a/n: this is my first try at a feminine harry so promise me that if it sucks you'll tell me so i won't die of embarrassment. And this kind of a starter story so thank you.

"Today, I'm graduating to higher things
Today, I'm finding new meanings
Today, feuds are put at a standstill
Today, I'll miss you still

Tomorrow, we go our separate ways
Tomorrow, I go here and you go there
Tomorrow, summer starts
Along with new beginnings
Friendships, best-friendships all happening tomorrow

Yesterday, we sat, talked
But yesterday, it was together
Over time me and you,
You and me, over time " Hermione finished her poem with a little bow. huh she really has a knack for poetry, Ron thought

"thank you miss Granger " professor McGonagall said to the bushy haired Griffiondor,"please take a seat"

as Hermione walked through the isle Draco Malfoy tripped her and she fell. Ron jumped out of his seat slightly wanting to smack the git right across his bloody face for tripping her. Professor McGonagall saw this and thought that unusually, Ron was trying to answer the question.

"yes ?" She asked pleasantly. the ginger haired griffiondor blushed and mumbled a quick apology and sat all the way down.

"Fred", George sighed while sitting in his bed" I just don't know what to do" the ginger haired Weasley whined, his face in his pillow now, looking as if he was going to smother himself.

"what do you mean?" His twin brother replied. Being the only duplicates in their rather large family they usually had a great understanding of each other.

"didn't you know?" He grinned slyly. george loved when his brother was clueless. His grinned slowly faded as he realised that the way he said it was not how he intended it to be said.

Now it was Fred's turn to sigh."I swear if you sing that bloody song I might have five siblings instead of six!" for a couple of weeks now George kept singing this bloody annoying song that from the muggle world and it was made in America at that. George could really be a prat sometimes.

"No not that you git!," he yelled while throwing a pillow at Fred. George sat looking for the right way to say that he liked one of his friends when their bestfreind Lee came in looking pretty ticked off. He also looked pretty soaked, his skin sticking to his robes.

"did someone pour water on ikle Leekykins?" George and Fred said in unison, stifling the need to burst out laughing, earning them a vey dark glare from the blackhaired Griffiondor.

"Unfortunately for her, she did" lee said with a ridiculous posh accent. "Now the fun part, pranking!" Two hours later they had a really overly thought out prank for the poor Hufflepuff second year girl who tripped with a pitcher of water in the Great Hall. She was probably only two or three years younger than Ron, Hermione and Harper which were in their fourth year, a year under the pranksters of the decade, Fred and George Weasley and their best mate Lee Jordan.

For a moment George forgot all about his inner conflict and relaxed, something that came kind of forced around the time of the OWLs.

"Hey Ron, Hermione!" Harper potter the girl-who-lived said gleefully."have you seen the evils today?" That was her nick-name for the twin pranksters in fifth year. She loved their pranks as long as the gits kept them away from her and Hermione. Ron on the other hand was, of course, fair gain. The boy was their only younger brother in the rather large Weasley family.

"Ummm... I think they went to the quidditch arena thingy?" The bushy haired fourth year said to Harper. She did not know very much about quidditch, or a rather more interesting subject boys. Harper actually knew a lot about the quidditch that Hermione did not but, as for the, um... Boys, she too, knew nothing about but, she just always kind of, clicked with George.

Yes she did have a couple of boyfriends while she was fourteen going on fifthteen but, That's why she was asking about him, because she finally braved up to tell him that she liked him. Of course she couldn't find him when she finally admitted to herself that she was in love with George Fiabaien Weasley. All she could do was hope that he didn't react the same way she did when Dean Thomas said he was pregnant, he was kidding of course but still, that was to much for her to handle in one month.

Dean was her boyfriend until just recently when, he dumped her for Ginny. She really had no problem with them going out but, she couldn't help feeling left out, like they were sharing a secret she wasn't allowed to know about. She really hoped they didn't do any funny business like Dean dragged her into, snogging in empty classrooms, sneaking into the room they discovered called the room of requirement and,...well that's a bit personal but, if your wondering no, they never had shagged or anything like that but let's just say he does know that she has a birth mark on her right buttock shaped like a four leaf clover.

Now that she thought about it Dean made her cave in to a bunch of things. None of them could have hurt anyone but themselves. They had fun together but, she always has the most fun with the twins that are pranksters just like her. Maybe more so but hey, her father and godfather and their friend and follower (pettigrew) were pranksters too. It's basically in her blood. Harper loves it, they love it, everyone's happy.

Harper finally found George sitting in a tree not very far away from the whomping willow. But, what she found him doing totally broke her heart. She ran away from there as quick as possible, trying her her best not to cry. She failed miserably and just ended up crying harder, by time she got to the common room she was basically hyperventilating, slob,snot and tears mixed on her face and clothes.

Harper didn't stop crying for three days. She was a hot mess by time classes came around on Monday morning. If it weren't for Hermione's constant lecturing about how she needed to get an education so she could support herself in the future, she wouldn't have gotten out of bed at all. She was a former shell of her brave, beautiful, stubborn, and (when she needed to be) annoying self. Every thing was a grey blur. And an effing mess.

"Harper. Stop sulking and tell me and Mione what's wrong." Ron pleaded. He was trying to figure it out but, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean.

"Ron it's 'Mione and I' and if she doesn't want to tell us then she doesn't have to!" Hermione corrected, or if you ask anyone in griffondor tower, nagged to him. Maybe they didn't see it, or they did and didn't care but, they were becoming quite the little couple. Always snuggled up in the library or the common room, leaving Harper out of things when it really isn't necessary, they are always together, it's really annoying. Plus the most annoying part yet, they now started to finish each others sentences.

"Okay!" Harper huffed. "I'll tell you after classes." She was at a loss for words when the time came to tell the freaking gits.

A/n: so...(awkward silence) "Anyone Home!?" Please tell me what you think!