Believe in Magic, you Muggle (On Hold)

Chapter 11 : You Don't Deserve Him

Ginny's POV

I glared at Alex Parker, her long, shiny brown hair shaking as she laughed. 

Really? 

Alex just had to go and steal Harry? Just like that? 

From what I've been hearing, she'd been having a thing with Malfoy. What happened to that? 

That... that... that bitch! 

Ohgosh. I did not just say that word...

But really, how could she? 

How could she just switch from one guy to another whenever she feels like it?

She couldn't have let her feelings for Malfoy end that quickly. 

I've had a crush on Harry ever since he asked how to get onto Platform 9 and 3/4 on his first year. 

She? She's just desperate for a boyfriend. 

I bet she doesn't really like Harry, he's probably her backup. To soften her landing from being rejected by Malfoy. 

Gosh, and to think that I used to think she was my friend!

How could she not notice that I liked him?

I glanced over at the wrong time. I caught them smooching, and I nearly threw up my lunch. 

My crush and my now, ex-best friend, KISSING. 

This was horrible. 

Jealousy bubbled inside of me. 

I'd always been jealous of Hermione and Alex, because of how close they were with Harry. Not Alice though, she always seemed rather closer to Ron than Harry. 

Anyways, but this was a different kind of jealous. 

They were actually having interactions. 

'Lip to lip action!' I thought in disgust. 

I just wanted to slap Alex. 

This was not fair. Just because I was his best friends younger sister? 

He shouldn't be looking at me in just that way. 

I can be more than that!

Gee. 

I looked at my reflection in a clean golden plate. 

I sighed, I could never compete with Alex's pretty face. 

To Harry, I was just Ron's little sister. 

Nothing else. 

Never will. 

I moaned, regretting eating all the chicken wings in my moment of anger. 

Now I'd be the chubby redhead sister of his best friend. 

Taking in a deep breath, I pushed at my baby fat on my cheeks. 

I checked my skin for any pores, and groaned at my freckles. 

Quickly taking a peek around to check no one was watching, I jut my chest out. 

Flat.

I looked down at my thighs. 

Thunder. 

Were these the reasons that Harry never looked at me in the same way he looked at Alex?

Because I didn't have Victoria's Secret model's boobs, or fashion model legs?

Every thing of myself looked horrible to me when I compared to Alex. 

I groaned again. 

Wasn't there some way to just break them apart as quickly as they came together?

I shook my head.

Jealousy made me feel terrible. 

The feelings possessed me... 

Like the way Tom Riddle had possessed me in my first year.

I shivered; I hated thinking about that. 

But jealousy made me feel uglier than usual. 

Alex was my friend. I had to support her. 

"That bastard!" I heard someone hiss. 

I looked around. 

Only one person. 

Draco Malfoy. 

He still liked Alex, and was jealous of Harry. 

Hmm, I could use this situation to my advantage. 

Maybe I could pretend to be supporting her... but actually sabotaging her relationship. 

Eh, more like fixing her relationship.

Since she was probably using Harry.

I'd bring her back together with Malfoy, and I'd get Harry back!

Not that I ever had him... but still. 

I smirked, this was a good plan. 

I rose from the table and silently excused myself. 

I strut over to where Malfoy was standing. 

Confidently, I poked him in the arm. 

He glared at me. 

"What do you want, Weasley?" he spat. 

"I want to talk to you. I think we can work together," I said with a sweet smile. 

He rose one eyebrow, and waited for me to continue. 

"Here's the plan..." I started.