Hi guys, author here. Just a heads up, in this story, Voldemort doesn't exist, and Harry is only famous because of quidditch. Enjoy!
I reached for my hair brush for the eighth time that day. I sighed as I slowly began to brush my slightly wavy orange hair back away from my face. I then picked up my eye shadow and covered my eyelids in a soft lilac, to compliment the green of my eyes. I finished with a touch of rouge and a light pink lipstick and gloss. There, I thought to myself, all done and ready for tonight. I smiled as I thought about how much I had changed in the last three years. I was now in year six, and I proudly held the title of most popular, most desired, and most beautiful girl in sixth year. My smile turned to a frown, though, when I remember how when I was still finding myself, people shunned me and regarded me as dumb and ugly. People like Harry Potter, for example. Did he now that I loved him? Yes. Did he now that I was willing to die for him? Yes. Did he care about me, or even gently turn me down? No. Instead he made me imagine that I had a chance with him, when he ended up turning me down in front of the entire school in fourth year.
Start of Reminisce
/ A month before the Yule Ball/
"Hi Harry" I said with a smile on my mouth. "Oh, hey Ginny" Harry mumbled before turning back to his daily 'quidditch talk' with my stupid brother, Ron. "So um, Harry, you know that my Yule Ball is coming up in a month." "Oh yeah, I think I heard that somewhere. "Well I was wondering if you would want to go with me." "What? Oh, yeah, whatever". I was ecstatic! I went around telling everyone I saw, that I, Ginny Weasley, was going to the Yule Ball with HARRY POTTER! (While I was gone) "What was that about Ron?" "I don't know Harry. Oi, are you still going to the Yule Ball with that Elizabeth Yip chick." "Yep. Hoping to nail her tonight, too!" "You go for it mate!" They both laughed and continued their conversation.
/ The night of the Yule Ball /
I was really freaking out! I hadn't seen Harry in a week! How was I meant to meet him? I decided to wait here for him, and if he didn't turn up I would go and meet him down there. After finishing my hair and make-up, I walked down to the common room, to find Elizabeth Yip talking with her massive posse around her. I caught bits of what she was saying. "Oh, me and my date are going down fashionably late and making a grand entrance. I can't wait to see the look on that witches face! I mean, going around saying that she's going with my man! She's got it coming!" Everyone around her agreed. I felt sorry for this girl that they were talking about, but then decided to go downstairs and meet Harry.
/ 30 minutes after the Yule Ball has started /
"Oh hey Luna!" I said. "Have you seen Harry anywhere?" "Oh, no, sorry Ginny I haven't. James, can you not step on my feet?" I walked away, frantically looking for Harry. That's when I saw him, walking towards the dance, with none other than Elizabeth Yip on his arm. I quickly walked up to him, going to clear up the misunderstanding. "Harry, what are you doing here with her? You said you would come with me." The music suddenly stopped as everyone listened in to his answer. "What? Why would I come here with a dumb, fat, ugly girl like you when I could come with a beautiful girl like Liz?" Everyone laughed at his answer, and the music started again. Elizabeth and Harry began to dance and I slowly walked away.
End of Reminisce
That was when I started to diet, work out, study harder, and overall give my life and image a complete makeover. Don't take this the wrong way; I didn't do it for Harry. It's just that I wanted him to see me afterwards, and feel bad for turning me down so cruelly.
I laughed as I looked at myself now. Standing at 5"7 and weighing 56 kilos, I was constantly receiving comments that I should be a model. My orange hair was now stylishly waved, with lighter orange, almost blonde streaks through it. The freckles on my face had been completely removed with a very advanced spell Hermione taught me. I was now a 14 C, which meant that I could get the guys to look at me, without getting the girls to loathe me. My arms, legs, abs and butt were all finely tuned thanks to daily work-outs with my personal trainer, Ricardo Monterae. For tonight's party, I was wearing a green strapless top which was rouched at the top, and fell down into a flattering handkerchief hemline, which showed off my blue butterfly piercing in my belly button. I was then wearing blue, sand-blasted skinny jeans, black wedges and blue accessories. I readjusted my necklace, and began the short trip to the Head Girl's common room, where we would play three fabulous games that Hermione and I had prepared; Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle and I Never.