The Harry Potter-verse belongs to J.K. Rowling. I am not her, nor claim to be. It sure would be nice, though...


Harry Potter had announced that he had to tell Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger something - in private. Ginny Weasley got the hint right away, and left the compartment as quickly as she could, not without throwing a hurt look at Harry.

She was now walking toward the end of the train, looking for Luna and Neville. Or an empty compartment. Whichever came first.

At the very last carriage, she found her compartment, and as she tried to put her trunk inside it, she noticed three trunks on the floor. Which didn't matter, as each compartment was big enough for six people. She sat by the window.

Sensing that she was bordering dangerously on boredom, Ginny quickly tried to think about something - anything - for when Ginny got bored, she got bored: her head hurt, her mind completely shut down.

Harry Potter.

Oh, yes. Harry. Her favorite topic. Because she had so gotten over him.

Ginny smiled malevonlently.

She had to write this down. She had to. It would be the perfect way to start up her diary - or Memoirs, as she preferred to think of it. Ever since her first year at Hogwarts, diaries freaked her out. But she really was the kind of girl who keeps one. So she convinced her dad to get her one.

Harry Potter is my favourite topic. Ever.

But no one really knows that.

In fact, I convinced Hermione that I no longer fancied him, last year. Told her that I had given up on him. And I did. For the moment.

At that point Ginny laughed. Unfortunately for her, Draco Malfoy heard her pathetic attempt at an evil laugh; he opened the compartment door, ready to make a scathing comment - and froze on the spot, the Bat Bogey Hex fresh on his mind. He sneered, throwing himself into the seat right across Ginny rather ungracefully.

She looked at him bemusedly.

Malfoy tried to look worried. "Do you think your little condition is contagious? Because I rather like having gold."

Ginny ignored him.

At that moment Crabbe and Goyle entered, holding as many sweets as humanly possible; they dumped the sweets beside Draco. Crabbe sat beside the pile of sweets; Goyle in front of it - then they both procedeed to strip the candy from their paper wraps and eat them as quickly as they could. They didn't seem to notice the Weasley girl, who looked away from them disgustedly and turned to her diary.

Just my luck. I have to share the compartment with Draco Malfoy and his useless bodyguards for the rest of the trip. Unless, of course, Harry thinks that my presence is needed in his compartment and comes and fetches me. That would be just grand. Imagine the fight that will be... er... fought over me.

Ginny looked up, smiling like an idiot, to see an unusually silent Draco Malfoy looking out the window and sucking on some lollipop.

Well, that's odd. Malfoy is... quiet.

I bet it's because he doesn't have anything to gloat about. Ha!

Ohhh, he just insulted Crabbe and Goyle - that's his bodyguards. I. Must. Not. Laugh. Laughing at a joke from Malfoy is sinking low, low, low.

Ick. He just started to talk about how he passed all his O.W.L.s but History of Magic, and that no one passes that one anyway.

Well, for his information, Percy passed all his O.W.L.s too, including History of Magic.

I don't really want to be writing on you with Malfoy & Co. around little alone me. I'll bet he'll try to snatch this from me when I least expect it...

You really need a name, you know. Hmmmm...

And Ginny closed her diary. She put it into her trunk and took out Harry's copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, for the idea of having nothing to do but look out the window and think wasn't very appealing.