Chapter One

I can't believe I cried over him. I thought to myself. What was so special about him? He may have been the famous Harry Potter, but he is not the romantic type. I went over to the nightstand in my room and started brushing my long red hair.
He wasn't even a good kisser. I smirked at the thought of my ex boyfriend, the famous Harry Potter. Dating him will be a nice little story to tell at
parties in a few years.
"GIN!" Shout my older brother, Ron, from the hallway outside my room.
"Yeah, Ron?"
"Mum says you have to turn out the light, we have to wake up early so we
don't miss the train for school tomorrow." Ron nagged.
"G'night, Ronald."
"G'night, sis…and don't call me Ronald. You're not allowed to turn into Fred or George"
I sighed. At least Harry won't be at Hogwarts so that won't be awkward. I
blew out the candles in my room and climbed into bed. Then an exciting thought crept into my head, maybe I won't date any guys this year. I'll finally listen to Ron and stop kissing boys. I shut my eyes and just before drifting off the sleep I had a sudden revaluation, this year I'm going to do what I've been wanting to do since I was fourteen, I'm going to date a girl. And with that thought I was consumed in a peaceful sleep.

"Love you too, Dad," I said, waving as I dragged my trunk on to the Hogwarts
Express. I double-checked to make sure my wand was tucked safely behind my
ear, and found an empty compartment to settle into. I didn't bother looking out the window for Dad; he'd had to run off to meet someone with a story for The Quibbler. So I was entirely alone, but I figured I'd best get used to that. Since Harry Potter wasn't coming back this year, things would go back to how they used to be, and I would be quite invisible again. Being with Harry Potter had brought me very close to having friends.
Not that I liked Harry, though. Not that I liked any boys at all. I was well aware that most of the school thought of me as a freak, but I dreaded to think of what their reactions would be if they knew my biggest secret. I was a lesbian, plain and simple. I'd known since my second year, when I realized I was absolutely in love with my house's pretty seeker, Cho Chang. After Cho, I'd had a crush on Padma Patil. And now...well...
I hadn't even noticed that I'd started to doodle in the margins of my copy
of The Quibbler. I wasn't much of an artist, but it was something my hands did
when they had nothing else to do. I studied my handiwork, not a bad likeness. If only I could get some red ink for her hair...
"Hey, Luna" a voice said, "mind if I sit here?"
I looked up and immediately shut my magazine. No need for her to know I'd sketched her. I couldn't believe it, she had tons of friends, why sit with me? Still, I wasn't going to complain. I brushed a lock of blonde hair back, and said "Sure."
"Cool," she said, smiling brilliantly. She took the seat opposite me as the
train started to move forward. I couldn't believe my luck. I, Luna Lovegood,
was sitting alone with Ginevra Weasley.

She's so beautiful, I thought to myself. Luna isn't just pretty in the average way; she has her own unique beauty. I bet no one else looks quite like her.
"Gin…are you all right?" Luna asked in her musical voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a lil' tired, that's all." I told Luna. Crap, she could tell I was staring at her. I guess I'm obvious. Luna was the first girl I ever had a crush on. I'd had crushes on other girls, but usually just based on their looks, Cho, Fleur, I even had a thing for Hermione once, but that didn't last long.
"Did you have a good summer?" Luna asked me.
"Eh…it was ok, the first time that Harry didn't come visit my family in years….after the wedding he just went off. It was kinda weird."
"Oh….." said Luna looking off into the distance.
"I'm glad I'm not dating him though, he wasn't that great of a boyfriend."
"Really?" Luna's voice perked up.
"Yeah….why?" I had a sudden urge of mischievousness. "Do you like Harry?"
Luna stuttered "N…no."
"Oh my god you do!"
"No I don't! I like…. somebody else."
Luna doesn't like Harry, thank God. I need to know who she likes, I doubt
it's me but this gives me an excuse to execute my evil plan.
"Luna Lovegood!" I said is a strict manner, like a teacher, "Tell me who
you like or I'll find out by force!"
"What?" quivered Luna, sounding terrified.
"You heard me young lady, tell me or I'll find out by force."
Luna blushed about five shades of red, "You can't make me say."
"Well if you won't tell I guess I'll have to force it out of you, TICKLE FIGHT!"
I jumped on Luna tickling her. I love her laugh, it sounds just like a flute. Luna fell to the ground we were rolling on top of each other. After a few minutes I was in the perfect position to fully take my plan into action. I was straddling Luna, in the perfect position to grab her ass. I was about to when Luna's copy of the Quibbler flew down

"SHIT!" Said Luna, pushing me off of her. She was scrabbling to get her
copy of The Quibbler.
"What is it?" I said.
"N-nothing."
I grabbed to newspaper before Luna could. I saw a drawing of a girl. A girl who looked a little like me. Luna's face was redder then my hair. I decided to pretend I didn't know the drawing was me.
"All this fuss just for a drawing." I handed Luna back the newspaper "It's
pretty good."
"Thanks" Luna said simply.
"Luna, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "This year…I would really like to hang out with you more then I have in the past, would that be okay
with you?"
Luna smiled. Her smile was beautiful, perfect, and serene. "I would like
that." I could hear her smile in her voice.
I started inching towards Luna, just to put my arm around her in a friendly way when I realized something. This summer I borrowed Hermione's
copy of "Hogwarts: A History." She'll kill me if she doesn't get it back.
"Luna, I'm sorry but 'Mione lent me "Hogwarts: A History," after Bill and
Fleur's wedding. I have to give it back to her and after I return it she'll probably want to have a long conversation about it."
"It's okay," Luna said, sounding a bit disappointed.
"I'll see you at school" and I walked out of the compartment.

I hadn't felt so mixed up since I was seven, when I accidentally drank one of Mum's Confundus Potions, thinking it was strawberry lemonade. Strawberry lemonade, I thought, smiling slightly. Mum always said my hair was the color of pale lemonade, and Ginny was certainly strawberry-sweet. Beyond that, in fact. That was the only think I was certain of, everything else seemed up in the air.

On one hand, Ginny had chosen me, me of all people, to sit with on the train. And she wasn't dating Harry. And she said she wanted to hang out with me. And we'd rolled around on the compartment floor together. I was, of course, undeniably happy.

But on the other hand, she'd just... left. To go see Hermione. Oh, I was sure Ginny didn't like Hermione, not that way. But that didn't mean she didn't like Hermione better than me. I'll admit I was slightly jealous. And even if Hermione didn't take up all her time, Ginny was friends with pretty much everyone. She would no doubt run into her friends in the hall before she could get back to me. I sighed. Just as well, it was probably better not to get my hopes up.

But try as I might, I couldn't help but think about her. How perfect she was. She said she'd like to hang out with me... whether she meant it or not, I would have to see. It wouldn't be the first time someone had promised to spend time with me, and then blown me off for whatever reason. Still, Ginny had noticed me once. That definitely improved the odds of her noticing me again.