Thanks for the reviews! I decided to continue this and see how far I can go with it. Fred/Hermione is one of my favourite ships so I decided to throw them in. Any suggestions/criticisms would be greatly appreciated.

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After a vigorous game of Quidditch, where I kicked ass, love apparently not dampening my competitive edge, I head up to the dormitory to ponder my problem. I know I will be able to come up with deep insights and insightful solutions regarding the Potter problem. My mind has no limits…

Okay, fine. I'm planning on going upstairs to eat chocolate until I collapse in a sugar induced coma. Happy now? As I head towards the dormitory I come across my brother Fred in the Gryffindor common room. Looking pensive. Reading a book. I know something disastrous must have happened and run up to him immediately.

"Fred, are you alright?" I demand. He looks up at me startled, and quickly tries to hide the cover. Using my lightning Quidditch reflexes, I snatch it away from him and read the title, Faking Smarts to Win the Witch of Your Dreams. I look up at Fred in amazement but he's already bolted. At that moment Hermione walks into the tower.

Wait, Hermione. She's brainy. Could Fred …

OH MY GOD. FRED LIKES HERMIONE! I mean we don't know any other brainy girls right? Right? This is incredible. This literally blows my mind. I start to idly leaf through the book as I ponder this new development.

"Hey Ginny," a voice I know all too well calls. I whirl around to face Harry, summoning what I hope is a charming smile. I know I'm suppose to be getting over him not encouraging him, but hey it never hurts to put one's best foot forward in situations, right? Right. Anyway, Harry seems fixated on my lower body. What is he looking at? Oh no…

"Anything you want to tell me Gin?" Harry asks, a teasing smile on his face. My brain freezes. I couldn't betray Fred. "Uh, gah, well…" is all I manage to stutter out as Harry walks away chuckling.

Smooth Ginny, real smooth. That ought to really impress him. Though this could work to my advantage. I don't want to impress him, so humiliating myself is a good thing because it will eventually help me get over Harry Potter. What I just did seems stupid, but really it's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

Bullshit.

Stupid Fred and his stupid, stupid, book. This is all his fault. I should really tell Hermione he likes her in revenge. I begin to ponder this delightful prospect when someone grabs my arm. I whirl around to face…

Hermione. Crap. My brain takes another vacation as I stare into her face. She's saying something to me but I can't hear it. I bolt in sheer panic, dropping the book as I go. As I run, I decide to proceed with the original chocolate plan while hiding under my covers and coming up with a good story to tell Hermione about my insane behaviour. Not one for Harry though. I don't care about him. He can think I'm crazy and love starved and pathetic…

Wait, that's no good. I'm supposed to be presenting myself as a rational and desirable woman, who is completely over him. The plan requires that he think I'm not a freak. Therefore, I have to impress him and convince him I'm awesome for my own personal growth. Yep, it has nothing at all to do with the fact that I like him, not at all.

Right…