Ginevra Malfoy

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A/N2: I'm sorry about this rushed chapter, I didn't mean for it to come out like this but one of my beta's pointed it out and I didn't change it because I didn't want you all to wait forever again for the chapter to come out. So I'll make you all a deal, I'll post this then I'm not sure when but I will write an extended chapter of this. I have a lot of deadlines to meet with art and stuff so yea, it may be a while for the next chapter. (and I want to make it long) so bear with me, and the beta offer still stands, so e-mail me at pinksunryse@gmail.com plz if you are interested in betaing, I promise a role! Oh and more about Liz will be in the next chapter!

Ginny glared at him.

“That's personal.” She scowled. Draco shrugged.

“Well, this won't come as a surprise, but I'm not.” He said simply. Ginny perked up, she had always been curious to know whom he had lost it too.

“Who was it?” She asked coyly. Draco smirked and put his arm around her. He leaned down and traced his lips over her ear.

“First, you have to tell me if you still are one now.” He purred. Ginny shivered and turned her face towards his. She knew he was just acting this way so the people around them wouldn't “doubt their love” but Ginny still couldn't help the damn butterflies that tickled her stomach when he got close. It must be disgust she thought as she brought her lips close to his so when they breathed they would lightly brush against each other.

“What do you think?” She asked seductively. As much as she wanted to kiss those lips of his she didn't want to, it was a never-ending battle. Draco nuzzled her neck a bit.

“Just tell me.” He whispered.

“Okay, no I'm not.” She said quietly. Draco looked her in the eyes.

“Alright, it was when I was 14 and to Ashley Ibom, she's a year ahead of us.” He told her. Ginny thought for a moment before answering.

“14, Dean Thomas.” She said proudly. Draco thought for a moment.

“Wait, weren't you dating that Ravenclaw guy in your 4^th year?” He asked confused. Ginny smirked.

“No one except us knows the real reason why we broke up.” She purred. Draco smirked back.

“Are you sure you don't belong in Slytherin love? Because by the sounds of things…”

“The hat considered putting me in Slytherin, but I knew m family would be disappointed, what with Slytherin being evil and such, so I begged it to put me in Gryffindor.” She told him. They were silent for a while.

“So, have you ever faked it?” Draco asked suddenly. Ginny spluttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, faked an orgasm.” He repeated impatiently.

“Why do you want to know?” She asked bewildered. Draco shrugged.

“Just curious.”

“I'm not telling.”

“Oh, I get it; I bet you don't even know how.” He smirked.

“Yes I do.” She huffed.

“So you have faked it.”

“I'm not telling.” She said stubbornly. Draco wrapped his arms around her.

“C'mon, give me a little moan.” He purred. Ginny pushed him off his chair, which caused many people to look at them. Draco calmly stood up and brushed himself off.

“Ginevra dear, the next time you want to get frisky like that please warn me. Then we can go somewhere and do it without interruption.” He said smoothly. Ginny's mouth flew open and she felt her face go red.

“I-I-y-you.” Ginny stuttered underneath the looks of many people. Draco put his hand lightly on Ginny's shoulder.

“It's alright love, everyone here know we're-“

“PLAYING QUIDDITCH!” Ginny yelled to cover up what her `loving' fiancé was about to say. Draco smirked when he heard someone say.

“Oh! So that's what the kids call it these days.” Ginny glared at Draco, she was going to get him back, even if it meant making a total prat of herself in the process.

“McDonalds?” Draco asked suspiciously as they pushed through the doors.

“This place is the shit. It's the best food ever.” Ginny looked over at Draco who was studying a nutrition facts poster.

He immediately made a face. “You can die from eating just one item of this shit,” he scowled.

Ginny shrugged. “I love this place; it's an American muggle fast food restaurant.”

Draco looked the menu over. “No wonder I never heard of it.” He frowned as Ginny took his hand and led him to the cash register.

“Hi! Welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?” a smiley cashier greeted. He looked over weight and his face was covered with ready to burst whiteheads and pimples. His dirty nametag read Steve.

“No you may not,” Draco growled, making Ginny quickly slap him before she smiled apologetically to the now frowning Steve.

“It's his first time here,” she said gently as if that explained everything. Steve nodded and his smile returned.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Draco scowled.

They ignored him.

“I would like a number eleven with no pickles, super-sized and a coke,” Ginny said quickly then turned to Draco.

“Uh, I'll have the same thing except what's super-sized mean?” he asked suspiciously.

“You get a bigger sized drink and French fry,” Steve said cheerfully. Draco gagged. “Well, people who like the food here, like me, like to have a super-sized meal,” Steve said matter-of-factly.

Draco looked him up and down and smirked. “I can tell,” he sneered, causing Ginny to backhand him.

“I think that's all,” she smiled. Steve told them how much and Ginny paid. A few minuets later they were eating in the crowded eating area enjoying their food.

“This is actually pretty good,” Draco said after he swallowed a bite of his double cheeseburger. Ginny smiled and took another bite.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned after swallowing and Draco looked up curiously. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned louder after taking another bite, attracting more than Draco's attention. “Oh, oh, uh, YES!” She breathed and threw back her head in ecstasy. Soon everyone had their eyes on Ginny who was pounding her fists on the table moaning and throwing her head back. “Oh god yes! Oh, mmmmm, yes! Yes!” She screamed and Draco began to feel his pants tightened and little did he know that every male 13 and up was sharing the same experience. In the background Draco heard a very flustered Steve ask and old lady what she would like. The old lady nodded towards the moaning redhead.

“I'll have what she's having.” She replied earnestly.

(One month before the wedding)

“No mum, I do not want a bacholerette party! Nor do I want a large wedding! Please Nacrissa tell her!” Ginny pleaded as the two older women argued over the wedding arrangements.

“There will not be a bacholartte party. Future Malfoy wives do not throw bacholarette parties, but we do have big weddings.” She sniffed. Molly shrugged.

“Okay, no party, but I think the flowers Ginny holds should be Lilies.” Molly told her.

“No, Lady Slippers!” Nacrissa growled.

“Lilies!”

“Lady Slippers!”

“Lilies!”

“Lady Slippers!”

“Red Roses!” Ginny screamed. Both women stared at her in shock. Ginny cleared her throat. “I was under the impression that this was my and Draco's wedding, not ours. I don't mind you helping out but don't take over!” Ginny lectured. Both women looked down.

“Red Roses sound lovely.” Nacrissa and Molly said at the same time. Ginny grinned.

“Well, I was thinking something more like red and black roses.” Ginny said off handedly.

(3 weeks before the wedding)

“Fred! George!” Ginny screamed as she slammed open the door to their room. Fred and George looked up.

“Why, whatever is the matter?” Fred asked innocently. Ginny threw a pile of her clothes at them.

“What does every single item of clothing say down to the last bra?” Ginny growled. Fred and George snickered.

“Well, I believe they read `Draco's bitch.' Dear sister.” George responded promptly. Ginny screamed.

“WHY!?”

“Well, since it says you'll be Malfoy's property soon-“

“Wait!” Ginny held one hand up to stop Fred. “What are you talking about? What says I'll be property?” She growled. Fred and George shared a look, which made Ginny angrier. When she married Draco she was so paying those two to keep away from her as humanly possible.

It helps to marry rich men.

(2 weeks before the wedding.)

“Gin, can I come in?” Ron asked through the door. Ginny looked up from her wedding dress catalog and sighed.

“No, I'm shagging my Latin lover and his mum.” Ginny told him in a bored voice. The door opened and Ron sat next to her on her bed.

“Have you told Harry and Hermione about the wedding yet?” He asked sternly. Ginny avoided his eyes.

“Well, um-no I haven't.” She said quietly.

“Ginny, I have a question.” Ginny looked up. “Are you pregnant? Is that why you're getting married to him?” Ron blurted. Ginny stared at him.

WHAT?!” She yelled causing Ron to flinch; she was using all her self-control not to hit him.

“It's okay Ginny, you don't have to marry Malfoy, you can marry Harry and-“Ginny shoved him off her bed.

“The reason I'm marrying Draco is because I love him! Now get out!” She screamed. Ron quickly got up and ran out of her room.

“Pinky!” Ginny called a after a while. A small female house elf with big floppy ears wearing a pink pillowcase appeared. Pinky was given to her by Nacrissa who doesn't believe in doing things herself.

“What does Miss. Weasley wish?” Pinky asked then bowed. Ginny thought for a moment.

“Firewhiskey, on the rocks.” She ordered.

(One week before the wedding)

“It's so nice to see you again Ginny!” Hermione greeted as she wrapped her arms around Ginny and enveloped her in a hug. Ginny hugged her back.

“It's nice to see you again too!” Ginny said enthusiastically.

“So has anything interesting happened over the summer?” Harry smiled as he came over to Ginny to claim a hug also.

“A little bit.” Ginny said mischievously.

“So where's Ron?” Hermione interrupted. “And everyone else? I'm not use to it being so quite in here.”

“They went into town.” Ginny told her nervously. Her family had left her with these two to tell them her `happy news.'

“Oh.” Was all she said.

“Um, I have something to-uh, share with you two.” Ginny said nervously. Hermione nodded as her and Harry sat on the couch looking at her expectantly.

“Well, I'm sure you two are familiar with Dr-Draco Ma-Malfoy right?” Ginny asked while looking down. Hermione and Harry gave her an `are you an idiot?' look before nodding. Taking a deep breath she said,” Well, I'm in love with him and we are going to be married a week from today.” Then she waited silently for their reactions: screaming, yelling, crying, and laughing…

Laughing?

Ginny's eyes widened as she watched Harry and Hermione falling over themselves laughing.

“Oh-oh god Ginny, you looked totally serious! You truly are a chip off the old Fred and George block.” Harry chuckled. Hermione held a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggles; her eyes held pure amusement Ginny felt the sudden urge to stab a quill in her neck.

“Why don't you believe me?” She asked crossly. Hermione and Harry stopped laughing for a moment to study her.

“Because it's a joke?” Harry asked nervously. Ginny stomped her foot.

“What's the matter? You don't believe Ma- I mean Draco could ever love m and marry me?” She asked, her voice rising. Hermione and Harry both shrunk in their seats, they weren't the first ones to admit they were afraid of the youngest Weasley.

“Y-You mean it's true?” Hermione asked feebly. Ginny nodded.

“Holy shit, why? What did Ron do to piss you off so much?” Harry asked flabbergasted. Ginny glared at him.

“What makes you think I'm mad at Ron?” She growled. Harry shrunk lower.

“Um-um because-because” Harry looked at Hermione for support.

“Because this is very sudden, and Ron tends to be a prat at times.” Hermione finished for him. Ginny grinned, Hermione had just gotten off her shit list with her “prat comment, how very Slytherin of her.

“So-um. The wedding is in a week?” Harry asked while looking her in the eyes. Ginny slapped a hand to her head.

“I think I said that already Harry.” She said in an exasperated tone.

“Ginny, I don't think this is a very good idea, I mean, well, look at his father! He is an abomination!” Hermione cried. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“What's that mean?” Harry asked curiously. Ginny and Hermione shot him death glares.

“Aren't you over doing it Hermione?” Ginny asked. Hermione just shrugged.

“Never underestimate incarnates of evil.” Ginny had had enough and she was ready to unleash her secret weapon.

“Yea, oh and Hermione, you're going to be my Maid of Honor, Harry, Draco grudging agreed to having you as one of his best men. Ginny told them. Hermione squealed and wrapped her arms around Ginny.

“Ginny! That's so sweet of you!” Hermione gushed.

Ginny smirked into her shoulder, there really was perks to marrying that Malfoy prat.

(Night before the Wedding)

“Ginny dear, how lovely to see you.” Draco greeted in a bored voice. Ginny glared at him and sat across from him.

“So, what did you as me here for Malfoy? I have to get back to um, everything.” Ginny said just as dismissively. Draco ignored her and set a dusty scroll in front of her. Ginny looked down at it and read:

Guidelines to being a Malfoy wife.

• A Malfoy wife is hereafter known as “property” of Malfoy husband

• A Malfoy wife must have one child and it must be male

• A Malfoy wife must never embarrass her Malfoy husband

• A Malfoy wife must accept any of a Malfoy husband's mistresses

• A Malfoy wife must always obey her Malfoy husband

• A Malfoy wife always looks her best

• A Malfoy wife must ABSOLUTLY be a pure blood

Ginny's mouth flew open.

“You don't expect me to follow this do you?” Ginny asked shocked. Draco backed away from her a bit.

“Of course, this has been in the family for-“He cut off when he saw Ginny throw it into the fire. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He screamed. Ginny smirked and stabbed it with a near by fire fork.

“This is what Fred and George were talking about.” She muttered before turning furiously towards him. “You listen here, I will not be property, I do not have to look my best, I will embarrass you anytime I damn well please and I will NOT obey you.” She poked her finger in his chest for good measure.

“Very well then, I guess you'll accept my mistresses?” He smirked. Ginny smacked him over the head with the fire fork.

“You will not have a mistress.” She said with a note of finality and stocked off. Draco rubbed his head.

“God damn bitch.” He muttered and looked up a couple of healing spells.

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