A/N: Nobody kill me for starting another story while others remain unfinished still, I swear I will update my others soon!
Ginny
Oh God, no.
This couldn't be happening. Please let this not be happening.
Ginevra Malfoy stared down in shock at the little piece of plastic that had just changed her life. Positive.
The little pink happy face that appeared on the pregnancy test seemed so ironic at this moment when everything in her life came crashing down on her. She stared in disbelief at the test for one more long moment, trying to wishing it away with her mind alone, before finally chucking it in the waste bin.
Ginny washed her shaking hands in her marble sink as she stared at the woman in the mirror. A beautiful woman of twenty-five stared back, her face as expressionless as she felt. A face as beautiful and empty as stone. A scoff escaped Ginny's lips, and knowing she probably picked it up from her beloved husband, it just irritated her that much more. Running her hands through her red locks in frustration; Ginny finally gathered her stray thoughts and pushed them to the side. She had a busy day ahead of her; she couldn't afford to worry about this now. Later.
The Malfoy's have a press conference in less then two hours, one requiring her presence, so Ginevra took a deep breath before starting her day as usual. She chose a classy but flattering black outfit, a few makeup charms and put her hair up in an elegant twist, completely looking the part of a Malfoy wife. After entering her own personal bathroom for her perfume, Ginevra threw one last accusatory glace at the waste bin, which was still the happy residence of The Test (as she was beginning to think of the damned thing) before once again taking a deep breath, pulling herself together, and exiting her rooms. Later.
"Ginevra, dear!"
Smiling genuinely at her mother-in-law as she made her way down the grand staircase towards the entrance of the Manor, Ginny observed that Draco still wasn't present. "Narcissa, how are you this morning?"
"Fine, thank you." The two women exchanged a warm hug.
"Where's Draco?"
"He said he'd meet us there just before the conference because he had other things to do..." It was a lie. On Draco's part, of course. Ginny had seen enough of them in the past seven years to spot one easily enough. Apparently Narcissa could too. Her mother-in-law actually looked wary, though Ginny was unsure if her concern was due to her son was pretending to have things to do early just to avoid being with his wife, or because the only communication Draco and Ginny had with each other seemed to be passed through Narcissa now a days. It didn't really matter, Ginny reflected, because both were true. Instead of soothing Narcissa's concerns, Ginny simply nodded.
"Then let's not be late."
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The conference was a success, as usual. Draco had finally appeared just minutes before they were due to begin, looking devastatingly gorgeous, with his publicist and his personal secretary, Daphne Greengrass, in tow. He gave his mother a quick kiss on her cheek, before turning and conferring with his publicist, with barely a glance in her direction. When it was time, they stepped out onto the raised platform together, smiling and pretending to be the perfect happy couple. He had given a speech concerning the new expansion of his business, answered questions, and she had played the part of the supportive and proud wife well. As soon as the meeting was over and the cameras were gone, the smiles disappeared and Draco promptly left her side, explaining as he walked away he would be home late and to not bother waiting up.
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As unbelievable as it may seem to her now, they had married for love.
They met (for the first time as allies) at a celebration hosted by the Ministry after the defeat of Voldemort and his followers, just one year after her graduation from Hogwarts. She was a member of the Order and he was one of their bravest soldiers in the Final Stand. That night he had been handsome, and charming, and she had been head-over-heels for him ever since. Their courtship had been a short one, and only a few months later, she had the Malfoy engagement ring on her finger soon to be followed by a perfect, fairy-tale wedding.
The first two years of marriage were bliss. Their honeymoon lasted a month and even when they came back to England they had been nearly inseparable, with frequent romantic dinners and get-away weekends. Witch Weekly, which had said when they had first began dating that the relationship couldn't work, became obsessed with news of the happy "Cinderella Story" couple.
But it turns out Witch Weekly's first prediction had been correct. Ginny couldn't remember a defining turning point at that point in their marriage, but change it did. Maybe it had been when Draco was forced to start spending all his time at work due to his company expanding and growing so rapidly, or maybe when Mrs. Daphne Goyle was widowed because of a horrific accident and became Draco's new stunningly gorgeous secretary , or maybe the relationship was just getting old, but whatever it was it changed, and not for the better.
As the years passed by, things only became worse. Draco became distant, always away on business trips or working late hours, while Ginny, hurting from neglect, lashed out at him when he was there, making him move even farther away from her. It was a downward spiral that Ginny found just powerless to stop, so eventually she stopped trying to meet him halfway. Narcissa had tried to convince them to try marriage counseling somewhere along the way, but that idea had been promptly shot down by Draco's publicist, saying that if news of the "happy couple" attending marriage counseling got leaked to the press, it would be bad publicity for business and the family. So their marriage continued to suffer.
Every part of her "Cinderella Story" had disintegrated, well, every part but one… They had always been mind-blowing in the bedroom together. In the happier years, they would spend all day around the Manor (after dismissing the help for the day of course) trying to find new surfaces and new ways to make love, laughing and joking the whole time. But even that was fading away now. He had taken to leaving for work earlier then before and coming home after she had already retired for the night, and her pride wouldn't allow her to wait up for him. It seemed too much like begging.
But tonight she had broken her rule and she was waiting. But not for mind-blowing sex. She heard his footsteps walk right past her room as she had many times before and he headed into his study. Perfect. Collecting her thoughts, Ginny quietly exited her bedroom and walked confidently down the hall.
After three quick taps on the wooden door of his study she opened the door and let herself in. Draco was bent over his large wooden desk, looking at some paper or another, and drinking a scotch. He looked up at her, looking neither surprised nor expectant. "Did you need something, Ginevra?" She would have to be deaf to miss the subtle irritation in his bored tone, and it only spurred her anger on.
"Yes." Her jaw was tensing, despite her attempts to remain indifferent. "We need to talk."
He looked at her for one long moment with his intense eyes, probably hoping she'd back down, but Ginny met his gaze head on. When he realized she wasn't going to sulk away, returned his attention to the paper he had been previously studying. "Can we not do this now?" His voice was as cold and sharp as ice and she inwardly flinched.
"Do what now? You don't even know why I'm here, Draco." She couldn't resist adding some extra venom when she spat out his name, but he didn't even flinch. He just regarded her as one would a misbehaving child.
"There are only two reasons why you're here: to fight or to shag. I don't have the energy for either right now, so you might as well leave." She tried to not her hurt show. He had just summed up their entire pathetic relationship in two angry sentences.
"Maybe if you stopped sleeping with your secretary every day, you would somehow muster the energy at the end of the day to talk with your wife once in a while." He scowled, she glared. This was not why she came here tonight, and if she didn't get herself back on track, they would both end up screaming and shouting, before one of them finally retreats, leaving them both to seethe in solitude. And that wasn't what she wanted.
"You know I'm not-!"
"I didn't come here to fight." She cut him off, before adding, "not about this anyways." He seemed surprised, because this was one of their frequent arguments, but he quickly cleared his face of even that.
"Alright." He leaned back in his leather chair, his silver eyes glaring and forbidden, just daring her to find something else to say. "What?"
She tried to even out her breathing, rearranging her expression to match the bored indifference his held, the only exception being his eyes. It was hard, but seven years gave her plenty of time to practice the Malfoy façade. Slowly, silently, she began walking towards his desk. Each inch seemed like a mile but every step she took was filled with purpose, with her eyes locked with his the entire time. When she stood directly in front of him, she placed another paper over the one he had been reading minutes before on his desk.
"Divorce me."
A/N: So what do you think? Should I keep going? I'm not sure how long this story will be, but I like it already. The next chapter will probably have another character introduced, and Draco's response to Ginny's, err… request!I'd love some feedback or suggestions from the readers!