Ginny's Very Secret Diary

Sunday

I, Virginia Weasley have a shameful secret to admit. Don't all gasp at once now, but I think I am in love with Draco Malfoy. Yes, that villainous blond sex god of a Slytherin. But why, you ask?

Well take a bloody look at him!

Mmmm well we won't go into it at this point but I am really having drooling issues. I was watching him at the Slytherin table with his thuggish mates and I think my eyes must have been popping out of my head with lust because suddenly someone was waving a hand in front of my dazed eyes and saying:

"You alright there, Gin?"

Thankfully it was only George and he hadn't seen the object of my affection, laughing and talking over at the Slytherin table.

I ask myself, is being in love with the enemy really such a sin? Especially when the enemy is tall, blond, evil and has a killer smile.

Monday

What will become of me? I think by now he must have noticed me ogling him, practically panting with desire in fact.

I have just put a locking charm on my diary. It is a relief to know that none of my peers will ever guess that shy and sweet Ginny Weasley is nothing but your average lusty teen with a crush and nothing better to do that poor her guts out to a diary.

Speaking of Diaries, I really ought to have learnt my lesson... what with the whole telling all my girly secrets to You-Know-Who back in first year. But luckily I have bounced back from that.

Oh lord, and can you believe I had a crush on Harry Potter? I must say, he's not bad - but perhaps that's the thing. I feel my tastes have developed infinitely since then and now I see the light - I want the bad boy. Draco being that boy.

He's quite loaded too. That must be a plus - I don't know how much longer I can deal with second hand robes. Not that I mind that much. I know my parents do their best, and I'm not complaining, but honestly - haven't they heard of birth control? Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and now me. Bill was practically moving out by the time I was born, which by most people's standards is a bit odd.

For some reason my family seems oblivious to the fact that I'm not truly quiet and innocent as I once was. I sneak into the kitchen as much as the next Weasley. Naturally, I'm nothing by Fred and George's (very amusing) standards, but I'm certainly no Percy!

I wish I was more like Draco actually - Bad. Yeah. I'm imagining myself in leather on the back of his broom. *sigh* Does that sound really sad to you? If you had a brain, Diary (which thankfully you don't - and once again let's not go there with the You-Know-Who thing...) would you be thinking "Ginny you are such a typical, sad little schoolgirl"?

Oh I don't know. I really am just rambling on by now. I should stop - it's quite late. Tomorrow I think I will try to speak to Draco.

Tuesday

Oh bliss! He called me "A little Weed" today. I bumped into him in the corridors (on purpose of course) and he spilt his books everywhere. I didn't try to help him pick them up (that would be a tad obvious don't you think?) and instead I amused myself checking out his arse as he bent over. If I have even the tiniest chance with him, I think I must play hard to get. But then, what if he doesn't want to get me anyway? What if it's all wasted. Well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Anyway - I got a bit sidetracked there - as soon as he'd picked up his books, he spun around and looked me in the eyes (I nearly fainted I must say) and said (in his raunchy, "I'm evil, look at me" voice):

"Why don't you watch where you're going, you little Weasley weed!"

And then of course he turned around and sped off in the other direction (and yes, I checked out his butt again. It really is in wonderful condition).

It makes me sad to think he will probably never get to know the real Ginny. The genuine Ginny. Perhaps it would help if I could talk to Draco without getting tongue tied or speaking gibberish or drooling or whatever.

Oh my! I just used the words 'tongue' and 'Draco' in the same sentence. Now I'm having all sorts of nasty (but good) mental pictures of Draco's tongue (and the rest of him of course).

Dear me. Can anyone else smell Obsession? And I'm not talking about the perfume.

Wednesday

Oh my. He really is something. I watched him at Quidditch training this afternoon. You can get a wonderful view from Gryffindor Tower, looking out one of the windows that face the Quidditch pitch if you use Omnioculars. I 'borrowed' Ron's pair. He won't miss them for a while.

Mind you, I did look suspicious hanging out the window like that - but I told everyone I was bird watching and they seemed satisfied (honestly, some people are so gullible).

Course, he can't fly all that well, but gee - he looks hot in those quidditch robes. Sex on a broom. Yummm.

Thursday

I must stop stalking him, really I must. I think he knows I'm sweet on him by now. For several reasons, but mostly the fact that I become totally clumsy whenever he's around.

I wish I could tell someone understanding that I fancy Draco. But, what with the Gryffindor/Slytherin relationships these days I don't like my chances of finding anyone that understanding.

I would tell Hermione but she's best mates with Malfoy's worst enemy so I don't see how that would go down well. None of my siblings are Malfoy friendly either so no go there.

Never mind. I will wallow in my own self pity and lustiness.

It's not so bad after all.

Friday

Weekend tomorrow. YAY. I have a huge history of magic essay to do though, which is a shame because it looks like it's going to be quite sunny tomorrow and Lee Jordan is daring Fred and George to go swimming in the lake for a joke. I warned them against it, but George insisted the Giant Squid wouldn't dare eat them.

I'm not so sure - but we'll see won't we?

I have come to the conclusion that I am at least a little bit prettier than Pansy Parkinson. She and Draco seem to be attatched by the hips... did I say hips? I meant lips.

That's right - I caught them going for England in an empty classroom yesterday afternoon. She really does look awful when she's kissing. Her face gets all squashed up, which makes her look more like a pug than ever. I thought I'd do Draco a favour, so I charmed one of the whiteboard dusters into hitting Pansy in the head... several times. They were so busy trying to fight it off I don't think they heard me laughing. My bad.

Saturday

I took my history of magic essay outdoors and watched as Fred and George went for a paddle in the lake. The dare was to swim from one side to the other for 10 galleons. It was pretty uneventful actually, the squid must have lost its appetite because it didn't even touch them, but Fred had to fight off a grindylow that wouldn't let go of his ankle.

I saw Draco there - he looked as though he wanted them to drown.
Our families would never work out... but then Romeo and Juliet's families were mortal enemies! That's a light at the end of the tunnel!

Sunday

I have just remembered that Romeo and Juliet both died in the end. The light at the end of the tunnel just went out!