Disclaimer: I am Not J.K. Rowling, I know big surprise, and so anything you recognize as hers.. is hers. Anything you don't is mine. The song "Girl Next Door" is sang by "Saving Jane".
Summary: Hermione looks back and reflects about her relationship with Ginny Weasley and how things between them never worked. ONE-shot based loosely around the song "Girl Next Door" by "Saving Jane."
Rating: PG
"Girl Next Door"
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Small town homecoming queen
She's the star in this scene
Ginny Weasley. There is absolutely no other way to describe her but perfect. She has it all. She has won everything from the moment we met each other. Directing every fastball thrown at her in what ever direction she wanted to send it . Everyone loves her... But me. And who am I? I am no one but Hermione Marie Granger? I am left with almost nothing because she has taken everything, nothing but Harry...
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin perfect hair
Her red hair still, to this day, enchants all the men and boys that see her. Her soft hazel eyes usually sparkle with excitement and adventure. She's lovely. So beautiful she became a model after Voldemort was gone. Something witches had never done, until she did it first.
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she's ugly
She's my best friend. Yes, I know. How can I feel this way about her? But you would to. I guarantee it! Everyone loves her. She has to have a wretched soul to speak to so calm and collected all the time.
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
We're frenimies. Act as if we are the best of friends... Yet deep inside we are clawing at each other's souls. Trying to tear the other apart... Maybe though I am jealous of everything she has had in her life that I never have had. Bothers? Parents that would risk their life for her? A wizard family? She has it all.
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
Harry. I knew someday it would come down to him. There had been a time when Harry had been Ginny's. But not anymore. No, he's mine. But I still can't help but wonder... maybe... I was the second pick? But I couldn't be? I was always there? First Year? Third year? Fifth year? Seventh Year? The final battle? Who was beside him all those times? Me... not 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 sleepin on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
The day I didn't receive my Head Girl badge I stared at the mirror, for three hours. Was there something wrong with me? How couldn't I get it? I was everything a Head Girl was to be, everything. Yet, obviously not enough. It wasn't until many years later when Harry told me the reason Ginny received Head Girl as a Sixth Year was because they knew I would be gone. McGonagall knew I wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts for my Seventh Year, so they gave it to Ginny, instead of me. Yet, she was Head Girl, her name went down in the record books... And me? Where has my name been engraved.
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
I remember the days... The summers after Hogwarts and after Voldemort was gone. Before getting married and before having kids. Before quitting my dream job, we would be in the Weasley's back yard and play Quidditch all afternoon long. It was excellent, some of the best days of my life. Except for those five minutes we picked teams, those were the days I waited for someone to take pity and pick me. But it rarely happened until there was no one but me and Neville left. It always came down to the two of us. She was never left standing... he always picked her ahead of me.
Everything that you want
Never to harsh or too demanding
She was perfect. It will go down in the record books somewhere. There was never a more perfect girl anywhere. Pure-blooded family? Check. Drop-Dead-Gorgeous? Check. Calm? Check. Collected? Check. Nice? Pretty? Smart? Funny? Patient? PERFECT? Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. CHECK!
Maybe I'll admit it
I'm a little bitter
So fine. Here it is: I wish I could be like Ginny Weasley. She has it all, or almost all. She has that lovely "newly reformed" Draco Malfoy. But I have Harry. Harry James Potter, savior of all mankind. Our hero. But She. Her. She still has her way over everything. Even sometimes, him. My Harry, she can still control. With one blink of those long eye lashes, everything goes exactly as she plans.
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her
Forget Magic. I'll go back to my basic muggle up bringing and slap her across the face. I'll push her face into horse manure and kneel on her perfectly toned stomach as I smash in her perfect little nose and cause blood to pour out of it. I really want nothing more than to hit her, hard.
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor
She's Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Oh an I'm just the girl next door
I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else
But I have a perfect life. Sort of. I'm not the gorgeous model she is, but I'm pretty. And Harry tells me that I am beautiful everyday when I wake up, and right before I fall asleep. I have four beautiful children, little James and Ron. And little Lily and Molly. They are angels, growing up so quickly. Before I know it James will be graduating from Hogwarts... And Harry is perfect. Everyday he comes home from the Ministry and smiles and kisses me, with out me even asking. Anytime we fight he is the first to forgive, flowers, chocolate and his kisses are all that is needed for my heart to flutter all over again. So why would I want to be her? She's perfect, and I'm? Who am I compared to her?
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
I get A little bit she gets a little more
Shes Miss America and... she's Miss America
But that's the way life is. You don't win all the battles, you don't always get a home run on every pitch. Some days you have to strike out. Because then next time you step up to bat, you can hit that ball past the outfield and out of the stadium. You win some and you lose some. But the quality of what you win is ever so much more important than the quantity. Ginny can have four husbands like Draco Malfoy for all I really care. As long as she doesn't have Harry. Because Harry was the best pitch that was thrown to me. The luckiest, yet hardest to connect with. A curve ball, knuckle ball, and a fast ball all in one.
I'm just the girl next door...
So who am I? I'm the girl that was standing next to him the whole time, that he never noticed because he was to busy looking at her. But when he finally let his eyes stray, he found me. I was the one beside him. I was the girl next door.
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AN: This is just a little one-shot I wrote that took less than a hour. My Beta didn't edit this.. But when she
comes back (she's out of town, sorta) I'll send it off to her to have her edit. But until then I thought it
would be fun to post this. So I hope you enjoy and please review.. tell me if you love it.. or hate!
Thankx a lot!
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Kaci