Ginny's Very Secret Diary

Monday

That's it!!! I've had enough of being quiet, innocent Gin-Gins. I'm determined to have Draco, no matter how many whiteboard dusters I have to charm to hit Pansy-the pug Parkinson!

Operation Draco is going into practice tomorrow. Damn...that means I only have today to think of what Operation Draco will involve. I really should stop setting myself ridiculous deadlines (I think I have picked up that habit from Professor Snape, somehow).

I need to make dear Draco realize it's me he wants, and not that overgrown excuse for a dog. (Yes, I am referring to Pansy if you didn't pick that up there...).

I think I'll have to show him that I'm not just a Weasley Weed. I'm a... a... oh I don't know - something good, ok? *sigh*

It's utterly hopeless.

Tuesday

While the operation is not in full swing yet, I did a little reconnaissance... well, stalking. Anyway, I have found out several ground-breaking things about my love:

Ok so it's not ground-breaking. I tried.

Wednesday

*sigh* he is so gorgeous. And so out of my reach. What am I going to do? I can't even talk to him without looking like an idiot (this theory has been proven on numerous occasions).

Ok I really am seriously truly absolutely going to do something about Operation Draco.

Tomorrow.

Or maybe the day after.

Thursday

Ok well, I have started to form an ingenious plan. The way to get a guy to like you (I'm going by cheesy American movies here, so I could be wrong) is to make him jealous. So, I will turn the charms on all the Slytherin guys I can handle, and hopefully Draco will notice and come to his senses. But I have standards - I will not be touching Crabbe and Goyle, definitely not.

Ewww... mental pictures.

Friday

The plan is underway!! I flirted with Marcus Flint - the Slytherin Quidditch captain. How neat is that? Draco was there (I caught the team on the way down to the pitch for Quidditch practice) ooh he did look nice in those robes...I wonder what he'd look like out of those robes?? Don't mind me, I'm just feeling a bit perverted at the moment.

Anyway, I was wearing this really tight top (I used a shrinking spell once I'd put it on) and a short skirt (under my robes of course - I didn't want to look slutty now did I?). So I must say I looked pretty hot. Or cold rather - I don't know if this is really the weather for short skirts.

Anyway - sidetracked - I go up to Flint, right, and I say:

"Oh wow, I saw you in the last Quidditch game - you know, against Ravenclaw - you were fabulous!"

And then of course I had to giggle and act all girly, and he looked pretty pleased with himself (you could tell by the fact he was puffing up his chest and going all macho etc).

So after a few more sleazy compliments from me (such as: "look at those muscles!" and "You really can fly!" ...I don't know when I became a liar, but it has happened somehow), I flicked my hair and off I went. I have a feeling Draco checked me out at this point, but he could have been glaring at me in disgust instead.

Well, at least he knows I exist now - that's always a good thing. I think.

Saturday

Flirted with two more Slytherins today. It's much easier on the weekend. It was nice and sunny today, so even the pasty-ass Slytherins emerged to soak up some rays.

I flirted with that Blaise Zabini fella - he's not bad looking, but a bit of a girly guy. In fact, I'd put money on him turning out gay (I think I saw him looking at Draco's crotch, but who could resist?).

Then I flirted with another of the Slytherin Quidditch players - one of the humongous Beaters. I swear, his Beaters Club is thinner than his arm - he'd be better off punching the Bludgers or something. Massive guy though, forget his name.

I hope my plan is working, it's getting a bit inconvenient. Ron walked by right when I was about to tell Blaise how good-looking he was... you can guess that I didn't end up saying that. It was more like:

*nice voice* "Oh Blaise, you're..." *nasty voice* "such an ugly prat!" then (as soon as Ron had gone) back to *nice voice* "only joking!" *insert girly giggle* "you're quite good-looking really..."

Yes well, leading a double life is not all it's cracked up to be. All in the name of love though. Hmmm... Mrs Virginia Malfoy. I quite like that.

Sunday

You'll never believe what happened today! I was walking down to the great hall for brekky, and there he was - coming out of the great hall with Crabbe and Goyle. (I'm talking about Malfoy by the way, but I should think that was obvious!). Anyway, we passed each other and kept on walking (because that's normally what you do...) and after a few steps I turned around for my usual Malfoy-butt-check-out, only to find DRACO was checking out MY BUTT.

How's that for poetic justice! (Is it poetic justice? I don't have a clue, I just thought it sounded good).

There was a tiny moment of awkwardness and then he turned around and I suppose he's right now pretending it never happened. Never mind. I'm in a temporary state of I-don't-care-ness. Oh bliss...