I'm sharing my room with two other girls. It's really, really strange, as I've never shared my room with anyone but Hermione before, and that was only for a few weeks. Though I do love having Daphne and Pansy around, don't get me wrong. It is a bit cramped in here, though, so I'm thinking about asking if one of them would like to room with Draco in ( Read more... )

The Burrow is full to the brim again with all sorts of people, and it's finally starting to feel like home. I invite anyone to come over for the day to visit, and maybe play a bit of Quidditch. My brothers, Draco, and I are all quite good, so if we had another player we could have three-on-threes.

Yesterday I went down to the village to explore, ( Read more... )

I frankly do not know what to do with myself.

I've never really been alone before, not with six brothers usually filling up the house. No one but Ron is ever in the house now. This probably would not have bothered me last summer, when we were sort of friends, but we've grown apart in the past few months. I think it started with his stupid aversion ( Read more... )

Fuck. Why is there always something in my life that I don't want to bloody talk about?

Please no one ask me if I'm doing alright, or I shall have to hex you into a small, gooey puddle. Understand?

Also, Pans? I AM SO INFURIATED WITH YOU THAT I CAN BARELY TYPE STRAIGHT. ALSO YOU, HARRY POTTER, "THE BOY WHO FUCKED UP."

Although, Draco, I've nearly ( Read more... )

It had been at least an hour since someone had began to blare muggle rock over the wireless, and Ginny had been dancing the entire time. She, Pansy and Daphne gave one wild spin, and after that, Ginny knew that she was defintately finished dancing.

"Need. Liquour. Now," she shouted over the music to Pansy, who answered by making a hand motion ( Read more... )

Party in Gryffindor Tower tomorrow? Well I'm ready for it. I've been saving my gold for ages, and I finally blew it all this afternoon. I snuck off to Hogesmeade for a little nessecity shopping, and came across a large deal of Russian firewhiskey being sold at very low prices. Turns out the stuff is illegal to sell and import... but not to buy, for ( Read more... )

Ginny never thought she'd find herself in the Slytherin girl's dorm, celebrating Draco Malfoy's eighteenth birthday. But she was glad that she did find herself there, drinking large amounts of liquour with her new friends, shooting off her brothers' newest rockets, and waiting anxiously for the right moment to give Draco his birthday present.

"This ( Read more... )

Harry, if you're reading this, I'd like to talk to you.

I've had it out with Draco, and that wasn't really so hard. I don't know why it seems so hard to talk to you now, when you've always been the first one I turned to before. You've made my life a confusing mess. Also, I don't like being referred to as "The Ex-Girlfriend or Harry Potter, the Boy ( Read more... )

When Ginny stepped outside the Great Hall, Draco was already waiting for her. He awkwardly patted a spot next to him on the stair he was sitting on, and Ginny reluctantly sat down.

"I..." he started uncertainly, "I fucked up."

"Too right you did," Ginny snapped. She sat with her face forward, not looking at him. "I feel like I've fucked up too, ( Read more... )

The Room of Requirements surrounded her in cold, vast emptiness. The floor was a rough grey stone, the ceiling a cloudy sky, and the rest of the room was nothingness. It looked, in all honesty, very much like her insides felt.

She had been laying on her back on the floor for what seemed like days; not crying, exactly, but periodically shaking ( Read more... )