The Shrieking Shack

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Friday, December 5, 2003

Dormitory

I am literally bouncing off of the walls as I write this...I am going to Hogsmeade tomorrow, with Ron, ALONE! There is so much to do! I must:

-Wash my hair

-Blow dry it in an attempt to slightly tame it

-Borrow some makeup from Gin

-Wash my nicer robes–the ones that make me look like I actually have some sort of chest

-Give myself a mini-manicure. I’ve got ink stains all over my hands and my nails are a nightmare.

-Stop ranting on about my looks as if I were Lavender and Parvati.

So, what I will actually do:

-Make sure to shower before we leave so I do not smell like a gross disgusting pig.

There we go. Much more realistic, and sounds slightly less obsessive.

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Saturday, December 6, 2003

Breakfast

I can’t eat anything. I’m much too nervous. If I were Lavender or Parvati, I would be thinking that skipping a meal would help make me skinny and more desirable and such. But, as we established last night, I am NOTHING like them. And besides, I’m already so skinny I probably look anorexic anyways. I’m really not. I’ve just got a very fast metabolism. A blessing and a curse.

Now I’ve only got about an hour before we will leave for the village. Surprisingly enough, Ron hasn’t come down for food yet. Probably waiting until the last second. Typical male. Whereas I have been awake since six a.m. thinking about the trip.

Speaking of Ron, he’s coming into the Great Hall now! Yay!

Later, Carriage to Hogsmeade

Now I’m beginning to hyperventilate. And I think it’s scaring Ron. He’s giving me a very strange look right now as I write this. He looks uncomfortable as hell sitting in a carriage with one other person who happens to be scribbling furiously in a private journal and breathing very oddly.

Aren’t we just getting off to a great start?

Leaky Cauldron

We’ve decided to take a break for a butterbeer. The Auror person who is supposed to be chaperoning us said we had to check in occasionally or he would have to assume something terrible has happened to us.

The day has actually been going very well. And the strange looks from Ron stopped when I found I was able to talk and write in this thing at the same time. I’ve always been good at multitasking.

We’ve already been to Zonko’s, and Ron only found one thing to send to his brothers. Apparently it’s a slow holiday season...anyways, it was actually a very good idea. Dragon Kisses, they’re called. Apparently it’s a type of chocolate that has a cinnamon center that causes a small amount of flames to come out of your mouth when you eat it. Clearly something Fred and George will enjoy, pyros that they are.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Ron asked, breaking me slightly out of my thoughts of Ron covered in melted Dragon Kisses.

“Yeah?”

“What are you writing about?”

“Nothing much.” It wouldn’t do to tell him that I was copying down our conversation. A bit creepy, that.

“I don’t understand it...all girls answer ‘nothing much’ when there is obviously something. Why can’t they just say it? Or make up a lie? We blokes are not completely out of it. We’ve figured out what ‘nothing much’ means,” he ranted, looking slightly confused.

“Why Ronald, whatever do you mean?” I said in a mock innocent voice.

He just glared at me. “I give up.”

“On women? Because I probably know someone who could help ‘gay you up’...” I trailed off laughing, unable to say anything more.

“No...wait...that’s not...no...” he stammered, looking slightly alarmed.

“Sorry...I don’t actually think that...Muggle reference...” I gasped out, still having issues with the laughter. For some reason, I find that quote to be one of the funniest I’ve ever heard. But that’s not surprising, because Joss Whedon is a genius.

“Good. Because I am most definitely not giving up on girls. I’m simply giving up understanding them.”

“I could help with that a little if you want. Because as we have previously established, I am in fact a girl.” I couldn’t help but snicker at the look on his face that clearly said ‘I thought we were done with that argument...she’s not going to bring it up again, is she?’ It was really too easy. He gets so cute when he’s flustered.

“I’m just messing with your head. Lesson the First: Women do that. They play mind games. They expect you to interpret absolutely everything. For example: A women saying ‘nothing much’ actually means something along the lines of ‘I am doing something private or personal or secret that I can’t share with you, and you are supposed to know that, accept it, and pretend nothing is up just like I say.’”

Ron just stood there agape. “All that in two words?”

“Yep.”

“So...what are you writing that is private or personal or secret?” he said, his look of confusion being quickly replaced with a mischievous grin.

“I believe that I just said the man is expected to pretend nothing is up just like I say.” I answered with a mock air of aloofness.

“Awww, come on, let me see,” he begged with the puppy dog eyes (which are so CUTE).

“Nope. You shall never know what I am writing.”

“Well then, if you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to figure it out for myself,” he said loudly, grabbing for my journal. Which was slightly alarming. If he EVER read half of the things I’ve written about him, I would be forced to contact the nearest wizard of age to Obliviate him for me.

At this point, he attempted to wrench it out of my hand. Which wasn’t working very well for him, because I’m stronger then I look. Probably from carrying all those books around.

And that is where the fun part began. Playfully, mind you, he started pulling harder and we ended up falling on the floor, his chest to my back, wrestling for control of the journal. Had there been more students there, we would have gotten the strangest looks I have ever received in my life (and that is saying something). As it was, Madam Rosmerta looked as though she was about to come strangle us for disturbing her customers.

But then he finally just gave up and said, “You win.”

What am I supposed to do with that? He attempts to steal my journal and read my private thoughts, then gives up after a while and tells me that I win. What the hell does that mean? Was he just joking around with a friend? Or was it flirting? For being the smartest witch of my year, I can really be clueless sometimes.

Later, Shrieking Shack

I think we need to leave the Shrieking Shack soon...it’s much too depressing to be here...too many memories of Sirius. I’m going to have to leave before I begin to cry. That is not how I want to spend my ‘date’ with Ron.

“Hey, ‘Mione? Where are you going? What’s wrong?”

Having a female friend has softened him. He’s much too perceptive for a guy.

“It’s just sad, being here without Snuffles,” I decided to answer.

“Yeah,” he said, surprising me by walking over and giving me a small hug. Merlin, he smells good. All manly.

“So, should we go to Honeydukes?” I asked, pulling away after a few moments. I had to wipe away a few stray tears. DAMN them! I said I was not going to cry.

“That’d be good.”

I started moving away from the building.

“Hey, ‘Mione?”

“Yeah?”

“Um...I was just wondering something...isthereanyonethatyoufancy?” he mumbled.

“Excuse me, I don’t believe I could tell what you said. Could you please repeat it?” I asked, in a sort of shock if in fact the question I thought he asked was the question he had actually asked.

“Do you fancy anyone?”

It was. My heart just sort of stopped.

TO DO:

1. Find out what Ron means by asking that question...is he really just curious? Does he want the answer to be him??

2. Talk to Gin immediately upon my return and do the one Lavender-and-Parvati-ish thing I swore I would never do: gossip.

3. Figure out a way to reconcile with Harry without making things awkward as hell after all of the butterflies in my stomach that appeared when Ron asked me that.

4. Go buy another pair of those nice robes that I wore today...they must be doing something

5. Get lots and lots of chocolate at Honeydukes. My nerves shall need them, especially if it doesn’t mean what I hope it does.

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AN: The Dragon Kisses are an idea from Davesmom’s story called (surprise) Dragon Kisses. Not quite the same story line, but the basic Draco/Ginnyness of it proves ironic in that Ron found it to be a good product. Go read it. It’s really very good.

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