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A/N: this is something that I came up with today and I thought that it's really funny, and I know that there are many fics that indulge with Ginny and her having a diary where she muses about Harry and all…but mine is special….
IT REALLY IS! SO YOU BETTER READ IT!
On with the story …
September 12. 10:30 PM:
That stupid prat!
How dare he laugh at me like that? This is total discrimination! Just because his in sixth year…if I knew better I would have told that prat that he could shove the big inflated head of his!
Thinking he could make fun of me? Ginevra Weasley, he made a deadly mistake!
Oh, sorry if you don't recognize me. It's me Ginny! I bought last summer but I forgot all about you once we got to Hogwarts…
Its funny how people in the common room looking at me right now. I mean after what happened in first year with Riddle's diary everyone seem to think I have diaryphobia…I don't…at least not from you…and that's only because I bought you and didn't have you from an on again off again Death Eater…
Oh well…where was I?
Let me tell you what happened today as I walked with my friend, Colin.
We were walking back to the Great Hall from Potions (dreadful subject, but necessary if you want to become a Healer like I do) when we came across a group of Ravenclaw sixth year boys…Colin thought I would panic because Michael Corner (Ex Boyfriend…and not a very great catch) and his so called "Gang" were there….
Now you see, dear Michael never got over the fact that my team in quidditch (Go Gryffindor!) beaded his house team not only that but he was pissed that I caught the snitch….after that it was impossible to be with him, so of course I dumped him and he went to console poor Cho Chang…poor my arse!
Surprisingly that git still hold grudge at me, he shoed it today as Colin and I came across them:
Michael: look who's here, Ginny Weasley!
Me: hello Michael. Nice seeing you again.
Translation: hey stupid!
Michael: I heard that you were kicked of you team.
Me, arching an eyebrow: really? Why would that ever happen seeing that I beat the crap out of yours last year?
Translation: do you really need one for this?!
Michael, paler then ever but then an evil smile covers his face (not a good sign!): I heard you're brother saying to Potter that you're too clumsy to play this year…
Me: Ron would never say something like that.
Michael: oh right, silly little me…he said that your too nerdy to be on the team and that no one wants to cheer a team of geeks.
Me: HE SAID WHAT?!
Michael: that's what he said.
I sprinted to the Gryffindor table and where my own brother was, eating (he called that, I called it food molesting) when he gawked at me with his idiotic expression.
Me: is it true what you said to Harry, about me being too nerdy to play quidditch?
Ronald the Prat: ::gulping:: I-I-I'm sorry?
Me: YOU SAID IT? YOU CALLED ME A GEEK BEHIND MY BACK INFRONT OF HARRY?
Ron: I told him that because I didn't want you to be hurt while playing.
Me: that's so sweet. I feel so much better now.
Ron: you do?
Me: NO YOU GIT! YOU KNOW I LOVE QUIDDITCH AND YOU KNOW I'M GOOD AT THIS! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE MY BROTHER AND SUPPORT ME NOT HOLDING BACK AND CALLING ME NAMES!
He was so scared by this so I knew that storming out would make him feel like it was mum yelling at him (it runs in the female Weasley blood, you should hear grandma).
Now, my storming with great awe from Ron could have been remembered by the fact that he was paralyzed but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
It happened to be that me shoelace was open and I stepped on it, next thing I know I'm collapsing over a book reading first year that her book flew out of her hand smacked into a second year at the Hufflepuff table and a jug full of pumpkin juice raised to the air directly on my head as I fell backward and landed on the bawl of the mashed potato.
The worst of all was that Ron had the nerve to yell out loud as he choked from laughter and pointed at me.
YES, HE POINTED AT ME!
Pointed at me and said: SEE, YOU ARE A GEEK!
I would really enjoy keeping on writing right now, but Colin says I smell like potato's filled with pumpkin juice. No duh!
See you soon.
I really don't care that he called me a geek behind my back, because I call him names any chance I've got. It's the fact that he called me geek in front of Harry, and that's a low blow.
Not because I have some sort of feeling for him, because I don't (denial, denial, denial. Who wrote that?!) It's only because that Harry is my best friend (I wish he was my boyfriend- Again, who wrote that!?) and Ron knows it.
I guess I'll just have to use the good old way A.K.A the Weasley way…
Watch yourself IcklBillius…Ginny has a surprise for you!
MOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA (I like my evil diary laugh!) MOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Have fun while resting inside my trunk, dear diary of mine.
Ginny "red cannon" Weasley
A/N: I promise it will get better! Expect revenge next chapter.