Princess Ginny was satisfied with her choice for a future husband. He was pale, blonde hair, and grey eyes. "Yes," she thought to her self, "The people of Hogsmede will surely fall in love with him." And the more witches and wizards that loved him, the angrier they would be when she arranged his death, framing the murder on Dumstrang.

("So they have a bloody war?"

"Again, shut up Charlie.")

"Come out of the heat Draco," she guided him into the carriage, two other people were there too. Her elderly father, Albus Dumbledore and her right hand man, Peter Pettigrew. Every one gave Ginny odd looks when they saw her and Peter together. Peter was small, always looking around as if someone was about to attack him from behind. Another odd thing about was that he only had four fingers on his right hand. The more Ginny thought about it, the more she realized that she only respected Peter for his curiousity of pain and torture.

"So Draco, what do you enjoy?" Peter's squeeky voice asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Hm? Oh," Draco drew his eyes away at the window to look at every one else. "Well, I like riding broomsticks, and er,"

"Oh that is wonderful!" Ginny said cheerfully, "I own many broomsticks, you may ride them if you please."

"Thank you you Highness." Draco muttered.

"Ginny. Call me Ginny." She reached out and grabbed his hand. "Pretending to care, pretending to care." Ginny thought to herself. Draco held her back, but Ginny didnt notice how upset he really was.

If Peter had his way, Draco would be strapped in the pit of despair right now. "He's weak," Peter observed, "I wonder how long it would take for him to crack." His left hand automatically went to twiddle with his stubbed fourth finger on his right hand. But of course, if Princess Ginny didnt agree to it, he wouldnt have had the pit of despair. His work area was hidden behind a tree that no one went near, the Whomping Willow. People believed it to be haunted because of the cries that came from the inside, yet, it was only Peter testing the machine on animals that Princess Ginny provided.

"Draco?" The future king looked up at him, his hand still in Ginny's. "By all means, tell us, why are you so upset?" Peter was good at know peoples emotions.

"I am not upset." Draco replied in a monotone, yet Peter could sense surprise. "Why would I be? I've been chosen to marry the future queen of Hogsmede."

"Yes you have been! Peter, let's not pressure our guest with questions like that!" She forced out a laugh he knew was fake. Even her fake laughs made Peter smile to him self. "No," he thought, "Ginny has chosen to marry someone other than you. Get over her."

("Again with the love!"

"Hang in there Charlie.")

Peter had loved Ginny practically all his life. But no matter, she never showed signs of loving him back. He forced his gaze away from Ginny, "the snake last one day, the boar three," the rest of the ride was in silence.

A year had eventually passed, and still the king hadnt died. Draco was grateful for this, this meant that he wouldnt have to marry Ginny.

("A year? A freakin year?")

As long as the king was alive, Ginny kept at bay. When Draco first came to Hogwarts Castle, he had nightmares and would wake up screaming in the night. For the first couple of days, Ginny would run into his chamber, trying to comfort him and asking what he dreamt about. But she soon gave up realizing that he refused to tell her. It was the same routine every day. Eat breakfast with the royal family, ride around on a broomstick, eat lunch somewhere far off, then come back, only to be swarmed by nightmares. Some of the nightmares were about marrying Ginny, very few were falling off his broomstick, but almost all of them were watching Harry die at the hand of the Dark Wizard.

"Oh Harry if only you were here," he said to no one imparticular one day, "should I marry Ginny? For you are dead and we never officially married. But yet, I love you, and swore never to marry or love any one again."

"Draco?" Ginny tapped on the door, then walked in. Draco looked away from the window. Ginny was wearing a bright gold dress, her hair was in red curls, and simple pearl studs were in her ears.

"Draco darling, today is the day that we pronouce you to Hogsmede."

"They already know who I am though,"

"This just makes it official my sweet. Now put on your best dressed robes. I hope to see you walking through the crowds in no less than a half an hour." She then left. Draco sighed, stood up, and grabbed the closet pair of dress robes in his closet. They were silver, which wouldve made his eyes pop out beautifully.

"Harry said he loved my eye color." Draco whispered, stroking the dress robes.

Half and hour later, Draco stood behind large metal doors, Ginny's voice booming through them.

"We all know that my father will soon pass on. But no worry!" She informed the crowd, "I have found us a new King, please meet my future husband, Draco!" The doors opened up, and Draco walked through the screaming crowd of citizens, all trying to touch his robes. Draco then stopped in the middle of the court yard, raised his wand, shooting black and green sparks in the air.

("Those are Harry's eye and hair color!"

"You are catching on Charlie!")