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I took my time getting ready that morning.

I waited until everyone had gone down to common room, meeting with their friends so as to walk down to the Great Hall together, and skipped off to the bath, alone.

I washed myself leisurely, taking time to condition my long hair that turned a lovely deep red when wet. I fingered a few strands, contemplating my next move.

I had to formulate a plan, and I did all of my best thinking in the shower. Or on the john… but mostly in the shower.

I knew I had to be creative, and find a way to get Harry on his own, but when he wasn't in classes, we were at Quidditch practice, and if he wasn't there, he was with Ron and Hermione in the library, revising and doing his homework.

I wasn't quite sure how this was all going to plan out, some of my earlier confidence having leaked out of my ears, and leaving an ominous sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.

For some reason, I had this nagging feeling that thinks were going to twist themselves in a way I could never expect. I could only hope that this didn't mean Harry was going to reject me.

But, for having never been good at Divination anyways, I shook it off and got dressed.

I put on my well-fitted uniforn, making sure the knot on my Gryffindor tie was just right.

I did my hair up in a loose, messy bun, and put on just the slightest bit of mascara and eyeliner on my bottom lid, to really make my eyes pop.

I pinched my cheeks and straightened my already strait skirt.

I had always been slightly OCD about my appearance.

I checked the mirror as I walked out of the door, winking at my lovely refletion.

I looked perfect, as usual, and ready to go.

oOoOoOo

I strolled all casual-like into the Great Hall, late as usual, ready for breakfast.

I waited for the inevitable quieting, everyone's eyes turning toward me… but it didn't come.

Not even one Hufflepuff looked my way.

Not even one!

I was baffled, and looked around at my schoolmates, confused.

Everyone was whispering to each other, looking over at the Gryffindor table.

I glanced over and saw… oh fuck no.

No.

No no no no no.

There sat Harry James Potter, MY Harry, with Draco Malfoy in his lap, kissing him passionately.

His hands were gripping Harry's shirt, whose arms were wrapped tightly around Malfoy's waist. They were pulling each other closer, and it was like my eyes were glued on the scene.

I couldn't look away as all of my plans, my future, my life, sat in the lap of the boy who called me Weaselette for years, and whose very own daddy gave me the book that linked my to Tom.

Harry's not supposed to be kissing Malfoy like that.

No.

That's not how it works. He's supposed to kiss me like that.

Harry loves me!

ME!

We're supposed to get married! Me and him! We're supposed to have 8 kids and 2 Kneazles. Even our owls were going to mate. It was going to be perfect.

And… Holy Mother of Merlin was that… Ron?

Next to him?

Holding Pansy Parkinson's hand? Whispering into her ear as she giggled and swatted his arm playfully?

I don't… I don't… I don't understand…

And, Holy shit! There was Hermoine, over at the Slytherin table, giggling as Theo Nott sucked at her neck.

What in the world was going on with the Golden Trio?

They had lost their bloody minds!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?

Could someone explain to me what Pugface was doing running her paws all over my big brother's arms? Could someone explain to me when Slytherins were even allowed at the Gryffindor table. and vice versa? Could someone, please, explain to me what Harry was doing sucking face with his arch nemesis?

I slowly slid down the wall next the doors with my head in my hands.

I was furiously rubbing at my eyes, willing it all to be fake…

Maybe they were right…

Tommy drove me off my trolley and I'm hallucinating!

Yeah, Ginny. Keep lying to yourself. That'll make this all better, for sure.

I guess it was time for me to start being honest.

Oh…. but why me? Why Harry? Why Draco Malfoy? I mean, honestly.

I mean… bloody hell, my head…

How could this be?

But… oh, Sweet Merlin… Harry's gay. Bent. Queer.

I guess it makes sense. He never did seem to fancy me anyways.

Godric…

How long had I been fooling myself?

Looking back, the sign's were there all along.

I mean honestly… Cho Chang cried when he kissed her. CRIED. Left bogey trails on his face, she did.

Ugh. This is bloody fantastic. Bloody fucking fantastic.

You spend 6 years stalking… er… well, yeah, stalking a guy and you think you'd know him, yeah?

Not bloody likely.

Stupid Harry Potter.

When was he fixing to tell someone, anyone, he was a bleeding shirt-lifter?

Oh Circe…

What if Hermione and Ron did know?

Some kind of friends and family they are…

But then…

I guess I haven't been the best sister then. If I'm going to be honest with myself…

Oh Sweet Merlin…

I'm a brat.

A spoiled, rotten brat.

What in the world is wrong with me?

I was the one who was out of my mind!

I had effectively and efficiently made myself Public Enemy #1.

Move over, Voldie. Ginny Weasley runs this bitch!

Merlin.

No wonder people talk about me behind my back.

It's not because I'm so beautiful and smart…

I'm horrid.

A terrible person.

I'm mean and spiteful and catty...

I, I broke up two best friends, all for what?

Attention?

How could I have not noticed this until now?

No one likes me. Not even my family, not really.

I could tell how much everyone was sick of my attitude, but, until now, I hadn't cared. Not in the slightest.

Everyone… everyone hates me.

I have no real friends.

My siblings don't like me.

Harry doesn't love me.

I'm... I'm...

Alone.

Alone.

Oh… I think I'm going to hurl.

And with that last thought, I bolted out of the room, mascara-stained tears streaming down my face like the pathetic loser I am.

I didn't stop for a second to see Blaise Zabini tear off after me, or the confused stares he left in his wake.

I just ran full tilt for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, because, fuck me if I didn't have something to moan about too.