Ginny

It was amazing. Finally a night without dreams. The only weird thing is I could swear I heard Draco Malfoy's voice at some point in my sleep. Why was he telling me to wake up? I thought about this as I slowly started to wake up. Or it would have been slowly if I hadn't all of a sudden realized I was being smothered in blankets. I was sleeping under a tree in my wedding dress. This didn't make any sense.

I bolted upright to see that I was in a room far nicer then the Borrow and twice the size of the family room. I was in the biggest, softest bed I could have ever imagined with more pillows and blankets then I had seen in the whole of the girl's dormitory at Hogwarts. Where the hell was I? Apparently sleeping under that tree wasn't such a great idea.

Looking around I was a very nice inviting fire with a sofa in front of it. Seeing it I decided to go over and sit in front of the fire. Hopefully it would help dry out this stupid dress. With not knowing where I was or who was here there was no way I way going to just take it off and sit around in my underwear.

Right as I was about to claps onto the sofa I heard my name. Just a soft whisper. That's when I finally noticed that someone was sleeping right where I was about to sit. Not just someone but someone with platinum blond hair. There were only two people I had ever met with hair like that and I did not wish to see either of them. Maybe with some luck it would not end up being a Malfoy sleeping there.

But of course I have no luck. Well no good luck at least. As I looked at the person sleeping they rolled over saying my name in there sleep again. And my fears were justified. Draco Malfoy was the face that I saw.

"You have got to be kidding me. I am spending my fucking wedding night with YOU?"

I hadn't meant to say that out loud but the second Malfoy's eyes were open it was plan to see that I had.

"So that explains the white dress. I thought you were just trying to make a very bad fashion statement, or forgot that Halloween isn't for a few more months."

"What the hell am I doing here Malfoy? I was sleeping under a tree and you took me where exactly? Why did you take me anywhere? And why am I soaking wet?" I was so pissed off. I mean really this is just ridicules. I hate this stupid git.

"Watch your tone Weasley. This is my property and that tree you decided to sleep under is part of my property. Really only a total idiot would sleep under a tree when a storm was coming. You should be thanking me for saving you from hypothermia not getting pissed at just being in my presents you ungrateful twit."

There was no way there was a storm outside. It was so clear when I landed. I could believe that this was Malfoy property but not the storm.

CRASH

Ok I can believe that storm now. I have never heard thunder so loud before. It shook the whole house. Or was this a cabin? I did seem fairly small for a Malfoy home. There was no way this was the manor. It was nothing like how Malfoy always described it in his gloating over the years.

"Fine thanks for saving me from freezing. All though once it started raining I could have cast a heating charm. I would have been fine on my own. You still haven't told me where I am though."

"You are about a two minute walk from where you were sleeping. And no you wouldn't have woken up. Nothing I did before woke you up. The rain didn't even wake you up while I carried you. Just deal with it. I saved your ass. Lear to be grateful."

I would have just dealt with it if I wasn't for that stupid smug smile and wink he just gave me. Now I just wish he would have let me freeze. That stupid smile was what had made me have a crush on him in my second year. Now I was a grown woman. It shouldn't affect me in the slightest. But it did. It took all I had not to melt right there and thank him from saving me. Which in the safety of my own head I can admit he did in fact save me ass.

"Move over. I'm sick of standing here talking. Id rather sit if this is going to continue which I needs to because I have a few more questions for you. That and I need the fire to dry to stupid dress. I'm freezing standing here."

"Let me find you something dry to wear. Id rather the sofa IM sleeping on tonight not get all wet from you "stupid dress" as you called it. Aren't wedding dresses supposed to make girls happy? And if you're wearing one why the hell where you even off this way? You "house" if you can even call it that, is an hours fly away."

He asked all this while he rummaged through a dresser that I hadn't noticed until not. Great, if I wanted to warm up id be stuck wearing some of his stupid rich boy clothes. He though a pair of sweat pants at me along with an over sized t-shirt.

"Put this on. Bathroom is right there. Then you can come back and answer my questions. My house you answer mine before I answer any of yours."

Great. Like this night couldn't get any more weird or annoying now Malfoy was ordering me to put his clothes on so we could sit and talk.

That thought was driven out of my mind as I walked into the bathroom. Really a bathroom was such an inadequate name for this room. It was so big and amazing and well beautiful. I never thought id think that about a bathroom.

I didn't let myself linger long in the bathroom. So many things needed to be answered. So I striped out of my dress and put the clothes on as fast as I could.

"Where can I put this to dry?"

"Through it over the chair by the kitchen fire. Grab the glass off the counter. I think this is going to turn into a drinking conversation."

Another weird twist to the night. Draco almost seemed happy that we were going to be talking. But I couldn't lie. I could really use a drink right about now.

"Ok so what questions do you have for me? Make this fast. I think my question will be more interesting."

"Why were you wearing a wedding dress? I know most girls dream about there wedding but I have never seen a girl go gallivanting around in a wedding dress before. And you said something about this being your wedding night?"

Of course he goes right for the one thing I really don't want to talk about least of all with him.

"I was supposed to get married earlier today. Didn't work out. End of story. Moving on. My turn."

"Wait a second. That's not to full story. You're staying in my house I want to know what I'm dealing with. Take another drink and start from the beginning. That or ill get you drunk. That always makes people talk."

Stupid git. Fine I took my whole two fingers of fire whiskey as a hot and poured another for myself. I had two choses. Tell willingly and get myself drunk to sooth away the problems or having him get me drunk and spill my guts like an idiot. Option one sounded better.

"Fine but this bottle of whisky is mine. I'm going to need it to get through everything I think."

Shot down the second drink and poured the third.

"I was supposed to get married today. Got the dress, got the food, got everything. Everyone was happy and I should have been. Just couldn't get into it apparently. I got so far as to let Harry say his vows before I bolted. I told him I couldn't marry him and now I'm here. Spending what should have been my sex filled wedding night with you. And no sex. No nothing. So can I ask my question now?"

"No you still missed something. How did you end up here? And why did you "bolt" as you so eloquently put it."

"I honestly don't know the why. I just couldn't marry him. But I don't know what life will be like without him either. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. To answer you other question I don't actually have an answer for that either. I just needed to fly and ended up here. End of story."

"Fine Weasley. Go ahead ask your question. I don't think ill get anymore answers out of you anyway with the way your slamming that whisky. Not any answer that will make since anyway."

I had taken another shot while I was talking. I was not drunk. Far from him. I found it insulting that he would suggest otherwise. But I would not bring that up right now. I have something important to ask.

"Were you dreaming about me before I woke you up? You said me name twice. And not even Weasley. You said Ginny."

Please review. This so far was the funniest chapter to write. I already know the next will be better. I love getting review though. I don't know how to reply to them though. So to the person that asked if I'm going to make Draco into "Harry" like most people tent to no I'm not going to. Nicer then he was but far from Harry.