Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter-related. On the other hand, I do own a cat with homocidal tendancies.

A/N: Finally! Some DG potential action! Not really. But we might be having a breakthrough. Sorry to get you excited, my fellow DG shippers.

8:16 PM

Sitting across from the portrait of the Fat Lady

I just spent the past 25 minutes on my knees at Professor Snape's mercy…

NO! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING DIARY! Get your mind out of the gutter. Pages. Binding. Whatever.

I had to beg him to let me off easy. Try to convince him that his favorite student was really the one at fault. He took to that idea as kindly as he takes to the notion of using shampoo. Needless to say, I was not winning this battle. Maybe I should explain myself further. Oh, in case there's any confusion here, this is all MALFOY'S BLOODY FAULT. ::clears throat:: Moving on…

I arrived to Potions on time, ready to take another stab at starting this year off right. That was so Hermione. I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. I'm getting off topic! Stop it, brain! Anyway, I took my seat, didn't send even one glance in Malfoy's direction, and ignored the fact that he was sitting entirely too close to me… and he smelled nice… like a modest type of cologne… Ah! Brain! Enough out of you!

Snape gave us our assignment (He simply gave us directions, and once we were finished making the potion, we were instructed to figure out what it was.), and Malfoy and I decided to split the work evenly. Actually, I decided we were to split the work evenly. He decided to sit behind me and clean his nails. Best lab partner EVER!

So, about 45 minutes later, I'd finished just about everything. I was stirring the cauldron, I'd only had one more ingredient to add (fly's wings… ew.), and things seemed to be going swimmingly. But, apparently it was around irritate-Ginny-o'clock, because Malfoy decided that at that particular moment, he should go rifling through my bag and find you.

"A diary? Weaselette, what are you, 11?" Malfoy drawled.

Naturally, I freaked out a little bit. You may not be the workings of the darkest wizard of all time, but you're still PRIVATE. Completely innocent, albeit a major pain in the ass, but private nonetheless.

I spun around, completely knocking the cauldron over, spilling its contents all over the dungeon floor. It then proceeded to burn a hole through it. Okay, I understand that that is a major dilemma, and a BIG no-no, but who the fuck gives students directions to make an anonymous potion that can burn a HOLE through a STONE floor?! There is something seriously wrong with this man-bat-greaseball. He is disturbed. I should give him my therapist's information. She probably won't actually help him, but she might just convince him to lave the castle entirely. Or report him to the authorities. Yes, he is absolutely being given her office's address. Or maybe I'll just get more detention. Brilliant plan, Ginny. Stop speaking in the third person, Ginny. If you weren't me, I'd punch you in the mouth right about now.

So, Malfoy laughed. In my face. Along with the rest of the class. I then turned bright red, averted my eyes, turned to Snape giving a shrug, and my best innocent please-forgive-me eyes, which always seem to work on my father. Not so much him. Because man-bat-greaseball gave me detention, because he lacks a soul. Maybe he's part dementor. It could happen. It would explain why Harry almost faints every time he sees him. Heh.

Oh, but he gave Malfoy detention as well. He didn't take away any House points, which is NOT fair, AT ALL, but at least he has some judgment skills. Unfortunately, this also means I have detention with Malfoy. For two months, three times a week. Scrubbing cauldrons. Dirty, filthy, sticky cauldrons. Mostly the ones used by first years. Oh my Merlin, this is going to be a disaster.

9:49 PM

My dormitory

I have the worst best friends ever. They seem to find my whole situation hilarious. I walked into our room, slumped onto my bed, and grumbled unintelligibly into my pillow. Larissa asked me what was wrong.

"Malfoy. Snape. Cauldron. Detention. Diary. Kill me," I replied, looking up from my pillow.

"…huh?" Blaire said, not piecing it all together, which, in retrospect, makes sense, seeing as I was the only one who really could have understood what the hell I was talking about.

I told them the horrific story of what I spent my afternoon dealing with, and you know what they did? They LAUGHED. LAUGHED I TELL YOU! Awful, awful friends.

"How is this funny?!" I shrieked, never quite calming down after arguing with Snape.

"I enjoy laughing at others' misery," Blaire replied, shrugging and lighting a cigarette simultaneously.

"And I just think it's hilarious. You and Malfoy stuck together? For three nights a week? Alone? You'll end up killing each other. Or snogging," Larissa said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

I spluttered, "What?! Me and MALFOY?! Are you nuts?! I hate him. I hate him with a fiery passion of a thousand suns."

"Fine, fine, I was kidding! Merlin…" Larissa said, raising her hands in surrender.

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much…" Blaire said under her breath.

I heard her, but chose to ignore it. It's been a long day, there's no need to verbally duke it out with Blaire. I may be pretty quick when it comes to arguing, and MAYBE a little over-enthusiastic (I have six brothers. My temper is quite short.), but Blaire always wins.

I'm going to bed early, but let's recap.

Golden Trio time: 25 minutes. (I said a quick hello at breakfast, which managed to turn into Ronald telling me he thinks Blaire is a bad influence, and Hermione asking me about Advanced Potions. By the time I got to my seat, there was barely any pumpkin jam left.)

New friends-status: Going quite swimmingly. There has been no talk of trying to get rid of me yet.

Malfoy hating time and strength: All day. SUPER hate.

11:02 AM

History of Magic

So… bored… can't… stay… awake… Diary… you are… my only… hope at not… falling asle

12:14 PM

History of Magic, with the outline of a quill imprinted on my head

You did a terrible job. Now my papers are covered in sleep drool. Ewwww…

7:36 PM

Potions room

Of course he's late. Which means Snape is staying until he shows up. This means I have to actually work at scrubbing these cauldrons. Oops, I just got yelled at for slacking. That's an extra week of detentions. I blame you, diary.

Oh, look who finally showed up. I don't know if I'm more irritated to see Malfoy here, or thrilled to watch Snape set up the charms that keep us in this blasted room for another hour, meaning he's leaving. When I see him swoop out (yes, swoop, describe his exit as anything besides a swoop. Ha, you can't… because you can't write your own words. Very nice change of pace, not so great for a good argument partner, although it is nice to always win.)

Malfoy just noticed me writing in you. "Again with that diary, Weaselette? Isn't that was got us here in the first place?"

I'm going to punch him in the mouth. I need to reply with a witty retort and put you back in my bag now. I'll update later.

9:00 PM

Empty Classroom, full of HATE… and confusiuon

I'm hiding out. Larissa and Blaire are going to want to know everything, and I just need a little while to myself. I think it's time to fully explain the hour of hell I just endured…

We began the evening fighting about whose fault it actually was that we were there. Um… completely his? Obviously? Is he dense, or just in serious denial? Then came the questions about the diary itself.

"Why do you have a diary, anyway? You think you would have learned after your First Year," he said, rifling through Snape's cabinet full of Merlin only knows what.

Now, this was a seriously low blow. Just because I seem to be over it, doesn't mean I completely am. It's one of those things that will scar you for life, you know? It's right up there with losing your family, having a sleepover at Michael Jackson's house, or being forced to watch a marathon of Pee-Wee's Playhouse. You never fully get over it. But it's not like I'd let him know that. "Maybe I like expressing my extraordinary hatred for you. Why do you care?"

He ruffled his hair and bit his lip for a moment. Did Malfoy look… uncomfortable? Completely mind-blowing. "I don't care Weaselette, I was just curious as to why you were so ridiculously strange and idiotic," he replied, tightening his jaw. Ah, there's the Malfoy I knew so well, and despised so much.

"Mhmm. That's me. Strange and stupid. Because you're seriously one to talk…"

"What is that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"Let's see. Strange: you creep around, hiding in dark corners, bothering people you believe to be lesser than you, because you are obviously so insecure in your own pathetic existence that you can't handle being a real human being. Stupid: you actually believe that certain people are lesser than you, because that's how you've been brainwashed, and you're too moronic to try to think for yourself and give people a chance. There. Strange and stupid."

He looked furious, opened his mouth to say something, and seemed to think better of it. He internal walls came right back up and he ignored me for most of the detention, scrubbing cauldrons and occasionally taking breaks to nick the occasional ingredient. That is, until time was almost up.

I looked at my watch, then at the slowly disintegrating charm blocking the doorway, thrilled to get out. I turned to him, "We have about two minutes before we can leave."

"Yeah, sure," he replied, averting his eyes.

When I saw the charm completely disappear, I nearly ran for the door.

"Wait!" he called, a little desperately.

"What Malfoy?" I snapped, angry that he was interrupting my chance at freedom.

He looked down again and mumbled, "Do you really see me that way?"

He was so… sad looking. I wasn't sure what to say. "Well, yeah, kind of."

"I'm sorry for that."

I looked straight at him, "People can change, Malfoy." Then I immediately ran for the door. I have no idea what just happened. I think when I go tell Larissa and Blaire, I'm just going to complain. They don't need to know about the end of it.

Whether I feel a little sorry for him or not, I still hate the slimy git.

A/N: Ginny is so full of hate. Malfoy is still a git. But I think we MIGHT just be getting somewhere. Maybe. Or not at all. Who knows? Oh wait, I DO. Review, tell me how long the madness should go on. I could write about sexy DGing forever, but I don't want you all to get bored, so I can't really decide how long this story should be. Not to worry, though. When it's all over, I can guarantee another DG story. And possibly a little Luna/Blaise. But I'd like to finish this first. I'm getting sooo off topic. I love to ramble. Review!! Do it! I'll love you always!