Invisible Inside a Crowd

Chapter 1. I don't want to be Lonely

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. I own Harry Potter! I OWN HARRY POTTER!! What don't believe me? I guess no matter how many Times I say it, it won't make it true. Sob Fine JKR owns him.

A/N- I know I just started a knew story Amanda, but this was a plot bunny that I had to kill. Hopefully I will be able to write both at once. We can only hope. Ok, this story in Ginny/Draco. It was just something that popped in my head, so it's probably not my greatest work. So on with the story!!!...

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Ginny Weasley was tired. She was tiered of being The-Boy-Just-Won't-Dies "girlfriend". She was tired of being the after thought in her mothers head when it came to her children. She was tired of no one ever noticing her. She was invisible to the world. She always had been. The only person who had ever noticed her as more than an after thought was Tom Riddle. But that didn't really end too well, nor did she ever want to experience the horror of seeing Tom Riddle again. But certain things were nice, and having an ever attentive friend was one of them. Ginny was popular. There had never been a time that she wasn't. But no one noticed her. No one know Ginny in the "I will always be there for you way," more in the "Tell me all your secrets and I'll back-stab you way." So Ginny was alone and she was used to it. Because being alone was what Ginny did best.

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Draco Malfoy was tired. He was tired of the press. He was tired of the mourners. He was tired of his annoying stalker Pansy Parkinson. He was tired of wading through a sea of endless people, who didn't know Draco; they only knew England's wealthiest play-boy. That was fine by him though. He didn't need attachments. Love was something that he may have desired once, but he had lost that dream when the woman he desired was picked up by Potters ungrateful hand. Potter didn't disserve the woman he possessed. You could tell, if you looked closely enough that Potter didn't love Ginny. He only was with her because that was the way everyone said it should be. Potter had no backbone. He had manipulated so much during his life that he didn't know the difference between his own choices and the ones that Muggle loving Dumbledore made. In Draco's eyes only one man disserved Miss. Ginny Weasley, him. But that was never going to happen, because Weasley hated his guts.

With the recent death of his parents, Draco had inherited everything that they had owned. From the manor to the gold, to the influence, Draco Malfoy now had everything that any man could desire. Fame, Wealth, Gold, any woman that he pleased, even high ups in the ministry, you name it, Draco Malfoy now had it. But it was meaningless to him. It didn't matter. No woman could please him; all he saw was that mane of fiery red hair. No amount of new cars (a muggle contraption that Draco had grown quite fond of) or property could sustain him. He only desired one thing. But it would be impossible to get. Ginny Weasley would never be his. So he would be left alone, because that was what fate had dealt him.

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At the same time two very different people wished very desperately for the same thing, one knowing whom they were wishing for, the other wishing just the same, to no longer to be alone. Though unknowing they invoked a magic, so powerful that it had not been seen since the age of Merlin. So strong that even Albus Dumbledore could not break or stand between it. Fate looked down on her chosen two and smiled a smile of knowing that only Fate could posses. The knowing that two people who would be desperately in love had formed their bond. Great things could be expected from these two in these coming times, great things.