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Gryffindor Tower [16 Apr 2005|12:01pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

It's very early in the morning when Ginny tiptoes down from the fifth-year girls' dormitory. The common room is empty, and she settles down on the couch in front of the hearth. With a quick flick of her wand, the fire starts up again.

She just spent an awful night tossing and turning in bed, her mind full of confusing and terrible dreams. She hasn't had nightmares about Tom for awhile, but on the edge of her mind, she feels they're about to come back, as they always do when she's angry and sad. These emotions seem to feed her darker side, and most of the time she manages to push them back, but not today.

Ginny is sick to her stomach, and terribly weary. She has been avoiding Harry ever since that fateful morning, and the only way she can do it without arousing suspicions is by spending every waking hour in the Library, studying for her OWLs. Yet she can't understand a word she's reading half the time, and her magic is strained, unpredictable. She thinks about him, and the kiss they shared, and his indifference afterwards, and in the end she thinks she would rather rip her heart out than live through this.

But she can't, and she's still in love. Ginny hates feeling vulnerable. She hates the fact that she was stupid enough to hope for Harry to reciprocate her feelings after all these years.

Well, I'll never make that mistake again, she tells herself bitterly, staring at the flames.


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Great Hall [14 Feb 2005|07:39pm]
[ mood | discontent ]

*sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast and flipping through a book*

The Antipodean Opaleye... that's a beautiful illustration. I wonder if Charlie saw any of those in his dragon colony? I'll have to ask him next time I send him an owl... I wish I could convince Mum and Dad to go to Romania this summer and visit him, but with things the way they are, I doubt they'll accept.

*sighs and looks up, spotting two young Hufflepuffs enter the Hall, holding hands*

Merlin, I don't know what I was thinking sending Harry that Valentine card... I guess I got carried away from spending so much time with him. He's probably thinks I'm a silly little girl  - he didn't even thank me! I hope I finish my breakfast before I run into him, or I might die of embarassment...

*looks at Cho over at the Ravenclaw table, who's recieved yet another bouquet of flowers*

Well, how do you like that? I bet her room is so full of gifts she doesn't know where to store them.

*turns back to her book, picking at her porridge*


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Presents for Hermione, Ron and Harry [29 Dec 2004|11:26pm]
[ mood | calm ]

To Hermione, from GinCollapse )


To Ronniekins, from your loving sisterCollapse )


To Harry, from GinnyCollapse )

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Journal Entry [11 Dec 2004|11:50am]
[ mood | cranky ]

*sitting in the Common Room, in the corner opposite from Ron, Hermione and Harry, writing in her journal*

Hermione told me she landed a detention with Snape today. I can't possibly figure what she could've done to deserve that, and my guess is that Snape was being a prat, as usual. I haven't had a chance to ask her about it - or if my brother had finally asked her to the Ball - and she's speaking with Harry and Ron right now, so I don't want to interrupt them.

*nibbles the tip of her quill*

It's funny how I feel like I'm not exactly wanted whenever I try to insert myself in their group. Ron still thinks I'm just a kid, and he doesn't want me to hang out with his friends, which I can understand... But Merlin, Hermione is one of my closest friends too! It just unnerves me to no end.

As for Harry... well, we were never really friends. It's not that I don't want to be, or that we don't appreciate each other's company, but I have to admit I'm never fully comfortable around him like I am around Neville, for example. And much to my dsimay, my heart still does the slightest of pinches when he talks to me. Besides, he loses his temper so quickly... I'm not up to arguing with him tonight. He too, like Ron, must think I'm just some child trying to act grown-up. Boys can be so thick-headed sometimes. It makes me wonder how I'll ever find a suitable boyfriend... or a date to that bloody buggering Yule Ball.


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