I don't own the realm of Harry Potter.
Silver and green to red and gold was a diverse thing. Maybe I wasn't worthy of him. Maybe I was and he wasn't worthy of me. It was these opinions that might have kept us apart. Not that I needed him.
It was to be stuck in the shadow of the other six that created the need to shine and sparkle. Maybe I had chosen the wrong side. I had chosen the winning side.
Finally people were jealous of the Weasley's . The glittery shiny friends to Harry Potter, who never had anything wrong with them, known as the good guys. Maybe I had something wrong with me, going off with a Slytherin. But then again you know what they say; all that glitters is not what it seems. And Ginevra Weasley is most definitely not what she seems.