Hogwarts Juniors

"Okay, everybody get in line!" yelled Professor McGonagall, who was calling everyone to get into the snack line. But I wasn't very hungry, so I stayed with my friends.

"OR I'LL HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!" roared Professor Snape. He's...not a people person. Most of us kids got scared, but I stayed behind again. I told you; I'm not hungry. Professor Snape saw me playing and walked over to me. He stood in front of me so close, that if I looked up, I could see inside his nose. And his nose is really, really big. I looked up, but looked down again, because I got grease in my eyes from his hair. "I thought I told you to get in line, Miss Weasley."

"Well you thought wrong," I said. "Professor McGonagall did. You just said you would hex me into oblivion." There gasps all over the room, and there people staring at me. What? Did I tuck my skirt into my panties again? I looked down. Nope. Oh well.

"Don't you speak to me like that, you little brat," he hissed at me, and sprayed spit all over my face. I wiped it off with my sleeve and looked up at him again. Dangit, more grease in my eyes.

"I'm not a brat," I said back to him. More gasps. Professor Snape sneered at me.

"Just get in line."

"Say please." He rolled his eyes.

"Please get in line," he said. So I got in line and got some pumpkin juice and a cauldron cake. It was yummy, but I was bored.

"Hello, Ginny, is this spot taken?" I looked up. It was my L.O.M.L. He is so beautiful, his green eyes were shining, and the wind was blowing through his dark hair. Where did the wind come from?

"No, it's not, you can sit here," I said dreamily. He smiled.

"Good," he said. "Cho! Cho, this spot isn't taken, we can sit here!" he called across the room. Cho? Surely, Cho's a boy! But a girl walked over to him. A girl! She smiled at L.O.M.L., and he smiled back. And then it happened. They held hands! And in front of people! It was disgusting. Get a room! But it felt like my heart had gotten ripped in half. And then in half again. And then in half again! It was the absolute worst.

So I got up and I ran into the girls bathroom, crying. But I had to make a couple stops to ask where it was, because I've never been there before. I ran into the first stall, sat on a toilet and started crying. I was heartbroken. I looked at the ground and I saw a little black book with a silver clasp, but it wasn't locked. I think it was a diary. It was really old. I opened it. There was nothing written in it. I was about to close it when this weird writing appeared on the first page. I closed it. Hey, I'm three, I can't read yet! I put it on the ground again.

"Ginny? Ginny are you in here?" It was Pansy.

"Yeah," I sniffled. She pushed open the stall door.

"What's wrong?" she asked, putting her arm around me.

"I'm heartbroken," I told her.

"Aw...tell me what happened," she asked nicely.

"Well, Harry Potter, I'm in love with him, he asked if the spot next to me was taken and it wasn't so I said, 'no' and then he said good and then he told Cho to come to sit with him and she did and then they were smiling at each and-and-and..."

"And?"

"And then they were holding hands!" I sobbed. Pansy gasped.

"No," she whispered.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Oh, that's horrible!"

"I know!"

"In public?"

"Yeah!" Pansy looked down.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I'm really sorry that you're heartbroken," Pansy said. And it sounded like she meant it! That's really nice of her.

"Ginny? Are you in here?" said a new voice. It was Colin! He can't be in here! He's a BOY! But I didn't care, it's not like I was going Number Two or anything. He saw me crying and his face softened.

"Ginny? How come you're crying? Are you okay?" he asked. So I told him the story. Unlike Pansy, he looked mad at Harry. I think I'm going to call him Harry now. "Oh no he didn't! He done made my friend cry! Imma have a talk with that boy!" Colin declared.

"No!" I cried. I mean, I was mad at Harry, too, but he didn't know I loved or that he hurt me. And besides, if Colin went up against him, he'd get his arse whooped. Oops! I said a bad word...BAD GINEVRA, BAD GINEVRA. Sorry, anyways, I said to Colin, "No, Colin, don't do that, I'm mad at him too, but I don't want get anyone hurt because of that."

Colin gave in. "Okay."

After I stopped crying, we went outside. We learned how to use a wand and a couple spells. We had to choose partners to cast the Light spell with. I didn't get to choose. I don't think Professor Snape likes me very much, he chose for me. And you know who he chose? Do you know who he chose? DRACO MALFOY, that's right! He must REALLY hate me.

"Tho, Weathel, I gueth I have to be partnerth with you," he said to me, smirking at me. The teachers started passing out wands for us to practice. Most of the kids starting waving them around and yelling things but I think Snape put it on Child-Lock for now.

"Well I gueth I have to be partnerth with you!" I said, mimicking him. He glared at me.

"How dare you make fun of me, you-you POO-POO HEAD!" he yelled. A round of 'ooh's' went around the round and everybody looked at me.

"I wouldn't be talking, you...FROSTED MINI-WHEAT!" The kids looked at Malfoy, but didn't laugh, but Professor McGonagall chuckled a little. Snape came over to us.

"Break it up, Weasley," he said, looking at me and only me. He's blaming me for this? Malfoy started it and Pinocchio is blaming me? Unbelievable.

So we started on the spell, I had no problem. Magic is easy! But Malfoy had some problems.

"Lumoth," he said furiously, for the elevendy-ith time. "LUMOTH!" I smiled evilly at him, and he glared back.

"What'ssssss the matter, Malfoy? Can't sssssay it?" I said, making all my S's long to make him feel bad. "Lumos!" I cried, and my wand lit up. Malfoy looked like he was going to cry. Then I felt guilty, I didn't want him cry!

"The class is over, bring your wands to the front," said Snape. Malfoy sat in a chair by himself; his head was in his arms. I walked over to him, he looked at me a smirked.

"What? Have you come to make fun of me again?" he drawled. I shook my head.

"No, I wanted to say I was sorry for making fun of you," I said softly. He stopped smirking.

"Oh," he said. "That'th okay." I never noticed how pretty he was before. He has blond hair, it's usually slicked back, but today, it was a little bit in his face. And his eyes are silver! Which make Harry's eyes look ugly. What am I saying? Am I going mad? No. Never. Malfoy is a little meanie who is not pretty and not nice! Never ever! Thank God it's Art class now.

Author Notes: Yeah, I know it's not as good as the first. But thank for all of your wonderful reviews, I really appreciated them!