It has been quite a while since I have been writing in this diary. It has been quite some time since anything interesting happened. Well, Hermione finally got DA up and running.

If I haven't explained DA before, it stood for "Dumbledore's Army." It's an organization that Harry build in order to teach students on actual defence against dark arts, not some mumble jumble that Umbridge teaches us.

Harry has been busier than ever. So has Hermione. I suppose it's no joke to be a fifth year, with the O.W.L exams coming up and all, but it's quite ridiculous, the amount of work they are receiving. Maybe I am on the other end of the spectrum. I solely observe only Hermione. Since her desk has never been free of book, and never the same type of books for more than 3 days. She writes notes, talking to herself, going through books and books just to research something for extra marks.

"Fancy having time to actually eat food, Hermione." I said as I set a plate of fruits down by her side.

"Ahaha." Her laughed sarcastically, then took some grapes and swallowed them whole.

I stared at her.

"Thank you for bringing me lunch." She said, "This assignment is killing me. I was supposed to research the ways of transformation in Banshees. As if McGonagall think we have time on our hands."

I patted her ginger cat, and said, "You are giving me a headache, considering I have to endure all this in less than a year."

"It's not as painful as I thought. Thank heavens I already dug into my research in September. I don't know how Harry and Ron are handling it at the moment."

"They're probably not working."

"Yes, imagine having time to work on assignments when the threat of the dark lord is approaching."

I look at her, wondering is she is joking or not.

She set her quill down on the table, "I'm sorry. Sigh. I'm very sorry. I don't mean that."

"I know." I said, "That being said, you are not going to miss tonight's DA meeting are you?"

"No, of course not. That may actually bring some fun to this dry learning."

I wondered when Hermione ever thought of learning as dry.

"I long for the day when I can dine off of pills alone, and then I don't have to be bothered with eating anymore. It's actually as waste of time when you think about it…"

Before she finishes I burst out laughing.

I can feel myself change when Harry is present. I could feel myself lowering my head, not speaking directly at him, or to him. And I can also feel my stomach flutter when he is around.

I try to focus on my spell, but when he's beside me, watching, I could almost feel his eyes pouring into my soul, stirring, and I couldn't find peace.

So I suck in defence spells when he is around me.

I am fairly confident to say that I present my knowledge very well when he isn't around me.

As if it matters to him.

He's eyes are glued to Cho.

I could tell. I have eyes too.

Cho obviously likes him too.

It's like they are trying to have a sneak peek contest into each other's eyes. Harry would look at her when he think she isn't looking nor caring about him, while actually she already made sure her hair is in perfect position, her lips well coloured and her cheeks red.

Some how I couldn't take my eyes off of neither of them.

I cannot deny the fact that Cho is pretty. She has a cheekbone which looks like cut out from a china doll. Her hair is so sleek and falls on her shoulder like a waterfall. Her sad face or teary face just made her more and more attractive and pitiful to the common eye.

It irritates me to no end.

I turned around, and exited the room, hoping to leave early so I don't have to endure looking at them loving each other.

I was climbing the stairs when it moved. Which adds more to my annoyance, I kicked the stairs hard, but I only hurt myself in the process.

"Ginny?"

I turned around, and saw Cho at the bottom.

"Cho." I said.

She nodded, and asked timidly, "Can we talk?"

I sat on the stairs, staring below her, and said, "Ok, go on, then."

"I was wondering… I was just wondering, if it's alright that I ask Harry out…"

"Why makes you think it's not going to be alright?"

"Well, because, I think…"

I froze.

"Hermione and Harry are such good friends…"

I let out a breath.

"And they are so intimate together…"

She seems to think that Ron doesn't exist.

"And you're so close to Hermione…" she finished.

I didn't speak. Instead I looked at her, really looked at her.

Her eyes are still holding tears, and her lips are quivering. She looks very healthy and her cheeks are rosy though. Also her hair is still as shiny and smooth as ever, every single strand perfectly in every place that it was supposed to be.

"I suppose if you start to act pathetic you would start to believe you truly are pathetic." I said softly.

"Pardon me?" She asked. Her voice whimpers.

"I said, I don't think there is anything going on between Hermione and Harry other than the fact that they are very good friends."

She bit her lips, and said, "I don't know how I feel anymore. I suddenly feel so guilty; I love him so much…"

"Who?" I asked instinctively.

"Cederic." She said.

I nodded along.

"And I don't know what happened. I suppose it's just because I am simply young, and I don't understand how relationship works. But last year… for a moment there, I really did thought I love him, Cederic. But slowly, slowly, throughout the summer, I couldn't stop thinking about Harry, although I do know he is so famous and all that, and I also know that he faces difficulty with the Ministry and the public. But something tells me that I do believe him, and I have faith in him…"

I slowly stood up.

"Harry was so kind to me… so kind and so generous. He places the welfare and importance of those he loved above himself. For example, the Bat Bogart hex, I couldn't get it right, but he stood by me and slowly taught me how to do it until I could truly master it…"

I didn't take my eyes off of her. She seems to be off in her own world.

"My heart… it feels swelled with happiness when he's beside me. When he touches my hand… feel so happy I could just explode, I couldn't stop myself from shivering in excitement, I couldn't stop myself from being attracted to him, I couldn't stop thinking about him… It's all so confusing, how could he have such power over me?"

The stairs started to move again. This seems to startle Cho. She broke off her soliloquy, and blushed furiously.

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

I waited and paused for a moment before I said, "No, its fine."

"You probably think I'm very foolish for saying all that." She said. "I think I will stay behind today… to ask him."

"Ask?" I managed to mutter out.

"Yes." She looked so sweet and happy, as if in possession of a secret buried in her chest. "Ask if he could…"

This time I couldn't manage out anything.

"Thank you for listening, Ginny, you are very kind." She said, then skipped off the stairs, and back into the room of requirement.

I tore my eyes away from her back as she disappears, and looked at the color tainted windows by the staircase.

It's dark and stormy outside. The rain droplets splatter against the windows, making soft noises. The torch brightly lit the whole staircase up, and I saw my face in the window reflections.

I stood on top of the stairs, looking at the rain.

I forgot to cry.