Dear Diary...

Dear Diary...

Monday morning, Great Hall

    Is it possible to like someone who's the complete opposite of you? And I mean the COMPLETE opposite? You know the last person on earth anyone would expect you to like? Like, he's water, and I'm fire... which is actually a very good description of us both. Or he's... let's just say... a serpent... and I'm a lion?

    Because... I like... damn, I can't even write it down in my journal. And I've already placed a charm on it so it'll only open for me. But... still... this is way beyond belief. I mean, me liking him?

    Oh God, Ron will kill me if he finds out. Actually, he'll kill... the guy I like. I can't even write his name! Maybe I don't like him. Maybe it's not a crush.

    Oh Hell, yes it is.

    Why do I even like him? He's mean to my brother, he hates my brother's friends, and he hates Weasleys. I'm a Weasley. So there you go. Oh yeah, and he also hates Gryffindors. Of which I am one.

    Okay, that's it, I don't like him anymore! I realize how stupid it is for me to like him! And how could I? I mean, it's just because he mumbled 'sorry' to me in the hall after he bumped into me. Of course, I don't even know if he knew who I was. And he seemed like he was in a hurry. But I've never heard him say 'sorry' before. And I guess because I was the recipient of his first nice word ever, I feel special; like I'm meant to be with him or something.

    I'm so pathetic.

    I'll take anyone I can get!

    Just because I'm not the prettiest girl in the school, does that mean guys can't like me? No... So why don't they like me? Is it Ron? Has he been threatening people again? Or is it because they all think I still like Harry? I bet that's it. "I like Ginny... but she'd never like me because she's still infatuated with that Harry Potter guy. Just because he's famous..." I bet that's what all the guys are thinking. Either that or they don't think my breasts are big enough for me to be date material.

    I hate men.

    I hate them all.

    I especially hate Draco Malfoy. Oh drat... I wrote his name! Curse ink... and it's un-erase-able self. Is un-erase-able a word? I don't think so.

    Well, now that's it out in the open, I might as well write about him.

    I don't know why I like him. I guess I've been reading too many romance novels and I'm hoping he'll be like so many of the male characters in those books. He's mean on the outside, but then he'll meet me and I'll change his ways and he'll be the most sensitive guy any girl can hope for... oh God... there I go again. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

    Will I ever learn?

Monday, Transfiguration

    McGonagall is giving us time to finish up our homework, but I've already finished mine, sadly.

    I tried to casually bump into Malfoy again as he was exiting the great hall. It would've worked too, if Pansy Parkinson hadn't been attached to him like a leech. But I ended up knocking down a suit of armor instead and Colin had to come and help get it off of me. That was rather embarrassing and yet, it seems to happen to me all the time. Embarrassing moments, not suits of armor falling over on me.

    Colin asked me what in the name of You-Know-Who was I doing? I told him that I was practicing levitating and that the suit of armor was my victim.

    "But we learned levitation years ago," Colin pointed out.

    I hate Colin sometimes. But he just shook his head and accepted my lame excuse. And then he proceeded to take a picture of the messed up suit of armor, which kept grumbling and tried to pick itself up off the ground.

    Now that I think about it. Colin is like my best friend. He's always there for me, always telling me when I'm being stupid, and he always listens to my random rants about nothing. I just always thought I was a loner... but I guess not... and I just realized this after how many years of knowing Colin?

    My life is a huge mess.

    And to make it worse, after the suit of armor incident, when we turned the corner to head towards Transfiguration, Malfoy was standing there telling Pansy Parkinson a joke. And she kept giggling that annoying giggle of hers. The kind of giggle that make people turn their heads to see what the matter is. And then she was giggling so hard that she snorted and obviously that must've shut her up. But Malfoy looked sort of amused. Like her giggling was funny or something. I find it quite annoying.

    And then he kind of looked my way and I stopped staring at him. I was pretty sure he was going to insult something about me, like my hair or something. But he didn't. I wonder... was it because he couldn't find anything wrong with me today?

    Nope. One of my socks is drooping, and I caught a look of myself in the reflection of the window and my hair was kind of sticking up. So why didn't he insult me? Was I not worth his time or something?

    My life sucks.

Monday, Great Hall, Lunch

     I'm not feeling that hungry today. My shirt felt a bit tight this morning and I think it's from all that chocolate Mum sends me. Either that or I'm finally developing into the short, chubby woman my Mum wants me to be. I think she just wants me to be exactly like her, considering I'm the only girl in the family.

    But I don't want to be like Mum. I don't want to be short and chubby. I want to be tall and gorgeous, like all those models in those teen witch magazines. But I've obviously inherited my mother's genes. Damn.

    I wonder if Malfoy likes short, chubby girls.

    But he hangs out with Pansy and she's like, a size zero in everything. Plus, she's as skinny as... a snake... no pun intended.

    I'm definitely skipping lunch today. Besides, nothing looks good; especially when Ron is sitting across from me, piling some sort of pudding type thing into his mouth by the spoonfuls. And he just spilled some on his tie. Ergh, talk about table manners.

    Ron can be truly gross sometimes. Sure, he's one of my brothers, actually, the only brother I really ever hang out with... but he could at least be a bit more sophisticated, and not just around me, around everyone in general.

    Harry is sitting by me today. Damn him. Now all the guys will probably think we're going out or something. Two years ago when all I could think about was him, (much like my new obsession with Malfoy) this would've been a good thing. But right now? When I've finally gotten over him (and moved onto Malfoy)?

    I just realized how funny that is. Going from Harry to Malfoy... they're complete opposites... but I shouldn't talk.

    Harry's habits just seem to stick out more than ever now that I'm over him. And they keep getting more annoying by the second; like how he always runs his hand through his hair when he's nervous, or how he scrapes his fork against his plate when he's thinking. Or like, whenever someone's in trouble, he always has to save the day, and he usually does, you know. Just little habits like that. They get to me.

    I wonder if Malfoy's habits are annoying. Well, he's kind of annoying in general. So... forget I said anything.

Monday, Charms

    Colin is currently jumping around. I have to wait until the jumping charm wears off. Actually, the jumping charm could also be a very good work out. I'll have to consider it. But I just cast it on Colin... so I shall waste my time writing.

    I was walking towards Charms with Ron, Hermione, and Harry (actually, *they* were headed towards Transfiguration), and Colin (I wouldn't have been walking with my brother, but Colin wanted to ask Harry a few things...) when guess who we ran into? Malfoy.

    Oh joy. And I started to blush. And being a red head, I blush as deep as ... well... I blush a lot. Let's just keep it at that.

    "Malfoy," Harry threatened. But it wasn't really threatening. He says Malfoy's name all the time. And considering Harry's like, the nicest person in the world, it isn't all that scary to hear him say Malfoy.

    "Potter," Malfoy spat. When Malfoy says things it makes me laugh. He always sounds like he's spitting something nasty out of his mouth; especially when he says Potter.

    Potter. P-p-potter. P. POTTER. P*spit*otter.

    Colin asked why I was spitting out Harry's last name. I just told him to go jump around some more.

    So anyway, they were glaring at each other and Ron and Hermione were Harry's back up. And most of the seventh year Slytherins were Draco's back up.

    Finally I got sick of them glaring and decided I wanted some attention for myself so I rolled my eyes and said, "Will you two EVER grow up?" They both turned to look at me. Malfoy just looked me up and down which made me blush. Harry went back to glaring at Malfoy.

    "Ginny, stay out of this," Harry said, trying to sound threatening again, which made me almost laugh.

    But I covered it up with a cough and said, "Fine, I'll leave you two to your... usual glare-a-thon. Come on Colin. We're going to be late."

    I absolutely loved that! I normally don't come up with witty comebacks.

    And it would have been perfect too if I hadn't stumbled and dropped my books as I was turning on my heel to walk away. Malfoy sort of snickered, Pansy started that annoying giggle again, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at me with those pity-looks of theirs, and Colin just helped me to pick up my books. Then we walked off and I could've sworn that Pansy said, "What a freak!"

    Oh how I wish I could've stomped back there and told her a thing or two. But my usual embarrassing scenario made my self esteem go down so I probably couldn't have stood up to anyone, even Colin, at that point. If he had been threatening me, that is. But Colin is never threatening... even when he tries to be...

    Colin's charm has worn off. Damn.

Monday Night, In Bed

    Malfoy: Blonde

    Me: Red head

    Malfoy: Mean

    Me: Timid

    Malfoy: 5'9 or so

    Me: 5'5

    Malfoy: Slytherin

    Me: Gryffindor

    Malfoy: oh why bother? We're not right for each other. We're COMPLETE OPPOSITES! But I'll never learn...