"Betray the Dark Lord."  He croaked out hardly believing that this was happening.  At a sad nod from his mother Draco's mind suddenly came to life.  There were so many thoughts running around he could barely make out what they meant.

Ginny was of a rather different opinion.  The last thing she wanted for her seventeenth birthday was to be married.  The letter hadn't even said who her fiancé was.

Flopping out of the fireplace, she found herself sprawled on the floor.  "Ginny?"  Looking up, she spotted Ron on the floor doing his summer homework and scowled.  "A little help please?"  Taking his wand out, he turned her feet back to normal and she sat up wiggling her toes gratefully.  "I take it it didn't go well."

She felt as if she had come to a very important realization last night that was all but useless.  She wanted a marriage not filled with hate, but how was she going to manage that when her husband was going to be Draco Malfoy?

“Just sit down and don’t be so defensive.”  Draco glared at her but did as she asked and plopped down on the edge of his bed.  Ginny almost went for the desk chair but realized this conversation might call for closer proximity.  Courageously she sat down next to him, a breadth of space still between them because his bed was queen sized.  He seemed a bit unnerved by her sitting on his bed, but he didn’t object so Ginny remained.   “First of all what exactly did you do?”

“Well it’s so nice to know that the whole school was hoping he’d get expelled and we’d have to live out our lives in the muggle world.”  Hermione winced and decided not to mention she wouldn’t mind if Ginny had to visit her husband in Azkaban.

Ginny blinked as it dawned on her how ridiculous her actions might seem and then decided Draco had just ruined what had been turning out to be a very sweet moment for them.  
Inspecting his wet hand he then looked at her and grinned.  “Come on, I think we both need candy and Butterbeer before we freeze to death.”  Well, maybe not ruined completely.