Disclaimer: so guess what I've been doing lately? That right! I'm now the new owners of HP! ALL HAIL ME! Oh poo! JKR would never sale…
A/N: alas Mon readers…this is the last chapter…I can feel the cookies being thrown at…but do not worry! I have a new story Ginny of Hogwarts (and yes this is a commercial) and I have a feeling that there will be a sequel…but now all you have to do is sit back and enjoy this little pearl of mine…
Bride's Room, March 1st, 11:50 AM
Ahoy Dear Diary, (funny, if I'll write this in initials it will be: A.D.D…hihihihi)
Sometimes I surprise even myself with my superb abilities. In less then 20 minutes I was fully dressed and my hair was done (that one was really hard leaving my hair just as it is and just doing a glamour spell-normally I don't use those because I have natural beauty) and my make up, all we have left to do is get Hermione married to my ape brother and it will be all over…
While I'm writing this small note, cherished diary, I have Hermione screams as background music…here I'll let you have it first hand (switching to Quick Quote mode):
Hermione: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M GETTING MARRIED!
Me: come on herms, relax!
Hermione: Ginny, I'm getting married to Ron! What should I do?
Me: run as fast you can?
Mum: Ginevra! Be gentle with her it's her wedding day, you know how stressful it is.
Me: I was drunk at my wedding.
Hermione: I wish I had something to drink right now.
Me (pulling out a small silver bottle from my garter): here.
Hermione: Ginny, you're my knight in shining armor.
Mum: where did you get this?
Me: Fred and George gave this, as wedding present; it's charmed to refill itself when the fire whisky is gone.
Hermione (gulping the entire bottle): lovely.
Me (singing awfully of key): here comes the bride all dressed in white, she looks like a hippogriff that's ready to fight!
Mum: Hermione dearest, how about giving me the bottle and you go to freshen up with some cold water and we'll head for the aisle?
Hermione (looking rather relieved): okay.
Mum and Hermione just walked out, and Audrey in outside shacking to see if Billius is still there, wouldn't it be funny if they just eloped?
How un-Hermione it would be? Of course Hermione would prefer to commit suicide than eloping.
Audrey: The music is playing where is Hermione?
Hermione (running out of the bathroom with mum fallowing her): I'M HERE! LET'S GO!
See you soon, diary, I'm off (my rocker) to the wedding from hell.
Love,
Ginny Baer.
Sitting by the "Royal" Table, March 1st, 13:18 PM.
Dodgy Diary,
I hate weddings! I really, most sincerely hate this white and flowery thing!
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not happy for Hermione and Billius, it's the process fallowing the ceremony that I hate, in other the words: The Reception.
If I see any other aunt, uncle, cousin(s), Harry, grandpa, Mum, Hermione, approaching me and asking me why am I not dancing/talking with other people/came as their date (Harry and Uncle Eddie-"Come on, old sport, have a great time with Uncle Eddie", he winked at me. ew! Can you say INCEST? I just smiled and walked over to the bar as I saw him hitting on Angie and Fred nearly hexed him, evil laugh in the name of Fred: MOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)/ Sitting all by myself and making faces when the cameraman comes to take our picture.
I think I'll go and talk with Steve.
Who is Steve do you ask my dear old diary that I love almost as I love myself (and that because I'm such a breath taker-and a home wrecker as one Ms. Alexa Junks said a while ago)? I'll tell who Steve is.
Steve is the kind and very cute bartender, we met before the ceremony and I kindly informed him that we'll become very good acquaintances during the next few hours.
Hold that thought! I think I just heard my name in the sentence:
There has been a special request therefore the next song is dedicated to Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Oh Fudge!
Ginny.
P.S
Did I just say Fudge?
I have been with Hermione and my Mum too much…
Ginny.
Bedroom, March 2nd, 11:15 AM
Diary,
I LOVE MY LIFE!
I can't even explain how much I love my life.
Let's do it the GINNY WAY!
MUSIC!
LIGHTS!
(FLASHBACK THINGY)!
Song's playing in the background, very sappy song that I would never let myself listen to unless I was under very, extremely violent torture.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
Someone behind me: dance with me?
Me (turning around with a very irritated expression on my face): you.
Harry: indeed I am.
Me: why?
Harry: dance first, answers later.
Me: answers now, dance I don't think so.
Harry (garbing my hand making me dance with him): let's get even. Dancing and answering.
Me: fine, I guess.
All I want for Christmas
Is you...
Harry: how are you, Ginny?
Me: good, how are you?
Harry: I'm okay, but I have a very big problem.
Me: another dark and evil wizard trying to take over the world?
Harry: bigger.
Me: they announced that the open bar is now closed?
Harry: bigger.
Me: Snape is a drag queen and putting on a show called: "Hubble-Bubble, Boys Are Nothing but Trouble?"
Harry (chuckles): bigger.
Me: what can be bigger then Snape in a dress?
Harry: my wife avoiding me.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...
You baby
Me: I'm not avoiding you.
Harry: you're not even looking at me, Ginny. (He placed his finger under mi chin so I can look him in the eye.) I miss you.
Me: don't say it, Harry.
Harry: come on Ginny, that's not fair!
Me: fair! You, Harry Potter, have no right telling me what's fair and what's not. Not after what you did to me almost four years ago.
Harry: Ginny-
Me: don't Ginny me, Harry; I was in such pain, still am.
Harry: and you think I wasn't?
Me: honestly Harry? Yes I do.
Harry: I never meant what I said.
Me: so you were lying when you said that you never loved and never will?
Harry: yes.
Me: why?
Harry: I was trying to protect you.
Me: WHAT?
Harry: Ginny, the war was at full speed at the time and you being with me was dangerous, I didn't want you to get hurt.
Me (making a fake tear choking sound): wow, I feel so much better right now.
Harry (hopeful-how naïve): really Ginny?
Me: NO! You idiot!
Harry: what?
Me: I said no, you bastard.
Harry: be reasonable, Ginny, come on!
Me: you're asking me to be reasonable? You bloody moron Harry! Don't you get it?
Harry: GET WHAT! GOD DAMNIT!
Me: you broke my heart!
Inside not: damnit! I had tears in my eyes! Thank you for you attention, dear diary.
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...
Harry (wrapping his arms around me): I was so stupid, Ginny; I thought I was doing it for the best, but then I saw that look in you're eyes every time I was with Alexa and I knew, Ginny, I knew that I lost you and in the final battle I saw how powerful you are, I realized what a huge mistake have I done.
Me: Harry-
Harry: no, let me finish. Remember the dinner we had at the Burrow when you blew up at Alexa? I returned to the Burrow sometime later and overheard that conversation you had with your mother, and after that I thought that maybe this is my second chance, so I began to send you all those letters that I've written to you since I figured how much I'm in love with, I wrote one for each day, even after we stopped talking, I even wrote them when I was on a mission, that what kept me going, hoping that one day I'll get to tell you me feelings instead of writing them, because I knew that you loved me back-
Me: you knew? How did you know?
Harry: promise not to yell?
Me: well?
Harry: I read you're diary.
Me: YOU DID WHAT!
Harry: you left it one night open in the common room, and flipped through it and reached for a page (he placed his free hand in his pocket and took out a wrinkled piece of paper.) this page:
September 14 01:17 AM:
Dear diary!
I LOVE HARRY JAMES POTTER!
I LOVE THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED-TO-TAKE–BLOODY-LUNA-LOVEGOOD-ON-A-BLOODY-FRIKKIN'-NUTTY-LOONY-DATE!
I fancy his pants off! I want to play tonsil hockey with! I want to marry him, divorce him and then marry him again just to show the world how much I love this stupid, idiotic, daftest boy I ever fell in love with…
Is that good enough for you?
He told me that he asked her out on his way back from dinner…I nodded in silence and faked a smile as he got up to brake the news to Ron and Hermione.
He said that I'm his best mate (mate! You DOLT! I'm your soulmate not you mate!) And he wanted me to know first, how sweet…maybe you should also spit on me, Harry, just to rub it more in my face.
I have to go to sleep….perhaps if I'm lucky I'll wake up tomorrow and find that it was all a bad dream
Adieu Mon diary, I shall fall asleep in my bitter sea of sorrow.
Love Ginny (formally known as Red Cannon Weasley and now known as the Blue Cannon)
Harry: I kept it as evidence, you see?
Me: I can't believe you. That was privet!
Harry: small details, love.
Me (gasping-wait! Did he really make me gasp?): love?
Harry (leaning forward to kiss me): love.
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me
Inside note: if you didn't get, sweet diary, this is the part where Harry kissed me.
Me (braking off the kiss): just answer me this, were you drunk when you suggested us getting married?
Harry: well, I was drunk but I clearly remember that it was you that came up with the idea of getting married.
Me: rubbish! I would have never come up with that.
Harry: we were laughing about people with beards and when I said "wouldn't it be funny to eat a huge bawl of grapes" but you said-
Me: "wouldn't it be funnier if we get married?" sweet Merlin that's my entire fault!
Harry: it's actually Dumbledore's fault, he shouldn't have married us seeing how drunk we were, but he married us anyway.
Me: crazy old man.
Harry: he did us a favor.
Me: yes, dear.
Harry: dear? Does that mean-
Me: shut up, and enjoy the idiotic song you picked to dedicate me.
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You
All I want for Christmas is you baby…
(End of Flashback Thingy)
As I said before the Flashback Thingy,
I love my life!
Holly Molly!
Where my knickers?
Love,
Red Cannon Potter!
A/N: a tear is being whipped right now from mine and Gloria's eyes…I sure am going to miss this fic, but after I'll finish Ginny of Hogwarts, there will be a sequel! Yay!
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