A/N – A quick note about this story. I've read a Harry Potter/Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging story and a Harry Potter/She's the Man story (both of which can be found in my favourites) but I've never read a Harry Potter/Mean Girls story, even though there is loads of funny photos with Mean Girls quotes. Enjoy this! Inform me of any errors! And most importantly, REVIEW!

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'This is your lunch, okay? I put a galleon in there so you can buy some pumpkin juice. You can ask one of the older children where to do that.' Dad told me.

'Will you remember to write to us? I'm expecting a letter each week at least, so don't forget. Okay? Are you ready?' Mum added.

'I think so.' I smiled at my parents. My mum came and put her arm round me, while my dad picked up his magical camera.

'It's Ginny's big day!' He smiled, taking photo after photo. My mum started to sniff and sob. I guess that it's natural for mums to cry on their first day of school, but this usually happens when the child is five, or in the Wizarding World's case, eleven. I'm sixteen, and until today, I was homeschooled, because my parents were worried about the threat of Lord Voldemort. After all the fuss died down, though, Professor Dumbledore urged my mum to send me to Hogwarts, where I would be safe in the company of all the other students, including my cousin Ron and his brothers. I know that you're probably thinking that Homeschooled kids are freaks, or that we're weirdly religious or something. But my family's totally normal, except that my dad is obsessed with the Muggle World, and my mum is very overprotective of me. Lord Voldemort terrorized the entire Wizarding World, so my mum kept me at home to 'keep me safe' and taught me household spells. But then Lord Voldemort lost most of his power and turned totally weak and feeble and went into hiding, so it was goodbye The Burrow, and hello Hogwarts.

After my parents and I had apparated to Hogwarts (Usually I would have taken the train with the other kids, but I had to get there early so I could be 'sorted', whatever that was, but I soon found out that it was totally fine and I just needed to sit on a stool and put on a hat. Only it turned out to be a talking hat, and it put me in Gryffindor, which I know is the house that Ron is in, because I heard Mum talking about it to Dad. I said goodbye to them (Mum pulled out her hankie again) and then I went into the Great Hall for the Welcome Feast.

The hall was huge, and I had trouble finding the Gryffindor house, but finally I found it, and I moved towards a tall girl with a brown ponytail.

'Hi. I don't know if anyone told you about me. I'm a new student here. My name is Ginny Weasley.' I told her.

'Talk to me again, and I'll kick your ass,' replied the girl, and she sat down.

A small blonde girl on the next table laughed, and the boy sitting in front of her on our table tried to cover his mouth to disguise his laughter.

I moved to sit next to the girl, but got distracted by a hiss from the next table.

It was the blonde girl again. 'You don't wanna sit there. Sophie Roper's boyfriend's going to sit there.'

As if on cue, a short, brown-haired boy staggered over, and almost fell into his seat. Sophie looked delighted.

'Hey baby,' she said, and they began to heatedly snog right in front of me.

I grimaced, and moved down the row until I found another space on the bench.

'Uh uh.' It was the blonde girl again. 'He farts a lot.'

The boy next to the gap turned around to look at me sheepishly, and I moved away sharpish, only to find the next seat being taken by a tall boy with messy brown hair. I moved back toward the front, only to accidently crash into one of the Professors, who was walking up the row with a goblet of wine, which had spilt all over her in the process.

'Merlin, I am so sorry!' I cried, bending down to pick up the goblet she had dropped, and to try and siphon away the wine on the stone floor. I bet the Professor could have mopped up the front of her robes using her wand and one of the household spells that my mum used to spend days teaching me, but she didn't have time, and so she hurried up to the front of the hall while everyone who had seen the incident desperately tried to stop laughing.

On her way up to the staff table, she frantically tried to pull her robes over her head, but her longsleeved black shirt underneath got stuck to her wet robes, so as she pulled up the robes, the shirt rode up too, revealing her black bra underneath.

Of course, this meant that all four tables roared with laughter, and the Professor froze.

'Professor McGonagall?' came a loud, questioning voice from the staff table, and Professor Dumbledore stood up.

'My shirt is stuck to my robes, isn't it?' stated Professor McGonagall, and a pitying Seventh year stood up from their table and pulled down her shirt for her.

'Fantastic,' Professor McGonagall said sarcastically.

'Is everything alright over there?' Dumbledore questioned.

'Oh, yes, Albus,' she replied.

Dumbledore stayed where he was as McGonagall made her way up to the front of the Hall. 'So, how was your summer, Professor McGonagall?'

'My husband died,' she told him, and several students sniffed while some called out saddened 'I'm sorry's.

'Well, I got cursed by a horcrux, and only have a year more to live,' Dumbledore said, in an optimistic kind of way.

'I win,' smiled McGonagall.

'Yes, you do. Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new sixth year student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Ottery St Catchpole.'

'Welcome!' McGonagall gestured to a girl with black wavy hair sitting near the front of the hall.

'The girl gazed around the room before saying, 'I'm from Godric's Hollow.'

'Great!' McGonagall smiled at her.

Dumbledore strode up to the reading-stand thing in front of the staff table and read off a piece of parchment he presumably had there. 'Her name is Ginevra, Ginevra Weasley. Where are you, Ginevra?'

'That's me.' I put my hand in the air from the side of the hall. 'I prefer 'Ginny', though.'

'My apologies. I have a brother named 'Aberforth', and I know how mad he gets when I called him 'Ab'. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my mum named him 'Aberforth.'

'Well, welcome, Ginny, and thank you, Professor Dumbledore,' McGonagall said.

'Oh, thank you. And if you need anything, or if you want to talk to somebody...' Dumbledore started.

'Thank you. Maybe some other time, when my shirt isn't see-through.'

'Okay.' Dumbledore glanced not-so-subtly in the direction of McGonagall's chest, and then addressed the rest of the hall in what I presumed was the normal routinely Welcome Speech.