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Summary: Draco and Ginny are in an equally disliked marriage together. However, over time she comes to love the cold hearted Slytherin, but he appears not to notice her. Or even care for that matter. He isn't the most faithful of husbands and she's had enough, and decides two can play that game.
Green with Envy
It felt great, finally feeling as if she was doing something with her time, rather than just sitting in the Manor, bored mostly. Now, Ginny was busy with getting the Orphanage underway. The building they found wasn't in the best shape, but with a few spells and a little bit of work, it looked as good as new. The only thing now was setting things up and finding the children, but that shouldn't be too hard. She also had to find people to work and or volunteer their time; her mum was already helping out a great deal.
Ginny walked out of her office, having just finished a letter to Witch Weekly, stating that she would be resigning as she had set her eyes on other things in life now. She would miss writing, but this was better, it's what she wanted to do. The new building was quiet, aside from the sounds of workers putting things in their place. She couldn't wait to hear the sounds of children screaming and laughing. It would give her a feel of being back at the burrow.
She walked into a room that had beds but no sheets, and so she pulled her wand out from her pocket and pointed it towards the cupboards that the sheets and comforters were kept in. She had learned many cleaning spells from her mum, after needing to help pick up after her brothers it all came so easily to her.
Upon hearing a loud knocking noise, she turned to see where it was coming from, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets at what she saw. There stood her husband of three and a half months. She felt as if her heart stopped for a moment, he never showed up here. As far as her knowledge went with him, he didn't like children, nor did he care about this orphanage.
"D-Draco, what are you doing here?" She asked, tucking her wand away in her back pocket and moving her hair out of her face.
"Mum sent me over to have a look at things," he said, pushing himself away from the door frame and walking into the room.
Figures, she thought, Narcissa had to tell him to come.
"It looks as though things are coming along very good, Malfoy money well spent." Ginny wondered if that was all he thought about, the Malfoy name. Did he sit in his office, scribbling it on a piece of paper? He seemed to be so in love with it.
"Thank you, I've been working long and hard with the others, we should be opening it in a few weeks," she told him before softly biting her lip. "I do hope you can at least make it to the opening?"
Draco nodded his head, "I suppose I can," he replied, cheekily. "I also came here on some behalf of my own." He started to walk around the room, watching as the pillows on the beds were fluffing themselves. "There is a Ministry Ball this Saturday, April the 5th, and the two of us have been invited to attend."
"That sounds nice," she said, wondering when conversations had ever been so awkward. Then again, this was her husband who she had only kissed one time and never slept in the same bed with.
"If you need new dress robes or anything, father has already set up an account for you in our Gringotts bank account," he said as he opened a cupboard, looking to see what was inside, as though he was inspecting the place.
Ginny gritted her teeth, trying to keep the conversation civilized. It may have seemed like a nice gesture, but to her she felt as if he were saying that she would need the money, which she didn't. "Thanks," she replied, taking the chance to roll her eyes as his back was turned to her.
"Ah, well that's settled," his voice sounded so official, as if he had just closed a deal with a client rather than set something up with his wife. "I'll be home for dinner tonight, see you then." And with that, he walked out of the room.
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Ginny found herself linked to her husbands arm, walking into the ballroom in which the event was being held. She felt her cheeks becoming tinted with pink as she all eyes fell on her. This was basically their first outing as a married couple, in front of everyone at the Ministry.
"Mr. Malfory, Mrs. Malfoy," a man said, stopping in front of the two, causing them to stop walking as well.
Ginny smiled at the man, whom she did not recognize. "Ginny, this is Douglas Taylor, he works in the Department of Mysteries." Draco rarely said her name, she realized, and hearing it sounded quite strange.
"Hello Mr. Taylor, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said in a polite voice, shaking his out-stretched hand.
"Gin, love, if you would excuse us, I do believe Mr. Taylor and myself have a few things to catch up on," Draco smiled brightly at her as he said this, which she could only nod her head to. Draco took the hand from out of the crook of his arm, bringing it to his lips to kiss before pulling her in closer to him, and laying a chaste kiss on her lips.
Ginny knew it was only for anyone watching, but she wanted to convince herself that it wasn't. Since the day that Draco showed up at the orphanage, she told herself that there had to be more to him, and she made a little more effort at home to speak with him, though half of her attempts failed. As he was either tired from work, or just didn't feel like talking to anyone. He seemed to brood a lot, something she greatly resented about him.
Draco and Mr. Taylor headed off in the direction of the wine table and that was the last Ginny saw of them before turning around and wondering if there was a place to sit. She had only ever come to a Ministry ball once when she was little, when Fred and George had the Chicken Pox and she and Ron needed to be out of the house and there was no one else to watch them, so they were forced to go a long. So long ago she knew nothing about what was going on and spent most of her time under a table with her brother.
That was completely out of the question; imagine if someone found her under there? She would be the laughing stock of the ball! Although it was comforting to go back to things once done as a child, she knew she couldn't. With such rich and snobby people attending this thing, she knew the only reason they were remotely nice to her was because of the ring on her finger and who it said she was married to.
Ginny walked over to the table where there were small finger foods, not even in the mood for food, but she didn't want to just stand there and look like a dolt. Feeling her hand being grabbed and pulled, her immediate reaction was to snatch her hand away but turning around she saw that it was just Draco. "Finished with that Taylor gentleman?" She asked, not even caring what his reply was.
"Yes, it was a little pish posh," he told her, with a faint smile on his lips as he took her hand in his, and placed his other around her waist. "You can dance right, Weasley? I know your brothers have two left feet." He began guiding her around the dance floor, his feet moving so swiftly.
Ginny gritted her teeth, "I am wearing heels, Malfoy so I suggest you lay off with the jokes about my family as I'm sure with enough force this heel could break a toe or two," she threatened, having enough of the jokes. "And I am a Malfoy now too, if you didn't notice, so stop the Weasley shit."
Draco arched a blond eyebrow, was she really speaking to him like that? He could hardly believe it, she was a feisty one. "Are you telling me what to do?"
"I believe I am, love."
Her husband chuckled softly, using his hand around her waist to pull her even closer to him, his face moving down towards her ear, "I advise you never to speak to me like that again, Ginevra. I'll see you at home," he kissed her on the cheek before letting go of her and walking away for the second time that night. Whenever she was with Draco, he always had the last word, and she was a little fed up with it.
If someone were to ask her if she loved her husband, and she said yes she would be lying, though she couldn't deny that she was rather fond of him. However, he never made any attempt to show her that he felt even remotely the same. Their conversations were always short; she spoke to her mother-in-law more than her husband.
Ginny walked off the dance floor and towards the exit, grabbing her robe on the way out of the ballroom. She didn't know where Draco went, nor did she care but she wasn't going back to the Manor tonight, she didn't take being told what to do lightly.
As soon as Ginny was outside of the Ministry she Apparated over to the Burrow, loving the 'I'm Home' feeling it gave her. She took her robe off and tossed it onto the couch, it was just nearing 10 O' Clock so she figured her parents were already in bed. She walked up the stairs to her room, at the very top, trying to be as quiet as she could but the old wooden floor creaked with each step she took. On the landing of her parents' room she saw a light turn on from underneath the door, heard some footsteps and then the door opened.
"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Her father asked in whispered voice, tying his robe on the side.
"I was just stopping by for a little while," she told him, truthfully. It wasn't like she was planning on moving back in or anything.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine dad, Draco and I were at a Ministry Ball but I was getting a slight headache and decided to head home, but I wanted to check on you two." She said, half lying this time.
"We're fine, though your mother has been feeling very tired lately from all the work she's been doing."
Ginny frowned; her mother didn't tell her she wasn't feeling well. If she knew that she wouldn't have asked her to help so much. "Is she okay?"
"Of course, dear, just keep it down, whatever you do," he said, walking to her and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight dad, I love you."
"'Night Gin, love you too." He told her before turning around and walking back into the room.
Ginny continued on her way up to her room, closing the door softly behind her. It had been a few months since she had been in her old room, the one at the Manor was much larger, but here she had so many memories. Sighing, she took off her shoes and lay down on her bed, also small in comparison to the one at the Manor. She had already worn the bed in and it just felt right being in it. Looking outside she could see the moon perfectly, which was the only source of light provided to her many times.
Turning on her side she closed her eyes, telling herself she'd wake up in a few minutes and floo back to the Manor.
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Opening her eyes, she blinked a few times before rubbing them and stretching. She frowned, knowing she had a good sleep but she felt uncomfortable. Looking down she realized that she had on an extravagant sort of dress and her eyes opened wide, she had fallen asleep and now it was morning. She pushed her blankets off of her, not bothering to fix her hair or anything but just grabbing her shoes and Apparating outside of Malfoy Manor, as the wards were put up on the house, but not outside of them.
She felt around for her wand and realized it was in her robe pocket, and her robe was back at the burrow. She muttered a few swear words before just walking up and raising her arm to knock on the door. Just before she could knock the door was swinging open, and she momentarily wondered if she was at the right house. A woman with long brown, tousled hair, which probably matched Ginny's, was at the door, on her way out…with Draco standing behind her.
Ginny's mouth nearly dropped open in shock, she didn't even know what to say or do. She had never been in a situation like this before! The woman turned to Draco, standing on her tip toes to kiss him on the lips, "I'll see you around, Draco." She said with a soft wave before walking down the stairs, not even paying any attention to Ginny standing there.
Ginny was faintly aware of the sound of the Apparation noise but her brain didn't seem to be working. "Are you coming in or not?" Was his only reply.
"Is that all you can say?" She managed to get out, stepping into the manor and throwing her shoes onto the floor.
"What else is there to say? If I told you 'It's not what it looks like' that'd be a lie."
Ginny shook her head, wondering just what the hell she had gotten herself into when she agreed to marry this man. "Why?" She asked, forcing her eyes to not to water.
"Our honeymoon didn't lead me in the right direction in that area of marriage and besides, it was just a shag."
"It didn't lead you in the right direction!?" She shouted, not caring who heard her, "Draco Malfoy you never asked to shag me! Bloody hell if you would have maybe this wouldn't be such a fucking horrible marriage!" She was so angry; she swore she could feel the blood boiling in her body. With a low growl she shoved him so hard that he stumbled backwards quite a bit, but she didn't bother to see if he fell or not. She turned and ran down the hall, not caring if she got lost in the bloody house. Draco Malfoy was a sodding prick and she hoped he got what was coming to him.
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Hmm, I shall leave you here! Though it is a little short, I wanted to stop here, muhaha. Thank you to EVERYONE that reviewed the last chapter, they really made me smile and as you can see, it made me update so much more quickly. I would like to give a big Thank You to my new Beta, Britney who is absolutely amazing. Without her I'm pretty sure you all would have looked at this chapter as if it were in Greek or something [haha]. Next chapter up as soon as I can, don't forget to review!