A/N:::: Reviewed, a few little things changed, hope you guys enjoy because I certainly did.
A/N: so this kinda came to me in my sleep, I hope you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, yada-yada, and all that jazz, all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling, except for my plot-line, ok? So don't sue. Please don't sue... that wouldn't be nice...
Ginny Weasley felt utterly heartbroken as Harry Potter, the man of her dreams, asked another girl to the Valentine's Day Dance. in. Front. Of! HER!
She ran to her room, with the excuse of having forgotten a book, and cried herself to sleep. Ginny cried and cried.
And cried.
And cried some more.
Ok, so she may be a little bit of a drama-queen, but I mean come on. She was fifteen now. She had grown up. She'd gone up two cup sizes. She'd lost weight, she had curves now. She was top in her class. She was the best chaser the team had had, she made sure they never lost a game. She was there for him all the time. She tried so hard to be perfect. So why didn't he even notice her?
(as much as I dislike Ginny sometimes, I felt this was a common problem girls deal with and I found no better drama-queen)
She had tried everything she could think of and the boy would not budge.
1) Dressing more preppy, which didn't get his attention cause all the other girls were dressing like that now.
2) Dressing slutty, this only got her the attention of EVERY male EXCEPT for Harry, besides all the girls who dressed like tramps got treated as such...
3) Being the funny one, which failed because the damned twins showed up to school that week for a visit and out-funnied her.
4) Pranking him.
5) Jinxing him.
6) A love potion which Ron drank and then he ended up falling in love with McGonagall.
7) Flirting with him, dating other guys to make him jealous, accidentally-on-purpose bumping into him and knocking them both to the ground with him on top.
8) Sending him racy pictures of her, which he never got and she later found Neville and Seamus and Dean looking at her kinda funny for months.
9, 10, 11, and 12) Being the best chaser on the team, being the prettiest smartest funniest girl.
NOTHING worked. Oh how she wished something would work...
WHY WOULDN'T HE LIKE HER?
That was five months ago. She had given up yesterday. She had given up.
Permanently.
She was ready to move on from the Boy-with-too-many-hyphens-in-his-name.
Just one eensy weensy teeny tiny itsy bitsy little problem: no other guy was interested in her and she felt rather lonely.
In fact, she felt very lonely.
School started again, after a nice long and hot summer, and unfortunately for her, she saw everyone pairing off.
It was like some sort of virus had gone around and infected everyone except for her.
Stupid virus.
Stupid boys.
Stupid Harry-frickin-Potter with his stupid perfect girlfriend hanging all over him, draped over his arm like some dumb little *grumble grumble grumble*.
Stupid Christmas dance.
Why was she alone? Why didn't she have a date? Why did they keep having these dances just to annoy her and torture her into madness?
I mean, she wasn't bad-looking. Someone could ask her, oh how she dreamt of someone asking her, how she dreamed of some romantic form of interrogatory manner in which a boy would petition her for her answer to that fated question...
Hermione walked into the common room to find Ginny mindlessly flipping the pages of a magazine while staring out the window at the rain falling on the fields. Poor Ginny, thought Hermione, maybe she'd like to come with me...
"Ginny, you look positively bored. Come study with me in the library?" asked Hermione, hoping for a yes.
"Sure, why not, I have nothing else to do." Ginny said reluctantly.
Well that wasn't nearly the enthusiasm she expected, but then again it was the library and Ginny did seem to enjoy it less than she did...
As they walked they talked about regular girl things.
Boys, shopping, boys, school, boys, upcoming-times-of-the-month-which-need-to-die-!-!-!-!, boys, and the dance. Where there would be boys.
"Who are you going with Mione?"
"I don't have a date yet."
"Oh ... well ... are you interested in anyone yet though?"
"Uhhh ..."
"Spill it, who is the lucky man?"
"Uh ... grated malsocks."
"Excuse me?"
"...*mumble mumble mumble* draco malfoy ..."
Ginny squealed for the entire world to hear, jumping up and down, and smiling like she had slept with a clothes-hanger in her mouth.
Students passing by in the hallway stared, Hermione looked embarrassed and apologetic, as if trying to explain Ginny's madness.
"Ginny ... Ginny, shhhh, not so loud, but yes. I do like him. Hush ... stop jumping ...Ginny ... Ginny!"
"huh? ... Yes?"
"when we get tot the library, you have to be quiet ... you know that right?"
"Yes, of course I know."
"But can you handle it?"
"Me? Handle it? I can handle it. I can totally master it, overcome it, and walk all over it!"
And with that confident declaration from Ginny, both girls walked into the library to "study."