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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
11:14 pm - ARRRGH!!!
All right. So maybe what I said was out of line. But I just couldn't help myself. I was provoked!Collapse )

I told Mum & Dad that the Real Reason™ Ginny was interning at the Ministry had nothing to do with Civil Service. That she only took the position to meet with her boyfriend.

Well, that certainly stopped all Mum's breakfast table chatter.

But rather than being suitably horrified, Mum almost beamed at her! She sat down next to Gin and started cooing over her like a mother hen. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? And, of course, nothing would do but to get her even more new clothes. Attractive clothes, so she could impress her beau.

I wanted to gag.

The only good thing about it was Ginny looked to be gagging, too. And she was glaring at me, her face turning a marvelous shade of purple that clashed with her hair.

Then she found her voice.

"Well, at least I have a boyfriend," she said sweetly, her eyes boring through me like one of Snape's acids. "Oh. That's right. So do you!" The bitch!Collapse )

"A ...boyfriend?" Mum said, as if she'd never heard the word before.

"Yes, Mum. I have a boyfriend. His name is Colin and he's muggle-born. If I thought you'd handle it well, I'd even invite him here for a visit. I'm not ashamed of my boyfriend like Ginny is."

"I'm not ashamed of my boyfriend, either!"

"Then tell them who it is." And with that, all attention was back on Ginny.

She glared at me, tossed her head in perfect Hermione fashion and did just that. "Draco Malfoy."

And all Hell broke loose.

I took the opportunity to stuff my pockets with scones and slip out the kitchen door. Charlie came out a moment later and offered me a lift to work. He was pretty quiet the whole way to London, but I knew what he was thinking.

So maybe I do owe Ginny an apology. But, dammit, she owes me one, too....

current mood: cranky

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Monday, August 25th, 2003
10:27 am
well..... That was educational.Collapse )

I learned that girls just don't do anything for me. Not at all.

So... when I was getting hard while Malfuck shagged my sister, it was Malfuck I was responding to. I feel a lot better about that now. I mean... I'm still squicked out that I was getting hot for Malfuck, but better that than the other option, eh?

Though it did feel good when I felt my cock and Colin's rubbing up against each other inside Susan Bones. I wonder if there's a way to duplicate that without needing a girl to be involved....

Maybe Charlie would know.

current mood: disappointed

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Thursday, August 14th, 2003
8:26 pm - I feel .........unclean.
Harry's been acting strangely lately. Almost like he did back when everyone thought he was "Slytherin's heir" and even he wasn't sure he wasn't. Kind of horrified and guilty and angry and scared all in one. I tried asking him about it, but he just shook his head and walked away.

I'm starting to wonder if we aren't as good of friends as I thought we were.

Hermione says not to bother him, he'll talk about it when he's ready. I'm not so sure, though. Harry can be pretty tight when he doesn't want to talk about something.

Anyway, I was a little put out by Hermione's pat acceptance of Harry's mood --I swear sometimes she has no understanding of anything outside the pages of her dusty old books-- so I left Gryffindor Tower to wander the halls a bit.

I was in this part of the castle I don't think I've ever seen before, when I heard this loud banging noise. I followed the sound, hoping it was Peeves making trouble. Fred & George have come up with something they call "Poltergeist Poppers" and asked me to field-test it. And the mood I was in, I could definitely have used getting one over on that Snarky rotter.

So... I found the source of the sound. It was coming from behind a mostly closed door, like one that got closed too hard & the latch doesn't quite catch. I carefully pushed the door open a smidgeon and instead of Peeves, I saw someone who could only be Draco Malfoy pounding away at some girl sprawled across a desk or a table.

He was in a rush, too, because he'd only dropped his trous as far as his knees. Even the girl was still mostly dressed from what I could see. She was still wearing her socks and shoes, her skirt flipped up over her waist, even her sweater and blouse had just been pushed up out of the way, covering her face and pinning her arms over her head. The only undressing she'd bothered to do was pulling her lacy green panties down and off to one ankle.

And the noises they were making! Grunting and snarling and screaming like animals. If she hadn't had her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist, I'd have thought he was raping her! But it was pretty obvious she was loving it, arching her back and rolling her hips into his. I couldn't imagine anyone enjoying the way he was grabbing her tits, like they were the handles he was using to get better leverage on her. That had to hurt. And all I could think of was, I was glad he'd found some Slytherin tart to abuse that way. I couldn't imagine Ginny putting up with a rutting like that.

I meant to stay around only long enough to see who he was literally banging. I know he & Gin aren't exclusive, but it doesn't hurt to see who the competition is. Mind you, I couldn't tell if I was rooting for Ginny or against her... Draco seems to make her happy, but I still can't like the idea of them as a couple.

Then I realised I was getting pretty turned on by it all. I mean, who'd have thought watching Malfuck's scrawny white arse slamming away between a pair of lightly tanned thighs would give me a hard-on? But I felt that clench I get in my gut, and then noticed I was stroking myself through the thin material of my pants pocket.

I had just unbuttoned my fly for a better grip when the show was over, though. Malfuck shifted his body down till he grabbed the edge of the table by her shoulders and slammed into her so hard the whole thing moved almost half a metre. I couldn't see anything of her but her legs, but I'd swear they cracked one of his ribs as she rose up to meet him. And the screams they let out! It's what I imagine a bhansidhe must sound like.

And then the girl spoke. And I realised I recognized the voice.

I'd been about to get off to the sight of my sister fucking!


current mood: uncomfortable

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Sunday, June 8th, 2003
4:07 am - Found it!!!
I finally found my bloody diary. I'd only looked in this same trunk a thousand times since it went missing. I just read all through it, too, to see if there had been anything in it someone might have tried to use against me, but... just that I was hot for Colin and I think everyone's pretty sure of that by now. So it didn't disappear for blackmail purposes.

It also made me realise how much has happened in the last three months.

Ginny & Draco. Harry & Colin. That thing at breakfast on Easter Sunday. Neville being discovered by girls. And then being undiscovered.

Anyway, I think I may have to go have a talk with Neville. His avoidance is really starting to hurt my sister. I know what his problem with her is, of course. Even I have trouble looking at her & not thinking of the banana --and I've known for years that she could do that. bloody hell, I taught her! And it should have occurred to me that if I translated the skill for cocksucking, she would, too.

But that's my kid sister!

She was supposed to die a virgin.

And Colin needs to learn to keep his bloody mouth shut. I don't know what Malfuckingfoy did to make Colin brag about having shagged Harry, but I do know Harry well enough to know Colin just cut off his nose to spite his face. Harry'll close that door to him for sure.

Hmmmm.... maybe it'll open to me?

Nah. Harry & I aren't that sort of friends.....

Well, maybe now Ginny'll see what kind of wanker her new beau really is. Even if he did defend her after Easter. Not to mention that jumper that really brings out her eyes. And her happiness in spite of those ...witches... she rooms with.

No. He's still a bloody wanker.

If we're lucky this whole romance thing with them will blow over over Summer Holiday.....

current mood: thoughtful

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Monday, March 3rd, 2003
10:25 pm
I'm starting to get this idea that something's going on that people aren't telling me. Everyone's acting funny. Harry's all stodgy about something, and Ginny keeps blushing whenever she sits with us at dinner.

But the worst thing is Colin... he was so distracted last night, and I keep seeing him stare at Malfoy all through dinner. I hope nothing's wrong. I mean, I know Colin had a thing with Malfoy once, but it was such a long time ago. And I know he didn't even really mean for it to have happened.

I mean, right?

Colin wouldn't cheat on me with Malfoy... Would he?

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Monday, October 21st, 2002
4:28 am
Something sort of odd is going on.

Harry and I just had our detention (remind me to curse away his ability to speak the next time I get in a duel with Malfoy, Harry!) and it was outside. In the bloody wet and freezing cold. Madame Hooch had us removing graffiti from underneath the Quidditch stands, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been - we weren't actually out in the rain the whole time. Though I think Harry was still really cold, since he kept staying really close to me and kind of brushing up against me all the time.

There was this one point where I needed to go up higher into the Ravenclaw stands to scrub off this big yucky heart with "Mandy + Marcus 4 Ever!" written in some kind of hideous purple glitter. I don't know if I'll ever get the glitter out of my fingernails. Screw you, Malfoy! But anyway, while I was up there, I kept hearing someone else scrabbling about just a few stairs up. Since it was so dark I couldn't tell who it was, but I just assumed it was Harry. But when I met up with Harry again later to go back to the castle, he said he'd been taking hex-marks off the Hufflepuff stands the entire time. So I don't know who it could have been. Whoever it was, they must have been using a waterproof charm, since me and Harry were the only ones with wet hair at dinner.

Oh well. For all I know it was just some rat, or one of those weird alligabbits Hagrid's been breeding that got loose.

I've gotta go up to the Owlery and write to see when Colin's going to meet me for another, er, photo shoot. I'm hoping he thinks that maybe it's a date but I can't be too sure, with him, and it seems lately I'm the only one who isn't getting to have any fun with him at all. I mean, how do you know if it's a date? And why do I care, anyway? I mean, it's not like I want him to be my boyfriend or anything...


current mood: confused

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Wednesday, October 9th, 2002
12:59 am
You know, in all my hurry to try and win Colin away from Harry, I missed something big.

I mean, BIG.

Harry got a blowjob before I did! He beat me at that, too!

I'm never going to be first in anything.


Oh, though I suppose I do have one first to report.

I beat Draco Malfoy in a duel.

Granted, he was still rather dazed from the attentions Colin had been paying him... But, considering it's his fault he chose to let his knickers down when he was meeting his sworn enemy for a Wizards' Duel, I think I won, fair and square.

And boy, did Malfoy look funny with purple skin and (I couldn't resist) ferrett ears.

I rule.

current mood: triumphant

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Tuesday, October 1st, 2002
4:56 am
I hate, hate, hate Draco Malfoy.

He started this entire mess.

If it hadn't been for the oh-so-charming Ferret Boy, Harry wouldn't ever have figured out he liked boys. But no. Malfoy, the evil little snake, had to go and rub his nose in places he oughtn't have and get Harry all... worked up about it.

And yes, Malfoy, I do mean little.

If it hadn't been for Harry getting so worked up lately, then maybe Colin wouldn't have stopped noticing me. Harry is, you know, rather something to look at when he's all hot and bothered.

Then maybe it would be me in the broom closet with Colin the other day.

Colin, you know, is twice as cute as Harry, even when he isn't hot and bothered. And at least twice as... gifted. No wonder everyone wants him. I'm starting to think even Malfoy might want him.

Harry really does get everything. I think I hate him too, sometimes. Looks like the only one I can count on now is Herm, and she's gotten all huffy now, and won't talk to any of us any more. Spending all her time hanging around with bloody Susan Bones, doing that bloody History of Magic project.

But here's the worst part: it was all so close! I almost had Colin, I swear it! That day in Hogsmeade when he took all those photos of me, it was like we were the only two people in the room. I could just feel his eyes burning into mine, and it was so easy to just show him exactly how much I've got to offer.

I still think about the way his hands moved over the camera that day... Softly, gently adjusting the focus, his fingers circling the edge of the telephoto lens, pressing down hard on the .... er, yes. Shutter. yes.

I wasn't even embarrassed when it turned out the whole school'd been watching me pose. I knew then I'd finally found something I was really good at, that Harry'd never be able to do even half as well.

And I think Harry knew it too... he kept watching me that whole day, and for days and days afterward. Man, and I kept having to listen to him in his bed at night and that just reminds me about how he looks all hot and bothered and no, that's not who I want to be thinking about at all!

Well, OK. I do have to admit, Harry when he's worked up is.... well. Worth getting a bit worked up yourself over.

I hate, hate, hate Draco Malfoy.

Hey, Ferret Boy!

I challenge you to a Wizard's Duel.
Tomorrow, after your special Seeker practice.
Slytherin Locker Room.

current mood: envious

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Thursday, August 22nd, 2002
11:20 pm - Curiouser and Curiouser, indeed.
I'm worried about Harry. First, he starts talking about how sexy it was when Ferret Boy rubbed his face in Harry's crotch. I mean, urgh! How more absolutely disgusting can you get?

Clearly, he's either under some spell, or the boy's simply cracked.

Then, he stops hanging out in the Gryffindor rooms in the evenings. I tried to follow him last night but I think he's been wearing his cloak. I've been hoping he's spying on Malfoy to try and learn what that slimy snake is up to, but he hasn't told me anything. Hasn't told Hermione, either - and she's mad. I guess she thinks me and Harry aren't sharing enough with her anymore. I told her I'd be happy to let her borrow my Chudley Cannons gear anytime she likes, but I haven't really got much else to share. It's not like she hasn't already read every single book in my trunk.


But boys, on the other hand... I think I'm feeling very happy about boys right now.

I think Colin might suspect something. He keeps looking at my crotch whenever we bump into each other in the stairs.

Well, I can't very well help it if I'm carrying a big wand in my pocket, can I? Of course, having him around doesn't exactly help make it any less... easy to spot.

He mentioned something this morning about a photo shoot. I've gotta remember to ask him more about it....

In fact, I think maybe I'll go sneak over to his dorm and ask him about it right now.

current mood: confused

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Sunday, August 18th, 2002
11:52 pm - Off to... study
I'm headed to my, erm... special spot to do a bit of, er.... studying.

Anyone who's interested in joining me, go right ahead. Fang won't bark if you toss him a cockroach cluster on your way in.

current mood: devious

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Sunday, August 11th, 2002
5:51 am
Why, oh why, can't I be on the Quidditch team?

If I was on the Quidditch team, then I'd need to practice.

If I had to practice, then maybe I'd practice late at night now and then. Why not? Harry does it sometimes, he says it helps him wind down after he has one of those horrid nightmares with You-Know-Who and his scar hurting and everything.

If I'd been practicing the other night, I would have been there when Colin was... well...

Colin has a nice picture of himself on his journal. I like it a lot. Maybe if I get one like it too, someone will notice me.

After all, everyone already knows I've got a big wand.

At least nobody knows about my secret wank spot, out in Hagrid's tool shed!!!

current mood: frustrated

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Saturday, July 20th, 2002
4:15 am - Feeling Rather Queasy
We ditched Hermione and went to Hogsmeade today. Me and Harry. That idiot Malfoy. I swear he wanted to go with us, but I gave him the patented Weasley Glare and he backed off. Stupid git.

I wish Colin had come along. I wonder what kind of pictures he'd take when he's drunk?

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