A Riddle or a Rhyme

Tom Riddle

September 9^th

4:30

Well. That went well. I say well too much...

Right. So. Ginny and I went out onto the grounds around 12:30. We walked around the lake for a while, talking. It feels like I heard her life story. Again. It was a bit more interesting this time, though. Perhaps that's because every other word was "Harry" or "Potter." I hate that boy. He'll die, too, in time.

Yes, so we walked, and talked, and eventually just ended up sitting under the tree where we "first met." Or at least Ginny thinks that. It's odd, you know, I haven't heard a word about Ginny's second year. I don't suppose I will, though, for a while. Not until things get serious. I imagine that whole thing would be very traumatic...

Poor Ginny.

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I did not just write that.

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It was cold outside; maybe I'm coming down with something. Like amnesia.

Right. So, we sat under the tree, talking, for quite a while. Then Ginny suddenly said she felt really tired. We decided to end our...date...and go back to the castle. She seemed very weak. She was leaning on me as we walked back, and she seemed half-asleep. I was...I think I was...worried.

God, what's HAPPENING to me?

Damn Ginny. Damn her. I hate the girl.

But this will all be other with, soon enough.

Yeah. Well, I'm going to go...I don't know, try to make friends with some Slytherins, or something. Ugh. And there are those wells, again. Ugh. Bye.

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Ginny Weasley

September 10^th

11:23 am

Ugh. I think I'm sick. I must be sick. I went to sleep at five o'clock last night, and I just woke up. How could I sleep that long?!

Oh no! My date with Tom! I feel so bad. I was just really tired and I felt terrible, so I decided to go back to Gryffindor tower to sleep. Damn it. Oh well. Hopefully I'll see him later, and I can apologize.

Right, so yesterday. It was fun. We walked around and talked and hung out. It was nice. Tom was really sweet about my not feeling well. He practically carried me back to castle. He's so sweet. He listens to everything I say, and I mean he actually listens. And he understands, as if he's been through everything I have, right there with me. It's weird, you know?

Ugh. Ron has been glaring at me. All the time. It's getting really annoying. Can you say overprotective? Ugh.

Apparently Tom doesn't know about my brother, but any guy I decide I like is in danger of serious bodily harm. Maybe I'll tell him next time I see him...

And I think I should have a talk with Ron, too. He should know that I'm 16 and he can't keep being like this.

Hmm. Things are certainly different this year. I'm not just the girl that likes Harry Potter, now. I'm not EVEN that girl. I'm just regular Ginny Weasley. It's nice not to have people making fun of me. It is sort of weird, though, not liking Harry. Now we're just friends. It's like I have to rebuild my personality, because that's all I've ever been known for. That and everyone says I'm a really good chaser.

I guess it's all part of being a teenager.

Hmm. I guess I'll go find Hermione and start heading down to lunch.

I'll write more later. Bye.

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Tom Riddle

September 10^th

1:02 pm

Things are definitely working out. Ginny seems to be extremely exhausted, and I feel quite awake. Her powers are starting to transfer to me. Wonderful.

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But poor Ginny. I can't help feeling bad. Which, of course, I hate myself for. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't want to be around. I shouldn't...ugh, I'm not even ready to THINK that...but I do.

This is bad. My plan may very well be ruined. Just because...I'm acting human. Ugh.

So, anyway, Ginny came to me at lunch, to apologize and thank me for yesterday (I told her it was nothing and no problem). We've decided to have these little outings every weekend. So, I'm looking forward to that...

And I'm looking forward to gaining her power, not...

UGH.

Hell, I should just stop writing in this. It's starting to make me realize things.

Right, I'm going to go finish a potions essay. Bye.

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Ginny Weasley

September 10^th

8:07 pm

Well, Tom, once again, was very understanding about yesterday. He's so...perfect. Wow. He IS perfect. Why does he like me? I'm so...plain. There's nothing special about me. Who, especially a guy like Tom, would want to spend time with me? Ok, this is getting me depressed. I should think about how lucky I am.

Yes. I'm extremely lucky. I have a good life, good friends, and a wonderful...boyfriend? Yes. Boyfriend. Wow.

Ugh. Why have I been so tired lately?

Maybe I'm just not back into the swing of things at school...Yes, that's it.

Well, I'm going to get to bed early, s I don't fall asleep in charms...again...

G'night!