Lying on her bed, Ginny beat her fists and drummed her feet against the mattress as hard and as fast as she could. Life was so unfair! Harry got to come and go as he pleased, spending two days in a row having a grand time in Diagon Alley with whirlwind shopping sprees, adventures at the bank, getting to look at all the best Quidditch gear money could buy, having all the ice cream and sweets he could eat, and getting to meet all sorts of interesting people. Meanwhile she was alone and unwanted and the most exciting thing that's happened to her was that elf-thing of his falling on her head!
Not even his elf crashing the car had been enough to keep him here. How could they let him crash the car and not end up grounded for life? What did it matter if he was a renter or not? He still stayed here and ate their food, and he'd be as good as a member of the family once she went out with him. Surely it counted enough for them to make him stay when she didn't want him to go. Even having him beaten and bruised and needing to be nursed back to health after a nasty Quidditch accident would've been better than having him go, because at least then she'd be the one caring for him rather than letting him go off with the enemy, Hermione Granger.
The girl had probably spent all day holding his hand, batting her eyelashes and sighing, and hanging on his every word while holding herself just an inch away from leaning forward for their first real kiss. That's exactly what she would have done. She must have daydreamed and rehearsed all those things a thousand times or more in the last year alone - even playing out little scenes from the books where the damsel was in distress and he must take her under his protection and provide for her and give her all the fabulous clothes and jewelry as befits her station as his One True Love.
Of course she had never been alone in those daydreams; Luna was always there too as her maid of honor, honorary sister, or even sometimes as another wife of Harry's - though if her mother knew that she would have called her a scarlet woman for sure. But Harry was special though so he deserved to have two wives, and besides, this way they'd really be like sisters.
Luna had never cared for the Boy-Who-Lived though, it's why she had let her borrow her mother's Harry books in the first place. Actually reading them and enjoying them as you were supposed to was the proper thing to do anyway. Who cared about the tiny little things which might be slightly wrong here or there, let alone want to read a book that pointed all of them out? That was just silly.
And the worst part was that the more she thought of it the more like the Harry from the books he was actually starting to seem. He was humble, and modest, and didn't let his great wealth and fame go to his head, but used it for good deeds. And even in his dealings with that girl he'd been the perfect gentleman. He hadn't bragged to his friends and rightly played down both expectations and the significance of the events, choosing instead to keep those emotional treasures in the Vault of his heart since he valued them more than all the gold in Gringotts. It hadn't been his fault her brothers had been children about it.
'But he's focusing on the wrong girl!' she thought again, giving her mattress another hit.
Why was she the only one to see this? Why must Ginny Weasley be the one to suffer so? Why couldn't she ever get a break! She couldn't even be up in her room being righteously angry in peace anymore either after what she had just found out.
How had she been expected to know the girl had lost her mother only a few years ago and could do with some more friends? Well, Harry hadn't expected them to know but he had made sure that elf-thing passed it along when it asked if 'Mister Harry Potter' could invite 'a friend' over for dinner tonight, and now she felt horrible for even thinking that bad things should happen to her, if only to get her away from Harry, which made things even more unjust.
Of course her mother had been so devastated for 'the poor girl' as to agree right away, which had sent her right up to her room refusing to come out. Well, she would be refusing to come out as soon as anyone noticed she was gone. Ginny didn't want to have anything to do with whatever was going to happen tonight. Her mother would fawn all over the girl, Harry would be all caring and sympathetic, and by the end of the night they'd probably be promised to each other and she'd practically be an honorary Weasley. In one fell swoop she'd take her last remaining distinction as the only girl away and snatch everything she's ever wanted out of her grasp!
'Mum would probably have the wedding here at the Burrow too, ' Ginny thought grumpily.
She'd dress Hermione up in the same wedding dress she had worn all those years ago with Dad and Ginny would be stuck sharing a room with her, having to listen as she practiced her new name: Mrs. Hermione Potter, and stand next to her in the ceremony as the make-shift maid of honor and disgruntled little sister as she married the boy who was rightfully hers.
'It was just not fair, ' she thought sorrowfully. 'I saw him first. '
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