The Royals

Chapter 1: Surprises

Welcome to The Royals!

This is going to be a Hansy (Harry and Pansy) songfic based around the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift as well as other songs when I run out of Swift lyrics. If you don't know it, YouTube it. But look up the Ron and Hermione version. It's so cute.

Anyways, I really don't like Pansy at all as a person, however, just like I gave Draco a chance, I've decided to see what I could do with Miss Parkinson. Make her a bit more appealing. Therefore, her personality will be OOC, just like I do Draco. Of course my OTPs will be in here too, but the story will revolve around Pansy and her trying to be a better person as well as her issues and her crush on Harry.

There won't be any Voldemort in here. He's dead. But only him. Everyone else that should be alive is indeed alive. But they probably won't appear much in the story so me saying this was irrelevant.

Hope you like it. Leave love….or hate. Whatever you want.

Disclaimer: Queen Rowling owns all. I just goof around in her world.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2021: JUST SO YALL KNOW, ALL OF THE STORIES POSTED ON HERE WERE WRITTEN BEFORE SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED CAME OUT TO BE A TERF AND DISAPPOINTED US ALL, SO MY VIEWS AND STANNING OF HER HAS VERY MUCH CHANGED. PLEASE DISREGARD ALL PRAISES I GIVE HER IN MY INTROS. THANK YOU!!

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

I'm not that girl. At least, I'm not the girl you thought you knew.

I'm not the girl who spends her every waking moment pining over a boy that clearly doesn't want me despite what people may think.

I'm not a Death Eater. Never have been, never will be.

I'm not a bitch. Well, I'll take that back. I can be pretty bitchy. But I'm not the complete and utter bitch that people make me out to be.

I'm just the girl in the Slytherin robes who is very much misunderstood.

I'm the girl who was promised to someone before I even knew what a promise was.

I'm the girl who grew up being raised to be a prim and proper princess who was supposed to be ladylike, when all I wanted to do was climb trees and get my dresses dirty making mud pies.

I'm the girl that knew I wanted to break free from "family tradition", so I tried to trick the sorting hat into putting me in Gryffindor. However, because of my apparent cunningness in doing that, I ended up in Slytherin anyways.

I'm the girl that was always MADE to follow Draco around. Draco and I are in fact friends. However, as I am promised to him when I turn 18, I have to act as if my entire world revolves around him, much to both our disgust.

We didn't hate each other. We just hated what we were being forced to be. The older we got, the worse the realization of the situation would hit. And now, on the day after my 17th birthday, I'm being reminded even more of my fate as I stand waiting for the boy that doesn't want me and vice versa.

My birthday is August 31st. Had I been born the second of September like I was supposed to be, I'd be a 6th year, which would have been weird.

As I tuned out my mother, who was giving me her annual directions on how I should be at school, my eyes scanned the platform. I spied Draco in a corner, speaking to the girl he has secretly been crushing on since bloody second year. She was absolutely everything that his family hated, from her lack of money to her fire red hair.