I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to post this chapter. I haven't been home very much lately. But here it is.

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Chapter Three: Please Explain

He looked up from the floor to Ginny. "I think we need to talk."

Ginny looked at him and put as much hate into her words as she could. "I have absolutely nothing to say to you Malfoy." She turned and walked into the living room with her head held high, hoping it wasn't obvious that she had just been crying. She could hear Ron in the front hall talking to Malfoy.

"What are you doing in my house ferret? You have no business talking to my sister. You need to leave. Now. Just because we work together doesn't mean you can come to my house any time you like!"

"I do have business talking to your darling sister Weasley," Malfoy drawled. "I have something to tell her about her husband and my wife."

"Ron, maybe he should come in. This could be important. Please Malfoy, come in to the living room." Hermione said in a soft voice.

They stepped into the room and sat down, Ron and Hermione on either side of Ginny. Malfoy sat in a chair across from them and looked at Ginny.

He had seen her in the halls at Hogwarts, with her brothers and her friends, staying as far away as he could. He had always wanted to talk to her without anyone around, wanted to get to know her, and in the years after school, he could never understand that need. He couldn't understand why he had always wanted to meet with her in secret, but when he saw her again for the first time in years it all came flooding back. Her beautiful hair that looked like fire, her full lips that looked as if they would taste of chocolate, those kind caramel eyes that lit a fire inside of him every time she looked his way. He grew up being told he needed to hate people like her, but somehow he couldn't make himself do it. Because of that, he avoided her as much as possible all through school.

Then he realized he was staring. He cleared his throat and tried to think of how to begin. "You may not realize this Mrs. Potter, but your husband and my wife have been having an affair," he said.

"Yes, I do realize this Malfoy. I caught them on his desk last night. Is that all you wanted? Because I have things I need to be doing, children to take care of." Ginny stood and began to walk toward the door, only to be stopped by a hand on her upper arm.

"No, that's not all. Please sit back down," Malfoy said. He let go of her arm and sat back down.

Ron stood up and got in Malfoy's face. "Don't you dare touch her again!" Ron yelled. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder and he sat back down.

"Look, I'm not here to fight with you, Weasley. I'm here to tell you that your sister's husband and my wife have gone missing." Malfoy looked Ginny in the eye as he said this, trying to see how she would react. She reacted the way he had hoped. Her eyes went wide with shock, her knees went week, and she sat down on the chair next to her very hard.

"Missing?" She asked. "How could they be missing? I just saw them last night." She sat there, staring at nothing, as if the answer would appear out of thin air.

"Well, we have a witness who says he saw you leave the Ministry of Magic and heard Potter and Pansy fighting afterwards. The witness went back to work, he never saw them leave, Pansy never came home, and no one saw Potter after that. No one knows where either of them are." Malfoy said exasperatedly. He looked at Ginny, saw her sadness, and sighed. He hated to tell people that a loved one was missing, but for some reason, it hurt even worse to tell her. And he hated it.

"What are you doing to find them?" Hermione asked.

"I've come to talk to you. That's all so far. I'm the only one looking. It hasn't been long enough to report them missing, officially. Yet." Draco said. "That's why your husband didn't know anything about it. He's in command while Potter is missing."

"What can I do to help?" Ginny asked. Her husband was one of the people missing, so she felt she should help.

"Well, I suppose you could help me look, by talking to anyone you know that he's friends with. Although, as far as I can tell, you three are his only friends. As always." Malfoy rubbed his face. He was tired, he wanted to go home, and being here was draining his energy.

"I will talk to everyone we know. But I doubt they will have seen him. He doesn't spend much time with any of them unless he's with me." Ginny was staring at the floor, still trying to wrap her mind around this news.

"Anything you can find out might be helpful. But I need to leave. You know where to find me if you have any leads." He got up and started walking out of the room.

"Thank you." Ginny said, still staring at the floor.

Malfoy stopped and turned around. "You're welcome. And...I'm sorry" He walked out the door.