Summary: What if Hogwarts wasn't a school of witchcraft and wizardry, but just an average private high school? GW/HrG
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My name is Ginevra Weasley. My friends…uh, well my only/best friend, Luna Lovegood, calls me Ginny. I'm the youngest of seven red headed kids. I'm also the only girl. The three oldest are Charlie, Bill and Percy who have already graduated from high school and are off attending some ivy league university. Next are the twins, Fred and George, who are seniors this year but who knows if they'll even graduate. They're always ditching school to do god knows what. Then there's Ron who as a sophomore is quarterback for the varsity football team and because of it he is dad's favorite … talk about living vicariously through your children. Ron (a.k.a. "the pompous ass") and I, if you couldn't tell, just don't get along.
And me… well, I'm a freshman at Hogwarts High School. It's your average college prep school full of your typical cliques. The only problem is I just don't fit into any of them. I'm definitely not popular, but I'm no band geek either… I guess I'd be a loner, if it weren't for Luna. Funny the whole school calls her Loony, when she's the only thing keeping me from going completely mental. Of course if I'm being completely honest, it's not exactly my family, school, or even the pressure to find where I fit in that is driving me insane…no, its just her.
Hermione Granger, the name alone makes me weak in the knees and absolutely sick to my stomach. She used to be my best friend, just another outsider like Luna and me. The three of us were inseparable. We were until the end of seventh grade when the principal finally (I say that because I always knew she was much more advanced than the rest of out class) decided that Hermione was ready to move on to high school without having to complete her eighth grade year. That was when we stopped hanging out.
From what I heard and always assumed, she spent that summer catching up on what she'd miss out on learning in eighth grade because she's that damn dedicated to her education. I never saw her once, until Christmas break of her freshman year when it was apparent, to my dismay, that she had become friends with Ron and Harry Potter (Ron's best friend since birth). When I saw her again I thought I was going to pass out. In the 6 months since I'd last seen her, she had gone through a drastic change. She had grown at least three inches. She was lean, tanned, toned and developed.
It was then that I started to notice a change within myself. These feelings I couldn't control would arise every time I saw her. Whenever she was in the room it was like a fire had consumed me. My knees seemed like they couldn't bare my weight any longer and I felt like I was about to throw up with the violent flips my stomach was doing. Then there was my heart. The vicious pounding on my chest, it was almost like my heart was about to explode within it.
That's when it hit me. What I was feeling was the same thing that Luna had described she felt whenever she saw Harry. That is not supposed to happen, at least not over another girl, right? Still it did happen. I had never had those feelings for any boy ever and in my heart I think I always knew that I never would.