A/N: Lol, okay. Humor fic time. I'm breaking away from this bloody angst train I've been riding. This is based off of Mean Girls, so I don't own that, OR Harry Potter. Obviously, this is going to be slightly AU & a little OOC. I don't know if anyone's done this (they probably have) but I feel clever about it. When I was writing this first chap, I just pretended that Ginny wasn't eleven years old. Let's just say all the characters are 15 or 16. Cool? Cool. Multi-chap fic time! Leave a review, please! :)

Mean Gryffindors

"There's your trunk, and here, have some money for the train."

Arthur Weasley stood in front of his only daughter, placing a handful of Sickles onto the palm of her hand.

"You can ask one of your brothers where the food trolley is." said Molly. She placed a warm hand on Ginny's shoulder.

"Okay, ready?"

"It's alright, Mum. I'm not five."

Ginny looked around nervously as her mother began tearing up. She couldn't have any of the older kids thinking she was a baby! Not now!

"It's fine, Mum. Really!"

"Be careful." said Arthur, as Ginny began up the small set of stairs to the train. "We'll miss you!"

She boarded, and the Hogwarts Express was a completely different world. Students filled the corridors, greeting old friends. Fred and George stood at the end of the aisle, chatting with a boy that looked around their age.

"Hey, guys!" she called, though they merely gave her a single glance before looking at each other and walking off. Ginny sighed. Of course, her brothers would have their friends. She would just have to make her own!

She wandered down the corridor, looking for a place to sit. All the compartments seemed to be full, so she thought that maybe she should ask someone where she could sit. A rather stout boy came out of a compartment.

"Hi, I'm a new student here – Ginny Weasley. Are there any other compartments where I could sit? I can't seem to find one and –"

"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass."

He lumbered past her, leaving her dumbfounded. A little pang of nervousness shot through her – was this what all the students were like here? She scampered down the corridor, finally discovering an empty compartment. She pulled the door open, getting ready to relax – that is, until she felt a hand pull her back from the shoulder.

"I don't think you want to sit in there," said a voice; it sounded like a girl. "I heard Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy sit in there."

Quickly enough, two rather pretentious looking teens pushed past her, though not paying attention – they seemed to be wrapped up around each other like two licentious eels. Ginny looked up, trying to see who had just saved her. It was a girl, only slightly taller than she was, very pale, blonde, and with large silver eyes, quite unfocused.

"Er – um – thanks," said Ginny, "Is it your first day here too?"

"Yes, but I've heard my fair share of gossip," she said, her voice serene, "Personally, it all seems quite true to me. My name is Luna, by the way, but you probably wanted to introduce yourself first."

Ginny was slightly taken aback, smiling nervously.

"I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley."

Luna smiled and helped her along to a compartment, where a boy sat.

"This is Neville," said Luna, "He's almost too awkward to function."

"I'm Ginny." she said. Luna had been right; this Neville character was extremely introverted, mainly playing with his toad in a rather sheepish manner. Time flew by quickly (to Ginny's contentment) and they arrived at Hogwarts soon enough.

The castle was huge. Professor McGonagall led them into the Great Hall where all the students were sitting. The Headmaster, Dumbledore, was making a speech. Ginny didn't listen too much, even though she knew people were being sorted. Suddenly, it was her name that was called!

"Weasley, Ginny!"

She gulped, and walked over to the stool. Sitting down rather awkwardly, Professor McGonagall placed an old, dusty hat on her head.

"Another Weasley? Hmm, right then, right then… better be Gryffindor!" the hat shouted. What looked to be the Gryffindor table cheered loudly as she went to find her seat. Luna had been sorted into Ravenclaw, and Neville into Gryffindor as well.

Her first day was a massive blur – it seemed everything had gone wrong. The contents of her cauldron had exploded everywhere during her first Potions lesson, and in Charms, she had accidently turned her hair into a gaudy sort of blonde. The only good thing that had actually happened was meeting Luna and Neville.

"How's your first day been?" asked Luna during Transfiguration.

"It's alright, you?"

"Quite lovely, thanks."

Luna turned her piece of paper into the required sheet of metal with the flick of her wand. Ginny looked on miserably; she had not been able to Transfigure it completely yet. She had only managed to turn it silver. How did everyone become so good with magic when it was only the first day?

"Erm – Luna, Neville? Do you know where the Gryffindor common room is?" asked Ginny as they left the classroom.

"I've learned about it from my great aunt…" said Neville. "It's on the fourth floor, I think."

"We'll take you," said Luna, grabbing onto Ginny's arm. "Excuse me, we've got some new meat coming through."

They moved through the hallways, and onto one of those odd moving staircases. Ginny held out her timetable, which she and Neville both stared at.

"You're taking Arithmancy?"

"Yeah!"

"Er – why?"

"Well, 'cause it's the same everywhere."

"That's beautiful." said Luna, before letting Neville step in front of her and whisper the password to the common room.

They sat inside on one of the comfortable couches, in front of the fire. Luna wasn't supposed to be in there, but she wanted to know why Ginny hadn't learned any magic until now.

"Oh, well, my parents wanted me to learn just enough so that I wouldn't be a know-it-all and so I could meet new people at the same level as myself…" said Ginny, trying to word it in such a way that it would make sense. "You know, like, get socialized."

"Oh, you'll get socialized," said Luna, "Little slice like yourself."

"What? Slice?" asked Ginny, confused.

"Well, I'll assume by school standards, you're attractive."

"What?" she asked again, still confused. Attractive?

"I'd say that you've got to own it." said Luna.