A/N: Okay guys, new story time. Now please read this before you read this story this is very important okay? Now, if you are a total H/G shipper or a huge fan of Ginny or just plain hate it when people portray Ginny as anything other than sweet and kind, STOP READING NOW! I'm serious if you like Ginny don't read this because this story contains major Ginny bashing Okay? However, if you don't mind bitchy/airheaded/evil/cheating Ginny portrayal or don't like H/G ships (like me) and do like H/OC ships, then by all means, read on. One more thing, please don't leave me rude reviews because I warned you that you shouldn't read this if you liked Ginny. It's not my fault if you chose to blatantly ignore this and get upset by the contents of this story. I put this here for reason Okay? Well, now that that's out of the way, on with the story.

Chapter 1

Almost Perfect

You ever hear that phrase 'Love is blind'? I think the more opt term would be stupid or dumb, or better yet 'immune to common sense, some thing I learned the hard way in my sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry. See when I first started dating Matt, I honestly thought he was the one. Even though he was my first crush and my first real boyfriend I really did think I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. Looking back on that now, I can't help but think 'man, I was more of an airhead than my little sister' but hey, I was fifteen and stupid.

Before I continue, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Alexis Vane, not 'Alex' or 'Lexi', just Alexis. Call me anything else and you die. I've lived in Britain my whole life with my parents and little sister Romilda. You know, they say that children don't remember things when they're still infants, but I don't think so, because I remember the first year of my life before my sister was born. I seem to recall it being very, very quiet. Just like I liked things. She was always a total airhead; I don't even know how she made it through her first five years at Hogwarts, she spends half her time putting on staggering amounts of make-up, and the other half with her stupid friends jabbering on and on about whatever boys they wished they could shag at the. In my sixth year (their fifth), the current object of their desires was none other than Harry Potter. First dubbed The-boy-who-lived by the press, then a lunatic, and now 'The chosen one' (That one makes me crack up, don't know why).

One thing I always noticed about the girls at Hogwarts, there were always at least a few fawning over Harry Potter. Even when he was branded a nutcase in our fifth year (yes, I was in the same year as him, but not the same house.). But sixth year was definitely the worst, because that's the year my sister's and the rest of the fan girl posse set their sights on Mr. Potter. Now I'd never hear the end of it. All summer all I ever heard come out of Romilda's mouth was 'Harry Potter this' or 'Harry Potter that' or my personal favorite 'Hey Alexis, which dress do you think Harry would like me to wear when we get married?'

It was long, long, long summer.

Finally, school started and that meant long periods of time away from Romilda, since we were a year apart and I was a Ravenclaw (She's a Gryffindor.). It also meant more time with my new boyfriend Matt Taylor. We met through mutual friends in our third year. He was in Hufflepuff and only had a few classes with me, and I'd never actually spoken to him before that day. We clicked immediately. He was so sweet and handsome. I fell in love with him from the start. He didn't ask me out though until the middle of fifth year, and of course I said yes, I was damn happy I did to. We decided we would spend the day walking around Hogsmeade. We mostly sat in The Three Broomsticks chatting about different things ranging from quidditch and schoolwork to what muggle life was like (his dad was a muggle).

That day was actually special for more than one reason. But I didn't realize the second one until many years later. At one point, Matt got up to use the loo; it was then that I noticed a group of people sitting a few tables away from us. Four to be exact, I recognized most of them immediately. One was a young girl with blond hair and big eyes. That was Luna Lovegood, I had never actually spoken to her even though she was in my house, but I saw her plenty of times in the common room sitting alone by the fire reading a magazine upside down for some strange reason. Also there was a bushy haired girl that I knew was in Gryffindor, but I didn't know her name. Then there was a tall woman with the craziest glasses I'd ever seen who would often give the bushy haired girl death glares, I figured there must have been some hostility between those two. Why? I'll never know. The last person there, anyone could recognize. None other than Harry Potter himself. I was surprised to see him there because from what I had heard, he was supposed to be on a date with Cho Chang. I briefly wondered what happened when suddenly Harry glanced my way. For a brief moment, our eyes locked. I must be really stupid for this, but I had never noticed before that moment, his were a really nice shade of green. Then I did someone really stupid, I smiled, really big, like a clown almost. I expected him to think I was nuts but to my surprise, he actually smiled back. Just a little. Then he looked away, for a split second, I was sad that he did, but then Matt came back and sat down and once we were once again immersed in our conversation, the incident with Harry Potter completely left my mind. For the moment that is.

When we officially became a couple in June of that year, all our friends were ecstatic, to put it simply. They had always known we'd be together someday and they truly believed it was a match made in heaven and so did I.

Sixth year began and for my sister, it was the year of the Potter. As it was for about a million other girls at Hogwarts. (During the summer I overheard Romilda and her friends talking about slipping Harry a love potion somehow. For God's Sake how obsessed do you have to be?) I however had better things to do than fawn over 'The chosen one' every waking moment. Like trying to save my rapidly declining Potions grades, or trying to prevent my best friend Kristen from killing herself by practicing dangerous quidditch late at night when we're suppose to be asleep. (I swear, she really is gonna kill herself doing this stuff one day, if she isn't expelled first.) Most of all, I had my own boyfriend whom I was perfectly happy with and wouldn't give up for anything. Not even Harry Potter. The fangirls that made up about 90 percent of the female population at Hogwarts that year all got a good shock to the system the day it was revealed that Harry Potter was dating Ginny Weasley. I remember overhearing two Gryffindor girls saying Romilda had run out of the room screaming and crying like a baby. I knew I'll probably sound like the worst sister in the world for saying this, but I laughed for hours after hearing that. Mental pictures of Romilda laying on the ground, her face all red and puffy with tears streaming down her eyes like a watermelon beating her fists against the ground and kicking her feet up and down screaming like a friggin banshee kept popping up in my minds eye. I must have looked like a lunatic that night in the common room but I really couldn't help it. I actually felt like walking up to the Gryffindor table and saying to Harry and Ginny, "thanks for getting together in front of my sister, I haven't laughed that hard in my whole life." Of course I didn't I was smarter than that.

So I never worshipped Harry Potter. I never believed all that crap the daily prophet would say about him and I admired him for all that he had done and generally tried to be polite to him if I ever came across him in the hallways (which actually wasn't very often), but I wasn't totally infatuated with him like other girls, because I was to busy being infatuated with Matt. Of course like I said earlier I was young and stupid but I didn't know it then. Every moment I spent with him felt like heaven. I remember how we used to hold hands in the hallways and go for evening strolls along the edges of the forbidden forest. We never went any further than kissing, but it was still magical. I knew in my heart that Matt was the guy. He was the one for me, that person that everyone dreams of finding but hardly ever do and I was one of the ones lucky enough to find that person, my perfect match, my soulmate.

My God I was stupid.

A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is really, really boring but I promise it will get better in the next chapter. This chapter is basically an introduction to most of the OC's of this story, the next chapter will be when all the Drama starts happening, so please just bear with me here and please leave a review because I really like getting them. See ya next chapter.