Reflection, a harry potter fanfic

Ginny brushed her hair out of her eyes, and sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Look at me
I will never pass for
A perfect girl
Or a perfect daughter

For so many years she'd tried to be the perfect one, being Daddy's little angel, her brother's little playmate, and Mummy's little companion. But she just couldn't do it anymore.

Can it be
I'm not meant to play
This part?

Perhaps she should just tell her Mum the truth. Surely her mother would be happy that she no longer had her stupid crush on Harry.

Holding onto that thought, she skipped down the stairs, and grinned at her brother Ron.

"Hi!" She chirped. "What's up?" He scowled.

"I just found out that one of my friends, Seamus, is gay." He snapped. Ginny frowned.

"What's wrong with that?" She said questioningly.

"It's not right!" He said sharply, and pushed past her. Saddened, Ginny went back up to her room.

Now I see
If I were ever truly
To be myself
I would break my
Family's heart

"What's the matter, dear?" Her mirror asked. Ginny ignored her, and stared at herself.

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight
Back at me?
Why is my reflection someone
I don't know?

She knew that Hermione would be at dinner tonight. She just didn't know if she could face another night of Ron smiling at Herm shyly, and Hermione pretending not to notice. She threw herself onto her bed, tears running down her face.

Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am
Though I've tried.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

What was she supposed to do? Hermione would be there! The way she and Ron looked at each other made her physically ill. And if she walked in on them kissing one more time she didn't know what she'd do. When she'd inquired Hermione as to whether they'd shagged yet, Hermione had turned around angrily.

"How dare you?" She'd snapped, and Ginny felt a momentary bit of relief, before Herm's next words. "Its called making love. Don't cheapen what Ron and I have that way. You shouldn't like it if I referred to you and Harry's relationship that way, if you two ever got together." Ginny had done the obligatory blushing, even if she didn't feel that way anymore. And murmured the whole,

'I doubt it'll happen,' crap. And she knew it wouldn't. For one thing, she knew that Harry was totally enamoured with Draco Malfoy, although no one knew yet, not even him. It was just so obvious to her. Perhaps because she was also in love with someone who could never love her in return.

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

Saddish, huh? As you've guessed, it's slash. I don't own Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, or the rest of the Weasleys. I also don't own Reflection, from the song, Mulan. J!!