The Red Haired Weasel and the Amazing Bouncing Ferret

Ginny Weasley

September 1st 11:20 a.m.

The train ride to Hogwarts thus far has been more than a little uneventful. Well, Colin Creevey keeps looking at me from behind his camera that he’s pretending to examine. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am not under the mistaken impression that I have looks like a Veela or anything, but the guy *did* send me exactly 17 love notes this summer via his owl. Which would have been rather charming except Ron and Harry were there to witness every single one and kept teasing about what they believed was a sordid affair between Colin and myself. And did either of my parents step in to put a stop to this torture?

Of course not.

I guess I can forgive them, though, since they got me this journal as a 16th birthday present. Brand new and everything.

Well, I guess it would be rather pointless to get someone a second hand journal. You know, since it’d already written in and all.

…

Harry just popped in to say hello, pointedly ignoring the glare Colin shot him. I guess I can understand his (Colin’s) anger-for five years-ever since I saw him at the train station his first year- I gushed about The Boy Who Lived, driving my best friend up the wall. But I’m over him now. Have been since my 5th year.

Even so, I hope Colin doesn’t know any of the Unforgiveables.

10:03 p.m.

Not much has happened since my last entry. Well, I did have quite the unfortunate run in with Malfoy that resulted in about 5 minutes in witty banter (A.K.A: shouting of insults) until Professor Snape caught the argument and took 10 points from Gryffindor.

Have I mentioned that I hate that man?

No?

Oh.

Then I HATE THAT MAN!!!!

I can’t help but wonder how often he takes points from his own house. I bet it’s a rare occurrence.

*deep sigh*

Just for today, I’ll try not to get too bad about it. I mean, Malfoy’s parents *are* in Azkaban, so I guess we should feel sorry for him. And I’m trying-really. But it *has* been almost two years and he *did* turn them in himself. And don’t begin to think he’s gotten some character-I made that mistake last year and almost got my arm bitten off.

Nope. Same old Malfoy, just sans his psychotic parents.

Uh….

I mean, sans his nice, just misunderstood parents.

I feel sorry for the guy..

Really.

…

Okay, so I don’t.

What’s wrong with a little healthy animosity?

Dad says nothing’s wrong with it at all (but I expect that, even though Lucius Malfoy is in prison, my father still carries around a great deal of anger. After all, the guy *did* try to kill me and all. Harry tells me things.), while my mother practically had a heart attack when I said that I hope both Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy rot in Azkaban and that if we’re lucky someone will dig up information that will take Draco down with them.

I know my mother loves me, I just expect that she’s trying to be kind and forgiving. Which is fine.

You know. For her.

You don’t understand. I *tried* to be nice to Draco. Told him I was sorry about his parents, even offered a peace treaty. The figurative kind, of course.

To which he most hatefully replied, “Get away from me, Weasel. I do have allergies against fleas.”

Ugh.

And in case you’re wondering, I *did* inform my mom about this. She simply sighed and said, “One day, Gin, I guarantee it, that Malfoy boy is going to see the error of his ways. I just want to be sure that when that day arrives, you’ll remember just how lucky you have been where he has been lacking, and are willing to forgive.” She paused, the way she does when she’s going to offer words of wisdom. “Honey, I know it seems like the most ridiculous thing in the world, but you’ve had so much more than he could have ever dreamed.”

I’m not dense. I know she wasn’t talking about money, but a family and love. Which, of course, she is right about. I have been lucky there.

Whenever I think about that day, I get kinda sad. I hate pitying that… creep, but now I do.

Thanks a lot, Mum.

She never says things like that to Ron. I mean, he hates Draco like no one else ever has or will, but she has yet to take him aside and read him the riot act. I saw her raise an eyebrow once.

ONCE.

But… Fine, I’ll be fair. Lately, it’s not like my brother spends a whole lot time talking about the youngest Malfoy, anyway.

Guess who the new object of interest is.

Wait. You get three guesses.

You got it! Hermione Granger.

His best friend. Well, one of them, anyway. Which, just for the record, is deeply amusing for *me.* She usually spends a great deal amount of time at the Burrow during the summer, and the smallest touch or smile can make Ron’s ears flame.

I can remember when I was like that with Harry. Back in the good old days. *grin*

Well, I’m going to bed. Exhaustion and all of that.