A/N - OK, so this is one of my proper fics now. I'm not doing many more songfics... I'll finish Fly, but then I'll get started on the proper fic stuff. :D Though... if I do hear a really good song, I will do it. Just take my word for it... I'm not doing many more. :D
DISCLAIMER - I don't own the Potterverse, so no suey!
"Are you coming or not?" Luna asked her best friend.
"I'll just be a sec," said Ginny, brushing her hair. A recent graduate of Hogwarts, she and half of her school year were going to a party. She laid her brush back down onto her desk, pouting her lips, hoping that she'd be noticed that night.
"Come on! We'll miss it!" Luna said, gazing at her friend's reflection. "I don't think you could get anymore lip gloss on, dear," she said, as Ginny's hand reached out for it.
"Fine," Ginny huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder and grabbing her bag. "Let's go,"
"I've just been saying that for the past half an hour!" Luna cried, watching her walk out of the room. "Jeez,"
The club was filled with people, all dancing to the music, sweat poring off each of them. Ginny was in the middle of the throng on the floor, dancing along with some of the ex seventh-years that had managed to sneak in. 'Harry looks kinda fit,' Ginny found herself thinking, as she danced with nearly half of the school.
"Come on Gin! Give us a dance! Please?" the boys said. Ginny smiled, finally happy that she'd managed to make half of the student population beg her to stay.
"Fine, but I need a drink," she said, fighting her way out of the boys, they all moaned and told her to come back quickly.
"Hey, firewhiskey, please?" she asked the bar man, shaking her hair out of her face. "Thanks," she said, when her drink appeared in front of her. She turned around, sipping her drink through the straw she'd picked up. She sighed and rolled her kohl rimmed eyes. He was staring at her again. He'd stared at her nearly all night, hoping that she'd look up.
Ginny didn't understand why boys found her so appealing. Was it because she looked good? Or was it because she'd spent her last year at Hogwarts shagging everyone and anyone in seventh year? She smiled grimly. It was probably the last option. She sighed again, and looked over the rim of her glass. She gasped, for she'd seen someone standing in front of her.
"OH, MERLIN! Harry! How are you!" Ginny shrieked over the music, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I haven't seen you in ages!"
"Well, this might be the only time you get to see me again, then,"
"Huh?"
"Ron,"
"Shit. He knows about what I've been doing, doesn't he?"
"Yep,"
"Fuck,"
"I'd hide if I were you,"
"No. It's my life and my body. I'll abuse it however I bloody well like," she said, ordering another firewhiskey. "Now, who can I ask for a-"
"Hey, Gin!" a black-haired witch said, appearing at Harry's side.
"Hermione! Oh, my God! I love the color!"
"Yeah, I've had it for ages," she said, pulling out a crumpled box. "Oh, want one?" she said, offering the box of cigarettes to Ginny. "Don't pretend you don't smoke; I saw you when I was in Hogsmeade," she said, winking.
"Yeah, go on then," Ginny said, reaching out and taking one. She looked closer at Hermione's arm. "Herms? You got a tattoo?"
"Yeah… it's crap though," she said, putting her cigarette out.
"Listen. I'm gonna go back and dance," Ginny said, tucking the cigarette into her mini-skirt pocket. "I'll see ya later," she gave them a hug and walked back, oblivious of the fact that someone was staring at her, wishing she'd look up already.