Ginny's Very Secret Diary

Monday

I'm really quite delighted with the results of the 'Make Malfoy Jealous' plan. It seems to be working. After all, he did check out my butt.

But somehow, that is not enough for me. Personally, I'd like him to be checking out the inside of my mouth! Hmm...did that sound a bit weird to you? I think it came out wrong - but the general suggestion was that I would like to kiss dear Draco.

Today was pretty boring, but I manage to transfigure my toad into a fairly nice teacup, if you ignore the fact that it still has legs and ribbits if you come anywhere near it with tea.

On a happy note, I lived through Double Potions - which is an achievement to be proud of.

Tuesday

My GOD he is a nice piece of ass. In every way he is perfect (except for the bit about him hating me, my family and my friends...and possibly having a death eater for a father).

But I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, i.e. He won't kill my family if I don't send his to Azkaban. Something like that.

Class today was pretty bad. First, I accidentally squashed a flobberworm in care of magical creatures. I just put it back in its box, they look squashed when they're alive anyway - not even Hagrid will be able to tell. And then Charms with Flitwick after that, we were doing summoning charms and I managed to summon my desk into hitting me in the face and had to go to the hospital wind to get the splinters removed from my forehead.

I have noticed (to m utter delight!!) that Draco and Pansy-pug-Parkinson are no longer...kissing in classrooms. In fact, I suspect that they are no longer kissing at all!

I found out this from my latest Slytherin source - Blaise Zabini! Who, lucky for me, loves to gossip (see, I told you he was gay!).

Anyway, he told me that Draco was bad-mouthing Pansy in the dormitories. Isn't that wonderful? Not for Pansy, obviously, but since when did I care what happened to old pug face? Yes well - on with the gossip - Blaise also mentioned that Pansy was crying a lot in the common room, and that all clues pointed to a messy break-up. SCORE!

Wednesday

There were no Draco sightings today. I have just realized how Draco-dependant I am - AND WE AREN'T EVEN GOING OUT YET!

See how I said 'yet' there? I am much more optimistic since that fateful day in the corridor. If he didn't know I was sweet on him by then - he certainly knows by now!

He is the epiphany of manliness, with his nice big shoulders and nice blonde hair...and really nice butt and OH GOD I'm drooling again. I had better stop, before this gets out of hand.

Counting down the days until we are together (which is hard, as the date hasn't been determined yet).

Thursday

I tried to squeeze some more info out of Blaise (he isn't hard to find actually, all you have to do is follow the trail of skanky Slytherin girls) but he is getting suspicious. Fortunately, Blaise isn't the brightest light on the Christmas tree, and he thinks I'm leading some kind of vendetta against Malfoy. I'd love to see the look on Blaise's (pretty good-looking) face if I told him that the only vendetta I had was down Draco's pants. In fact, I think that's my goal in life right now - and all I want in the world. Actually, that's not entirely true - I'd like a million galleons, a mansion with a swimming pool and a Quidditch pitch and...to get down Draco's pants.
Am I really that shallow? Yep. Looks like it. Well at least I have a hobby ok! It's more than I can say for lots of people. Pansy Parkinson for example - she has a hobby no longer seeing as she can't have and more secret snogging sessions due to the fact that she has no one left to snog! HA! That really shouldn't make me happy, but it does. Oh yes it does.

Does that make me a bad person?

Actually, I don't care if I'm a bad person as I get down the aforementioned pants.

Friday

YAY! Today is the last day before inevitable Draco-contact. Unless it rains...oh please god, don't let it rain! Maybe I'll do a rain dance or something. Or at least I would, if 1. They actually worked and 2. If I could dance.
Never mind.

I really do like him a lot. It's almost sad, really. Almost, but not quite. See, all I have to do is look at him and I'm worse than someone under the Jelly-legs Jinx. When will I learn?

Haha I can answer that - NEVER! I will always try to attain the unattainable. I will always love the unlovable. That's just me.

Sunday

If you haven't noticed, I didn't write anything yesterday (yesterday being Saturday). In case you were wondering, yesterday was actually fairly uneventful - except for the fact that I KISSED DRACO MALFOY!

That should explain why I didn't write yesterday. Firstly, I was obviously busy bursting with joy, and secondly I was far to excited to hold onto my quill.

Oh but wait? You want to hear just how it came to be that I kissed Draco Malfoy - sex god extraordinaire and all round good-looking guy?

Well...I'M ABSOLUTELY DYING TO BRAG ABOUT IT SO HERE GOES:

So here I am, in the grounds sitting there (on Blaise Zabini's lap...), under a tree with the Slytherins - minding my own business (while flirting outrageously at the same time). When I notice Draco trying to catch my eye (it's a wonder I noticed at all, I was staring at his crotch at the time). So anyway, he looks at me right, and then he looks back up at the castle. And he gets up, and off he goes back to the castle! I must admit I was a little confused, but I kind of got the idea he wanted to talk to me alone...or at least when I wasn't sitting on Blaise's lap or whatever.

Well, of course I had to go and see what he wanted - so I made up an excuse about needing to feed my cat (which is decidedly strange, seeing as I don't even have a cat to feed).

So I walk back up the castle, and I'm having a look round, trying to find dearest Draco, when suddenly - just as I'm walking past - the door to a broom cupboard opens and someone yanks me inside.

And let's just say it wasn't Filch!

(if you didn't get that hint, 1. you're dumber than I thought and 2. IT WAS DRACO!!!)

So here I am, in a dark broom cupboard with the hottest thing since sliced bread (I really don't get that saying - sliced bread isn't even HOT is it? It would make much more sense if it was sliced TOAST for example...). Anyway, he mutters, "Lumos," and suddenly I can see him (which is an entirely good thing)!! At first neither of us say a thing. I was just kind of staring, with my mouth open - I imagine I looked like a goldfish or similar. But just as I'm getting comfortable with the silence, he says:

"Right. I don't know what you're up to, Weasley, snooping around - flirting with my friends but it's gone quite far enough!"

And he's looking all gorgeous and angry etc, and I'm just smiling a bit (I managed to shut my mouth at some point) and staring stupidly. And I start to think that perhaps he wants to kill me, and not kiss me, which makes me stop smiling at once. But then he starts speaking again (which is a relief, because I sure as hell wasn't capable of saying anything at that moment in time).

He says: "I've been meaning to do this for a long time," and this is the bit where I'm certain he's going to kill me, or at the very least jinx me, but instead (this is the best part) I find that we are suddenly attached at the mouth! IT WAS THE BEST. I nearly fainted (twice!)!

After some strenuous minutes of tonsil hockey/tongue wrestling/ swapping spits (whatever you choose to call it), I seemed to have regained my power of speech (I think the snogging must have loosened up my tongue or something) so I say:

"Right," and keep looking at him in my usual way (only, minus the drooling). And - GET THIS - he says to me:

"Umm yeah... And if you ever tell anyone about this...little...conversation - I will hunt you down and kill you. Got it?"

And I nodded, and he opened the door of the broom cupboard and left!

I slumped down and sat there, in that cupboard for most of the rest of the day, trying to catch my breath - can you blame me?