonight, in my office at seven o'clock for being fifteen minutes late."

All the Gryffindors 'ooohed' with amusement, but Harry didn't care. Detention would take his mind off the little red-head that insisted to be stuck in his mind.

After class, Draco and Blaise walked with Harry back to the common room. "What's up with you today?" Draco asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"First you kissed Parkinson at breakfast and now in class?" he sounded as shocked as the Gryffindors were earlier.

"I may have changed my mind about her," Harry replied. "Hey, Blaise, you don't mind, right?"

Harry didn't see Blaise sulk since Blaise walked ahead of him and Draco, but he sensed something was wrong when he didn't answer him. "Blaise?" he asked again, worried about his sudden silence.

Blaise stopped walking and almost caused Draco and Harry to crash into his back. Blaise turned around and faced Harry. "You said you can't stand her and you told me to take her off your back," Blaise said, sounding offended.

"I thought you were over her," Harry explained.

"Well, I'm not over her. I didn't talk about her because I knew you were tired of it, so I stopped, but I didn't stop feeling the way I did."

"I'm sorry," Harry said apologetically. "I didn't know."

Draco rolled his eyes in boredom. "I'm going to do my homework," he said and left for the common room.

"Look, Blaise, I'll let her go if you want her that much," Harry said. He didn't want to hurt his best friend just because he wanted a certain Gryffindor girl to notice him, by using the object of Blaise's affection.

Blaise's face lit up a little. "Really?"

"Yeah. I might say something about you to her, if you'd like."

Blaise now grinned stupidly and nodded. "Thanks."

Rumors had been spread all over school by dinner time. The hot topic was that Harry and Pansy been an item, of course, but seeing Blaise suffered from the talking, Harry made his way toward Pansy again.

When she saw him approach her, she made him some room to sit next to her, but he didn't take it. He looked seriously in her eyes before he said, "Look, Pansy, I don't think it will work out."

"What?" she sounded confused.

"Me and you, I mean," he said, watching her eyes go glassy with tears. Oh, how he hated when they cry. Girls, go figure. "I'm sorry, it's not you, Pansy –"

"Please don't give me the 'it's not you, it's me' cliché," she cut him off.

"I wasn't gonna," Harry answered. Why would she think it was about him? God knows why. "I was going to say it's Blaise."

"Who?" Pansy truly sounded like she didn't know who Blaise is.

"Blaise Zabini, my friend, you know him," Harry turned around and pointed her towards Blaise's direction, who was stuffing a steak-and-kidney pie into his mouth at that moment.

Pansy looked lost by now. "Why is it about him?"

"Because he really fancies you, and I care for you both and I think you two could really hit it off," he added with an assuring smile.

Pansy made an offended sound and got up from her seat. She shot her nose up snobbishly and called loudly, so everyone in the Hall could hear her, "Merlin knows what I found so fascinating in you, Harry Potter. You are nothing but an arrogant, childish and selfish boy, who thinks he has it all, and not to mention what a lousy kisser you are!" she snapped and walked out of the hall with her Slytherin girlfriends hot on her heals.

Harry couldn't have been happier. He finally got rid of Pansy and now he could couple her with Blaise, though it would take some time for her to cool down. And Ginny saw it all, right?

At that moment, Harry turned to take a glimpse at the Gryffindor table, but the only red-head he could spot was the irritating brother of hers. No way all this scene was for nothing!

"Eww! Eww! Eww!" Draco walked with quick steps into the common room in his bathrobe, slippers and towel.

"What?" Blaise asked him. Harry was too busy writing an essay about Vampires to see how ridiculous Draco looked at the moment.

"I just bumped into Weasley in the Prefects' bathroom," Draco said, looking horrified. That was all it took to get Harry's attention.

"Which Weasley?" he asked carefully trying not to send any hint of interest.

"The male one, the sight of him with a towel around his pale, skinny body was absolutely gross!" Draco exclaimed and his all body shuddered. "Believe me, seeing his sister with a towel would be a much more pleasant sight for my eyes."

"Oh," Harry said and tried to get back to his essay without making any remark of jealousy.

"Oooh," Blaise said suddenly with amusement in his voice. No, he didn't catch that, Harry's mind pleaded. "Harry still fancies her," he added in a singing voice.

"I do not!" Harry protested.

"Than why are you blushing scarlet?"

"Be...beca...because you're making me nervous with all of your stupid and false statements!"

"Okay, but you did fancy her before didn't you?"

"No!"

"Oh, shut up you two!" Draco interrupted. Blaise went quiet and Harry went back to his essay. "I'm going to my bed," he said and went for the boys' dormitories.

Blaise looked around to see if Draco was gone; he slowly leaned his body towards Harry and whispered, "I know you fancy her."

Harry had enough. He reached for a pillow that lay on the couch and threw it at Blaise. Blaise got up without saying another word to him. He only gave him a smirk and received a threatening look from Harry, and with that, he left him alone.

A/N: Sorry if the dates in the diary don't make sense, it confused me too. Chapter 8 will contain a Quidditch game, yay! (Though I honestly don't know when I'll post it, because I haven't written it yet, and I have a lot of school projects on my mind right now, so please be patient).

Please REVIEW if you liked this chapter, and I'll try my best to update soon ;)