I discovered at a very early age that I'm not pretty. My mom is a knockout, my dad a handsome man. I am big boned like him, muscular and I have my mom's hair texture. Which means if there is the least amount of humidity my hair gains volume until it looks like a red pigmy puff is sitting on my head.
It's was hard enough being the daughter of Hermione Granger-Weasley, the smartest witch of her age and Ron Weasley, entrepreneur and famous auror before I found out that they helped uncle Harry save the whole wizarding world!
Mum told me often that she was not pretty at my age and that she did not blossom until she hit 13. Well at 13 I expected something to happen. You know, go to bed and wake up pretty. That didn't happen. I got all blue about it and moped about for 6 months or so. After that I decided that pretty only got you so far.
I was very good at quidditch and as smart as my mum. Grandpa Granger always said I was the best of both of them. Besides Scorpios would tell me that most of the pretty witches he met were as dumb as a sack of turnips.
My aunt Ginny played professional quidditch long before I was born, she was my role model when it came to giving it your all.
The Weasley's and the Potters are Quidditch mad. So much so that we even have our own quidditch pitch that rivals professional stadiums. All of us cousins played growing up, and I have to say most of us are right good at it.
So much so that for a while, the Gryffindor team was mostly we cousins. Then a whole bunch of us played professionally, including me. Now, my cousin James owns the Chudley Cannons and I'm the general manager.
My best mates, Albus, Louis and Scorpios, they're doing well for themselves too. Albus he's in magical Law, (my dad says my mum influenced him), Louis and Scorpios are aurors.
We're all still very close. Louis is the only one of us that can cook a decent meal, Albus LIKES to do laundry, I'm handy with a budget and Scorpius finds housekeeping relaxing. So the only sensible thing to do was share a flat.
Until they got married James and Freddy might as well of lived with us. Now Freddy is off studying magical creatures.
Someday I'll say yes when Scorpius asks me to marry him. Yup we're a couple. Imagine that a Weasley and a Malfoy, in love.
I think I feel old Lucius Malfoy spinning in his grave!