Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers, no copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: This story is written for my beta: freakshow90, because I know she's always wanted a story written specially for her. This story is set post-war, at a party celebrating the downfall of Voldemort. I do not mind if you don't review, though it would be nice if you did. All I ask is that you give my story a chance, thank you, Miss Zee.
Misery
She sat down, her eyes sad, her lower lip trembling. She was pretending to be happy, forcing herself to smile. No one noticed how sad she was, no one but me. Seating myself beside her, I looked at her beautiful face and it broke my heart.
"Can't you see it?" I asked, "Can't you see that you're the only real face in the room? No one here has a clue what you're feeling."
She looked at me, curious but sad.
"Keep your sadness alive." My breath against her ear sent shivers down her spine. "Look at all these people, so happy, living their lives. They're all just plastic people, they're really dying inside."
She looked at me once more, and as I stole another glance at her, I got up and walked to the other side of the room. Watching her from my vantage point by the door, I listened quietly to the mindless chatter around me. I listened to all the lies being told, to people criticizing those they showered in glory.
Suddenly I saw her façade fade as she let everyone see her true self. I watched as she walked towards me, aiming for the exit, brushing off the concerns and questions of those who noticed her change in attitude. As she passed by I heard a few whispered words.
"Thank you, Malfoy."
I smiled.
"Anytime, Granger."