Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, as much as I may want to. That claim belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nor do I own Enchanted, as that belongs to Taylor Swift (Praised be her name! :D)
Chapter 1: Fake Smiles
There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, same old tired lonely place.
Ginny sighed, and grabbed another glass of champagne from the nearest tray. She was at another one of the Minister of Magic's balls, and all she wanted to do was go home and sleep.
After the war, the Weasleys had become famous, and were instantly regarded as one of the most respected families in the wizarding world. Ginny was at first overwhelmed by her sudden popularity, and greatly enjoyed it. But after more than 6 years of endless balls and extravagant parties, the fancy food and upper class chitchat had started to wear on her. Her elegant blue chiffon gown, that 5 years ago would have made her feel like a princess, now made her feel like a fish. Instead of enjoying the ball and dancing with the many single men that attended, she lurked by the back wall, and tried to be as discreet as possible. Ginny wanted to stay home, but her family kept dragging her along.
Despite her best efforts to appear insignificant, people would constantly approach her and ask about her role in the war, her "tragic" breakup with Harry Potter (it had been mutual), or whatever else was going on in the world at the time. She would put on a fake smile, and play along with the conservation. She would shake her head in sorrow, nod in agreement, and give a forced laugh when necessary. However, all the time she only wished she could go home.
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face.
Ginny stood in the shadows, trying desperately not to be noticed by any of the politicians or their wives attending the party. She leaned up against a wall, and then quickly pulled away again. The wall felt like it was made out of the insincerity that made up Ginny's nights nowadays. She resigned herself to examining the guests. Everywhere she looked, she saw shifty-eyed men talking money and business; two things Ginny never really did care for. Standing next to their husbands were the men's wives, all smiling with vacant stares and gossiping about Merlin knows what. Ginny scoffed at them in her mind. Who would ever want to be an empty, high-society housewife?
Ginny wandered around the edge of the room, her eyes drifting aimlessly over the faces in the room. Then, suddenly, she saw a face she hadn't expected to see again once she left Hogwarts.
Draco Malfoy stood on the opposite side of the room, chatting with William Dupoir, the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It was strange, as soon as her eyes found his, all the false and snobbish conversations seemed to fade away from Ginny's ears, all the dignified people seemed to disappear from her vision, and all she knew was that he had noticed her gaze.
A/N- So, this is my first fan fiction and I'm just a bit nervous about so if you could review that would be great! I'll try to update as soon as I can!