Sex, lies and drugs. That's what high school's all about. Oh yeah, and I vaguely remember something called homework, was it? With books and things like that. Really, was it that important? It's all about the party. Your social status. How many shots you can take in before you passed out. How freakishly built and muscular you are. How many sports you can take until you realize you're failing Geometry. How much skin you can show before you go to school completely naked. Face it. You're either up there or down there.

Deception. You can be talking to a friend and they turn around to pick up their phone and you stab them right at their back. Bull shit. That's high school. Love? Ever heard of that? Nah- that stuff doesn't exist. Its crush and lust. You see something you like? You want it? You get it. That's life, right? No matter how many people you break, how many things you bend, no matter how many you ruin, your life is yours alone. Frankly, it'll be better if yours was worse than mine.

It's all about how many people you screw. It's all about popularity.

Right?

Well, welcome to Hogwarts High. Home of the Hannibals. We introduce to you our leader. Harry Potter. Football quarterback, basketball captain, 4.0 GPA, president of the environmental, chess, leadership clubs, son of the CEO of James Enterprise, virgin and dedicated Christian, and have I mentioned his devilishly charming looks?

Since he stepped foot as a freshman, everyone knew, from the vibes being sent, the shockwaves pulsing and the charisma he held, that he would be the pride of our school. And apparently, now, he is.

But I, his lovely girlfriend for two years, Ginny Weasley, disagree.

We could have done better.

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"… and there he was! He was like RIGHT THERE! And I was like OH MY GOD! And I dropped EVERYTHING! And oh, Ginny, it was so embarrassing- the whole hall was watching and he was laughing at me. But oh my god, he's SOO sweet, he picked up my books and gave it to me and gave me this look and it was just SOO incredible and…"

"No way!" I spat sarcastically. Lavender had a knack for rambling.

"YES WAY! I KNOW! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER! I thought I was going to FAINT!"

I groaned. "Pity you didn't."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, dear. Go on. So what did this Seamus do next? Whisk you away to paradise?"

Lavender sighed dramatically. "I WISH. He gave me my books and that LOOK and- did I tell you about that look? He MIGHT have been checking me out- even though I'm still not really sure. But he smiled and oh, you know how I love it when he smiles because his eyes just sparkle and his teeth are so white and so straight and…"

"And his face just glows and he looks like a godsend. I know. That's all? No steamy make out in the janitor's closet?"

"No!"

"Aw- that's too bad. So the point of this story was…"

"Ginny!"

"Sorry. You know I have ADD. I can't stand still and listen to someone ramble about something I have no particular interest in for half an hour." I grinned triumphantly and threw my lunch out.

For the past two years now, it's been like this. I was never really part of Harry's group of friends but now, I have some sort of obligation. You'd thing we were married by now.

That's the thing with Harry. Once I'm in, there's no turning back.

You think you know, Harry Potter, huh? Dear sweet Harry Potter, picking up all the books in the hallways, throwing away all the trash, smiling, modest… wait what?

This is why there's no ring on my finger (and believe me when I tell you, if there was, you'd see it.) I won't accept it. High school romance is a one time thing. Pointless. Find me a couple who were high school sweethearts. Or, at least a couple who have a healthy relationship.

So why don't I break things off?

That's just who Harry is. He won't let me go. Because He is Harry Potter and He gets everything he wants and He can't dare lose anything. I've given up now. I stopped trying to make excuses to get away once in a while. I stopped trying to tell him that we were over.

Yes, he's sweet. He always has the craziest ideas for Valentine's day or my birthday or anniversaries. Once, he declared a school wide assembly because He is Harry Potter and He can do that. And at that assembly, while we were all busy working on our chemistry lab, he announced our two year anniversary. Because He can disrupt the whole school schedule for that.

Truth is, I'm getting fed up.

I feel like a jerk and I bet you're reading this and thinking I'm a jerk too. But trust me. You just don't see it.

You don't like me. Nobody does. Even Harry doesn't like me. How can you? He just thinks I'm beautiful and I'm nice and funny and I'm The Lucky One. He doesn't know me. He doesn't know anything about me.

Take this, for example. Last week.

"Hey, love." Harry said, sitting down next to me. I was lying on the front lawn of our school, reading for the next day's English test.

"Hey."

"What'cha got there?"

"1984 by George Orwell. It's for English."

"Oh yeah? You have… Flitwick for English?"

"… no, Harry. I have Binns."

"That's right. I left that basket of roses on your desk last month on Valentine's day. Remember?"

"Perfectly. It was very sweet."

Harry smiled triumphantly. "Yes, well, you just never know what crazy idea I have next."

"No, no I don't. It's very suspenseful."

"Trust me, you'll love what I have cooked up for you next next month."

"What's next next month? The three year anniversary of the first time you saw me? Or the one month anniversary of the 'craziest Valentine's surprise of Harry Potter?'"

Harry chuckled. "You'll see."

"Oh, just look at me. I'm so excited."

Harry leaned down for the kiss when my dear lovely, lovely (that reminds me I never thanked him for this) brother ran down the stairs and caught Harry in the act.

"Oi! Get off my sister! I told you- no touching in front of me."

Ron sat down next to us and threw grass at Harry. "There's trouble in the Gym. Crabbe and Goyle messed with Neville and Seamus and Dean are going nuts."

And tada, our superhero of the day bolted up. "Gym, did you say? Come on. Ginny, love, are you coming?"

"Nah, you go ahead and save our school from destruction."

Harry nodded, not listening and sprinted back with Ron up the stairs and out of sight.

I sighed.

"Never thought he'll leave, did you, Weasley?"

And here is when I sigh once more.

"Honestly? No."

"I've been noticing, red head; you make funny faces when Potter's back's at you."

"Do I?"

Draco Malfoy came to the same spot Harry was, and lied down as well.

He's the mystery of our school. The richest, richer than Harry, probably. He's the other leader of the other group, Harry's rivals… the darker, the stranger, the twisted, the discreet leader. Causing havoc and more heartbreaks than you can imagine. This blondie can make any girl cry with three words. This grey eyed shadow could burn down the school and force the blame on our principal. I guess you can say he's a quiet genius, a criminal, but a good one.

"If you really don't like him, why don't you just break things off?"

I sighed. "He won't let me."

"Have you even tried?"

Supposedly, he is our enemy. Supposedly, I am supposed to hate him. And I do. He's vile and evil. Yet, I've never found my self more honest. Maybe it's because I've given up with him. I've given up with trying to lie to him. I've given up trying to hide up my relationship. I know that Draco Malfoy sees me in a naked light and I know that he knows every thought running through my head.

"If I told you I've been trying, I'd be lying."

"Tsk, tsk, Mrs. Potter. And I always thought you'll be the one to… what was it… 'never give up?'" Draco took a handful of grass and threw it in the air.

"Well, what can I do? We'll be going off to college anyways. We'd have to separate then."

"You'd be surprised. Keep this up and you'll be married by June."

"How do you know I'll say yes?"

"Isn't that what you did two years ago?"

"There is no such word as 'no' in the Harry Potter language." I repeated.

"I would say that you only said yes for the fame and popularity of being Harry Potter's girl."

"But you know that's not it."

"I do. But I don't know too much anymore, carrot-top."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Is it possible that you are only still with him because you're afraid that if you leave him, you'll go back to being nothing?"

"You mean I'll be going back to your side?"

"Exactly. The light side doesn't seem to suit you well, Weasley."

"Malfoy, if I ever break things off with Harry, I still won't go back to your side. I'll still be part of Harry Potter's group. I'm officially a member. I can't turn back. You just can't do that with Harry."

"Who says?"

"I say. Everyone says. Nature says. Mother Earth says. Darwin says."

"You disappointed me two years ago when you left us. I was hoping you wouldn't do it again."

"Don't hope for too much, Malfoy. People call that greedy."

"You were never a bad person, Weasley."

"Neither were you. I was born to be part of Harry's group. I never would have joined you guys in the first place freshman year if I wasn't some rebellic, pathetic teenager."

"Well, the fight should be nearly over now. It took forever trying to get Crabbe and Goyle to think that Longbottom was the one stealing their lunch money." With that, Draco got up, winked and walked away nonchalantly.

See? A mastermind.

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