disclamer: I don't own anything. Not the song "Girl Next Door" by Saving Jane. Not the characters from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Not anything except the idea to write this story and the word formations that you see below.
a/n: This takes place during Harry and gang's 6th year. Yes, I know it's already been written but just go with me on this.
Summery: Ginny feels like she's coming second in her boyfriend's life. It's not a sport she's competing against; it's a girl on the other team. Hermione is no help, because she has problems of her own to deal with. "What's her problem?" you ask? Well it's more of a 'who' than a 'what'.
This is my first real story for fanfiction and I would like to dedicate this first chapter to Hilary, who told me to write more and here I am, writing more.
Girl Next Door
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Date: 6/1/06
Hermione and Ginny were lounging in their room after the Beginning of School Feast. They share a room with Lavender, Parvati, Madison (a girl in Ginny's year), and Isabella (a new transfer student also in Ginny's year) because of a new program Dumbledore set up. An older student has to monitor and guide ayounger student.
Ginny is laying on her bed flipping through a magazine while her friend is doing the same thing and going on and on about a certain someone at the same time. She talks about him so much it's disgusting! "Okay! I can't take it any more!" she says throwing down her magazine. "Can you stop talking about Ron like that? He is my brother, you know, and I don't want to hear about how hot he looked with his shirt off when we went swimming. The sight was revolting enough!" Then with a stroke of genius she said, "Why don't we listen to that boomy box you brought instead."
"Okay," Hermione said with a shrug.
They listened to the radio for a while in silence. Then the song came on. The song of the story of her life.
"Small town homecoming queen
She's a star in this scene
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hears everywhere
Tell myself that's inside she's ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous-I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor
She's Miss America
And I'm just the girl next door"
o.o.o.o.o
She thought she was the only one, but little did she know someone else felt the same, exact way.
Ever since we got back, he's been ... I don't know ... distracted. Every moment when I glance at him, he has that spaced out look on his face and when I ask him what's wrong, he just says 'nothing'. And every time I talk to him, he's not listening. Instead he's staring at something else ... or maybe someone else ...
a/n: that's it for the first chapter. I sorta left you on a little cliffy. Tell me what you think and if you want me to continue.
- Michelle / Carolena -