Ginevra Malfoy

          Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his friends. Blah blah blah blah.

A/N: This story was inspired by the fic Hermione Malfoy, I don’t like that ship (D/G is the bomb!) but it is funny as hell. So yea, I thought I’d just say that.

Chapter One

          "What?" Ginny Weasley cried while pounding on her headmaster's desk. "Please tell me I miss heard you, PLEASE tell me I miss heard you Professor." Headmaster Dumbledore bowed his head and slowly rubbed his temples. He looked up at the young red head in front of him. She had grown a great deal and had gotten past a very difficult experience in the past that he still had trouble believing she had gotten through alive.
          "No, Miss. Weasley, You heard perfectly fine. I asked you to marry Draco Malfoy." He said slowly. Ginny's mouth flew open again.
          "But Headmaster, why? Why me?" She pleaded, her eyes searching the old man's face for some kind of answer.
          "I already told you Miss. Weasley. In order for him to be in the good graces of the wizarding community he will need to marry a respectable witch." He said slowly as if talking to a small child, which in a way, he was.
          "I don't understand. He could get in better graces if he married a muggle-born, why not Hermione? Or some other muggle-born witch!" She said with a forced calmness. The old man smiled which just angered Ginny more.
          "Because I have a reason to believe that she is infatuated with another." His blue eyes twinkled behind his half moon glasses.
          "Well, why not another muggle-born?" She replied crossly folding her arms in front of her chest.
          "Miss. Weasley, even though Mr. Malfoy has joined our side, I highly doubt he would want to marry any muggle-borns, he may be helping us protect them, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't like them." Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Any way there isn't many witches that are as mentally strong as you Ginevra. And you don't have to be married forever you know. Just long enough to convince everyone that you are in love, and then you can go your separate ways." Ginny smiled at his compliment and knew he was just trying to lure her into this with flattery.....and unfortunately it was working.
          "Okay, let say, I do agree to this. What makes you think he will?" She smirked. She knew that there was no way Draco Bloody Malfoy would agree to marry a Weasley, a muggle-lover.
          "He has already agreed." Dumbledore said cheerfully. Ginny stared at him in shock.
          "FINE! Fine, I'll bloody do it! But you owe me one!" She growled and left his office.
          "So, Miss. Weasley, or should I say Mrs. Malfoy we are going to be married for next school year?" Ginny turned to the sneering voice.
          "What makes you think I agreed?" She asked stubbornly. Malfoy cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
          "Well, with all your yelling I don’t think a couple people in heard you correctly." He replied, his smirk still apparent on his face making Ginny want to hit him.
          "Okay so I agreed, why did you?" She huffed.
          "Well, with my father dead he wouldn't kill you and it would be something to hold over your brother and Potter’s heads." He sneered. Ginny frowned.
          "You're pathetic."
          "Why did you agree? Decided that you think I'm extremely sexy and you wanted a taste of a real man?" He smirked. Ginny scowled.
          "Think a lot of yourself don't you?" And with that she turned back to Dumbledore's office to find out how on earth she was suppose to convince her family that she was "in love" with Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, I don’t have a beta reader so if anyone wants to volunteer just type your e-mail address in your review. Thanks! <333