A/N: This is a short story based on the song from Wicked the Musical, I'm Not That Girl

Declaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Wicked (if I did I'd be rich. Ha, ha)

I'm Not That Girl

Hands touch, eyes meet, sudden silence, sudden heat, hearts leap in a giddy whirl, he could be that boy, but I'm not that girl.

Harry Potter is the perfect heartthrob that I am in love with, he is so kind, and gentle, and not mine, he belongs to another. He could be my boyfriend, but I'll never be his girl, I am simply invisible to him.

Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are, don't remember that rush of joy, he could be that boy, I'm not that girl.

My friends are saying I shouldn't get my hopes up about this fantasy I have, and that I should be myself, but myself is what is driving him away. I am a nerd, book worm…geek, if I don't put a mask on around him, he'll see a nobody, a perfect nerd. In my dreams he is my guy, but when reality is upon me, I'm not that girl.

Every so often we long to steal to land of what might have been, but that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in.

I always dose into the world where Harry and I are together, but I soon get interrupted by the realization that the land I daydream about is indeed a dream. I turn to Harry to see him sweet-talking to Ginny and wish it was me in her place.

Blithe smile, lithe limb, she whose winsome she wins him, gold hair with a gentle curl, that's the girl he chose, and heaven knows I'm not that girl.

Ginny, with that carefree smile take the trophy, Harry, while I win the consolation prize, a pat on the back by Lavender. Ginny has that beautiful hair, with those soft curls that blinds Harry into a complete star struck phase, while me on the other hand, is the ugly duckling that never turned into a swan. Harry chose looks over mind, and the angels above know there is no trace of beauty in me.

Don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart, I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl, there's a girl I know, he loves her so, I'm not that girl.

I tell myself to get over him, but the more I try the more I want him, so I'm bringing more pain to my heart and I scar it each time I think of Harry. If our world was a fairytale, I would be the maid that never married, while Ginny was the lovely queen married to Harry that I had to work for. Ginny was born to be in Harry's arms and he loves her with all his heart, while I am the little nobody that stares longingly at them wishing I was the one he looked at in such awe, but I was cursed with intelligence, and lacking beauty. Harry is out of my league and probably will be forever…forever is a long time to be in pain and misery, but I have lasted sixteen years, so I don't think the rest of my life will kill me, well maybe a little.

So what do you think? I personally think it is dumb, but I will leave it up to you to decide. Please review, and please no bashing or very harsh comments, but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated :)