"So is it to be divorce, then?" Ginny asked quietly, watching him lean against the bed frame like a rabbit eyeing a hawk.
"Divorce?" He laughed quietly. "After spending the last few years intimating you with all the particulars of my life, you think I'm going to sign a few papers and release you into the great, wide Wizarding world to betray me further?"
Ginny slipped off her gloves, slowly pulling the silk over her forearms. "I could take it to the Wizengamot," she said bravely.
He leaned over and caressed her head tenderly. "You could, but I have a lovely bit of evidence that you've been a very bad girl. And if your darling Order friends are capable of framing me, just imagine what my father's friends could do to your reputation?"
He paused and kissed her forehead. The gentle caress turned into a vice-like grip at the base of her neck as he leveled his eyes with hers. "You're not going anywhere, and you know that."
Ginny swallowed. "I can explain—"
"Oh, you'll explain," he whispered, his eyes glittering angrily. "But first, you need to wipe any notion of divorce from your pretty little head." His fingers had slipped into her hair, and his tightening grip brought tears to her eyes.
"Consider it gone," she hissed angrily. "You're hurting me, Draco."
He sneered. "You're going to have to do a bit better than that."
Lifting his other hand, he cupped her face, smoothing his thumb across her freckled cheekbone. "Let's see—I think it was 'to have and to hold, for better or worse,' right?"
Ginny nodded slowly, and he smiled, his expression unreadable. "So however shall you prove your undying loyalty to me, Gin? Because I'd so hate to make it 'worse'."
Ginny glared at him. "You tell me, you conceited—"
He slipped his hand over her mouth. "I'd rather not start by taming your tongue," he said smoothly, trapping her head neatly between his hands. "Why don't I give you some time to think it over, and then we'll see if divorce is still in your vocabulary?"
He bent closer and slipped his hand away from her mouth, sliding his thumb against her lips to part them as he leaned in for a gentle, firm kiss.
With that, he stood and left the bedchamber – locking the door behind him.
A/N: Yes, this decidedly unhealthy relationship is a continuation of the arc from drabble #2.