A/N: Hello all, I decided to write this with a slight inspiration from Mean Girls. We all know that movie. Lindsey Lohan was insanely gorgeous, before she turned random party girl/druggie. RIP Normal Lindsey. . .But, before I digress! I'd like to thank cherryredxx for beta-ing this fic for me. I don't own Harry Potter or none of JKR's characters, or none of the songs I may reference in this fic. I know none of you came to listen to me rant, so let's get on with the jump!

First Year - Eleven-Years-Old

Ginny Weasley thought Hogwarts was going to be a perfect adventure of magic, learning, and friends.

She was wrong.

"Hello, Ginny."

"Hello, Penelope!" The eleven-year-old plastered a bright smile on her face inside the Great Hall, her pallid-skin splotched over with freckles, her long brightly red-tainted hair splashed across her back in a gaudy contrast to her dark school robes, her small fingers delicately folded inside the others as she swung her feet underneath the Gryffindor table inside the Great Hall. Bright, cinnamon-tinted eyes gazed upon the tall, slender form of Penelope Clearwater and her other Prefect friends, who all sat and surrounded the young girl with matching smiling faces.

"Tonight, I'm having a sleepover with all of the coolest Gryffindor girls. Since this is your first year, this will be a great chance for you to make awesome friends. Do you think you can make it to the Prefect dorms around nine? That's not past your curfew, is it?" Penelope ignored the giggles of some of her sixth and seventh year friends, reaching her hand out to lace her fingers carefully through Ginny's hair then.

"No, of course not! I'll make it, I'll come." Ginny hadn't noticed the giggles either. She couldn't honestly believe her luck. Being invited to a Prefect's sleepover was the ultimate way of meeting friends - it didn't even happen to first years. There was a swelling feeling within Ginny's chest, a happiness that was starting to bud beautifully from within her nervous depths. I can show them that I'll be a good friend. Wouldn't that be cool? To be friends with sixth and seventh year girls? Finally, someone to talk to besides my brothers. It wasn't as though Ginny hated her brothers - not at all. After eleven years of constantly living in their shadow, however, Ginny relied on Hogwarts to give her the chance to make girlfriends she never had while living at the Burrow and pulling her from underneath their smoldering influence.

"That's wonderful, Ginny. We're going to do so much with your hair and your make up. You'll fit right in. See you tonight at nine." Penelope and her crew gathered their books so that they could head to their first class of the day.

Ginny's entire face flushed then, her head leaning down as her eyes squeezed close in excitement. Tonight was going to be her first real sleepover, and she had no idea what to do at one. She was just thinking of what pajamas to wear when she felt the familiar ruffle of larger hands in her hair and several arms made around her body. "Get off!" she whined, listening to the laughter of her brothers: the infamous Weasley boys.

"Oh, calm down little sister. We saw you talking to Percy's stalker." Fred and George, her older twin brothers, joked around by speaking identically and sitting next to her. Ron gave his approved laugh, snorting and chugging down the morning's eggs while Percy shot all four of them an evil glare.

From the distance, several people whispered and pointed towards the group of red-head boys. Ginny knew that her brothers were popular, and she felt slightly envious at how they always captured the appearance of the crowd. "I'm just going to a sleep over, that's all. Don't ruin this for me. George, give me back my toast!" The complaints from Ginny's voice caused all four boys to erupt in laughter and cooing of their little sister, a warm scene.

Nearly all eyes were focused on the five Weasley children, including a pair of silver ones.

"So, is it true that Percy has a beauty mark on his right butt-cheek?" Penelope couldn't help but ask Ginny, as all of the girls gathered around in a giggling circle after a few games. They now settled on Truth or Dare, and Ginny was the target of most of the girls' questions. Talked out of taking any dares due to being so little, thus it wouldn't have been as fun, they admitted that as long as Ginny told the truth about her brothers during the game, she would've contributed to the fun.

"No, that is not true at all!" Ginny gasped, hugging the pillow close to herself. All of the girls' giggles fell silent then, and they looked at each other with uncertainty. "It's on his left..." Ginny released a small smile in surprise as all of the girls squealed with delight then, patting her on the shoulder in approval.

"Oi, Ginny. I don't see how you can stand it, living with such hot brothers. I'd have a case of… well, let's just say I would show them a good idea on sisterly love, if I were in your shoes." One of the girls, seventh-year Amberly Cole, braided gently into Ginny's hair as she spoke. Of course, Ginny didn't understand what she meant.

"They're not hot all of the time. They're annoying and mean and they tease me a lot." Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as the others at the slumber party laughed. "No, really! You don't know the bad sides to my brothers. Percy thinks he's a know-it-all, Fred and George are always transfiguring my panties into other things. Ron fights with me all of the time. Bill's always trying to make me do chores, Charlie is always too busy for me..."

"Come on now, Ginny. Stop your whining," Penelope stated with a shake of her head. "Your brothers are all too busy to have to take care of such a whiny, little brat." When several girls chuckled at Penelope's phrase, Ginny felt her anger boil underneath the surface. "So, tell me, Ginny. Do you think I would make a good girlfriend to your brother, Percy? Do you think you can tell him that I'd be an excellent one? How you had so much fun at my sleepover? You're the only First Year to ever come, you know?"

"No!" Ginny came to a stand then, her pink pajamas no-where near as pink as the color of her cheeks.

Penelope sputtered as the other attendants of the party gasping suddenly at Ginny's actions. "N-no?"

"I said no! I'm not going to help his stalker." Before Penelope could respond viciously in return, Ginny turned to run out of the Prefect's dorm.

No one dared to speak to her on the incident since then, and Ginny found that she was becoming very lonely. Her day usually consisted of going to class, sitting in the library to read, having lunch and dinner, and being on the teasing end of her brothers. The girls of Gryffindor glared at her with disdain, and the boys mostly kept from her out of respect for her elder brothers. The only ones that seemed to really care enough to keep an eye out for her were Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

So it surprised little Ginny one day in the Great Hall when two of the Quidditch players, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, sat next to her during lunch. Halted in taking a bite out of her sandwich, Ginny's eyes brightened when she noticed two of her school heroines taking their time out to speak to her. Maybe they will let me play Quidditch with the team! Her hopes whispered through her mind, and Ginny sat up eagerly. "Hi Angelina! Hi Katie!"

"Hello there, Ginny." Angelina spoke to her with a cool expression. Katie held up a small bag next to the girl then, sliding it in front of Ginny for her to take notice. "Do you like licorice wands? Chocolate Frogs? We got them for you when we went to Hogsmeade last weekend with your brothers." Angelina explained a few of the many goodies inside the bag.

Ginny's hand reached inside tentatively, pulling out the treats with a surprised expression on her face. "I love them! Wow, thanks Angelina; thanks Katie!"

"Don't mention it, Ginny. Say, if you want more things from Hogsmeade or from us, all you have to do is ask," Katie said, her hand coming out to stroke the younger girl's hair.

"Is that so?" Ginny tried not to take note of the familiar, warning feeling that started in the pool of her stomach.

"Oh, yes. We'll do anything for you, Ginny. That's what friends are for." Angelina spoke positively, both girls smiling at Ginny as though she were the center of their world.

Ginny's heart pulled downwards as she heard the word "Friends". That was what she wanted more than anything during her lonely weeks in Hogwarts. Learning magic was fun, using her wand made her feel like she had more purpose than just being the little sister to a bunch of rowdy boys. Yet, it was the lack of companionship that made dealing with Hogwarts nearly unbearable for Ginny. She was starting to grow homesick, wanting even her Mum. At least Molly made her feel more welcomed. So the hope that danced within Ginny's eyes was quite genuine.

"What do I have to do?" she asked cautiously. She noticed the looks on Angelina and Katie's faces as they glanced towards each other.

"Oh, well…" Katie stated, a little nervously. "It seems that Fred and George kind of stood us up for our dates last weekend. We wanted to know if perhaps you could talk to them for us. To see if they're mad - Ginny, wait. Ginny! Your candy!" It was too late.

Angelina swore as the small redhead pushed up from her seat, the tears flooding her eyes as she stormed away from the girls and left behind the candy. "Great, what in the world are we supposed to do now, Katie?"

"I don't understand. What is the matter with the Gryffindor girls? We're supposed to be brave together and have adventures and be friends and do each other's nails or something!" Ginny stormed around in Hermione's dorm, wailing to the one girl she felt was truly her friend at that moment. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail from her face, the wet-stained expression twisted into one of sadness and anger all in one. Ginny glanced up towards Hermione for an answer to the question - she was the most brilliant out of her network of Harry and Ron. Yet, all she could receive was a sigh and a small shaking of the head.

"Ginny, honestly. I wish I could help you with this, but I'm in the middle of an essay, and I-"

"Just give me one minute of your time, Hermione? You're the only girl friend that I have, and I barely see you unless you're hanging around Harry and Ron!" Ginny whined, reaching over to plop on the girl's bed and bring her knees up to rest under her chin. "Let's do something together, Hermione. Just us two. As girls? I'm so alone..." The foreboding feeling crept back as Hermione's hand stroked into Ginny's hair, a reaction that Ginny finally found the proper word for when she noticed the other girls doing the same to her. Patronizing me.. .that's what it is called. She is actually patronizing me.

"Ginny." Hermione's voice was stern, tut-tuting in disapproval at the girl's behavior. "I know you're probably not accustomed to not being the center of everyone's attention now that you're no longer at home. . ."

"What?" Ginny's voice squeaked with incredulity.

Hermione continued, however. "It is just something you'll have to get used to, I'm afraid. Ron told me how it was for you when you lived at the Burrow. Your mum and dad nearly beat it into your brothers' minds that they have to watch and protect you since you were the only girl, and since you were the youngest. They spent all of their time drowning you in affection and attention, and anytime you wanted a playmate, you got one. All it is now is that you're having a hard time adjusting because you're not the center focus anymore. It's quite natural for a girl raised in your upbringing." Hermione explained, the twelve-year old sounding as pedantic as any of the professors at the school. She ignored the pure look of disbelief that crossed the girl's face, removing her fingers from Ginny's hair in order to move back towards the roll of parchment that settled on her desk. "I'm afraid I can't play nanny for you this time though, Ginny. Ron will be furious with me, but I'm awfully busy with the assignment given to us by Professor McGonagall -"

"You don't know shite!" Ginny knew how to swear, at least. That was something she learned from her older brothers and all of their drowning attention. Ginny's hands crossed over her chest as she stormed over toward the door.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're going to have a hissy fit like you did at Penelope's party, Ginny. That's not mature at all." Hermione's voice was irritatingly calm as she tutted once more. "You wonder why you have such few girl friends…"

"You're only my friend because of Ron! All of you are vultures! Ugly, manipulative vultures!" Ginny cried out in anger, rushing out of the room of her last girlfriend at Hogwarts.

Ginny Weasley believed that her years at Hogwarts were going to be filled with never-ending friendships, mass stories for the ages, and the glory years of her adolescence and her youth.

She was wrong.

A/N: If you ever were the younger, unpopular sibling to the popular kids at your school, I cry for you. Stay tuned!