Prologue

Rain poured down.

Ginny Weasley cuddled herself on the couch of the house she had been living in with her husband of the past two years. Tears trickled down her face as she listened to the snores of her husband two rooms away from her. Her mind was on fire with self-hatred and disgust as she thought of the events of two weeks past. Bits and pieces stuck out like sore thumbs while the rest remained a mystery even to her. She had chalked it up to having too much to drink and left the feelings of pain and the remaining hangover to that; however something was terribly wrong and she hated herself for not being able to remember. Her blood ran cold; she didn't know what to do. A part of her wanted to scream out to the man who had shared his bed with her, but the rest of her knew that if she tried to explain to him what she thought had happened the very foundation of trust they had built up would be diminished, forever shadowed in questions and suspicion.

Her husband rolled over in his bed, causing her to jump in fear that he would awaken and ruin what she had planned to do next. She sat silently, and when his breathing steadied she returned to her thoughts. She attempted to dry her eyes with her hands, though she only managed to smear the tears around her face. She held her breath in an attempt to build up the courage for what she was about to do next.

"Goodbye, my love," she whispered silently as she laid the divorce papers on the counter and apparated out of the house.

The sleeping Draco Malfoy awoken as a deafening "bang" sounded through his house.

"Ginevra?" he called as soon as he realized that he had been sleeping in his bed without the company of his wife. When she didn't answer he figured that she had probably just apparated to work early, and he fell back into silent slumber, unaware that he wasn't ever to see his wife again.

Draco woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He basked in the peaceful quietness that engulfed the house. His owl, Archimedes, flew in and dropped his copy of The Daily Prophet off on the counter. Draco picked it up and moved into the living room, taking a seat on the couch as he did so. Opening up the paper to read it, he realized that he had picked up something along with the newspaper; something foreign.

"Damn it!" he yelled as he read through the divorce papers that Ginny had left him. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but anger replaced them. Ginny had left him, but why, he asked himself. Their problems were minimal, both in the financial sense and the emotional. As he thought about it, the only answer he could muster up was that Ginny had left him for someone else; for someone better. As his anger built, a hint of red could be seen in his otherwise unexpressive eyes, and he did the only thing he could thing to do; he set out to find her.