"What the fuck?"

Did I really just see what I think I saw? Beatrice's face immediately looks to the floor and her light skin has a faint blush, looking totally guilty. Why is she wearing that ridiculously short dress? What the fuck? Draco is looking at me dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open as they jump apart. I put my hands on my hips and glare at the two people before me. Anger is starting to surface through my shock.

I raise my eyebrow to Draco expectantly. He takes a step towards me but stops when he sees the look on my face. "I don't know what just happened. Its not what it looks like." He says and he does sound generally confused, but I'm not falling for the act just yet.

"It looked like you knew perfectly well what you were doing and it's hard to mistake a kiss for anything else, Draco Malfoy." I say surprisingly calm, when all I really want to do it hit something or cry. I turn to Beatrice. "What do you think happened? Since, Draco doesn't seem to know?" I snap at her.

She shuffles her feet uncomfortably. She knew exactly what she was doing. "I'm sorry, Ginny," she says as her eyes look up to mine. They have tears in them and I've never wanted to smack a woman more in my life. She shouldn't be the one crying. "It just sort of happened."

Draco shoots her a look. "It didn't just sort of happen." He bites out at her. He turns to me again. "I didn't know she was going to kiss me, Gin. I was kind of in shock." He's looking at me pleadingly and I feel numb.

Looking at them before me I feel very nervous and suddenly self conscious. Sneaking suspicions are starting to creep into my thoughts. Like, has this been going on for a while and I just didn't know? Draco has been awfully understanding towards the whole thing and Beatrice is beautiful. Is this her fault? Is it Draco's? Or is it neither of their faults and they just like each other… I don't like that. Draco takes my hand and I look at him blankly. These are the two people I trust most in the world and they just broke my heart. I'm not going to lie, it hurts.

I tear my hand away for him and he retreats like I had struck him. I take a deep breath and Beatrice tries to speak again but I bring my hand up to silence her.

"Draco is going to find you an apartment and you will be out by tomorrow morning." She starts crying harder and I am positively disgusted with her. "Don't worry, we'll set you up with an allowance or something, heaven knows you've earned it." I know it was mean, but I'm upset.

"Ginny…"

I turn to Draco. There are no tears in my eyes and I'm surprisingly calm. I've never exactly been this type of angry before and I know it's confusing the hell out my husband.

"Give me your Gringott's account access key." I tell him flatly. "I want to go shopping."

I walk out of the room to change but he follows me. "Ginny," he says. "We need to talk about this."

I reach our bedroom and walk over to the closet. "Nope," I say pleasantly as I step out of my clothes and pull a shirt over my head. "We can talk about it when I get back."

I pull on a pair of jeans and button them up. "Please," he begs as he grabs my arm. I pull back away from him quickly. "Don't leave. At least yell at me or something… I don't think I can take this calm treatment you're giving me now. It didn't mean anything; she was the one that kissed me. You have to believe me. Don't you trust me?"

I give him a pointed look. He's not the one who should be talking about trust, he barely even trusts me. "Draco," I snap as I bend down to put on a pair of shoes. "I'm going shopping, by myself." I add so he knows not to follow me. "and I'm going to spend an abundance of your money. If I stay here I might do something I'll regret later to you or... her" I don't even think I can say her name. "So give me the goddamn key so I can go."

He watches me like he wants to say something but he doesn't. I pull my hair up in a pony tail as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He reluctantly hands the small golden key over to me.

"Vault 67." He says and then holds on to my hand as he sets the key in my palm. "I'm sorry." He says quietly as he brings my hand up to his lips. He looks into my eyes as he kisses it and says against my skin. "I really didn't want this to happen."

I snatch my hand back. "Yes, well, I'm sure you could use this time to talk about that with her because you both seem a little perplexed by the whole thing." I grab my purse and put a few things in it as I walk to the door.

"Where are you going?" he asks with an edge to his voice. He wants to tell me to stop; he wants to order me to stay.

"I take it you can handle the kids while I'm gone?" I ask but I don't wait for an answer. I childishly slam the door on my way out. I need to get away from this house and cool down before I go insane.

X

"Why did you do that?" I ask a sobbing Beatrice as I storm back into her room.

She's sitting on the bed with her head in her hands and her shoulders are rising up and down.

"Tell me." I demand. I'm pissed that Ginny left and I have no idea where she went and it's this woman's fault.

She looks up to me with blood shot eyes. "I thought that you liked me."

"I'm married." I say spitefully. "I'm married to Ginny. Remember her? She was the one that tried to get you away from that fucking retard Flint, she was the one who took care of you and befriended you, she was the one that convinced me to let you stay." I put my hands on my hips and glare down at her.

"I'm so sorry. I know…" her voice cracks and she starts crying again. "I'm a terrible, terrible friend. I'm just so confused. I thought that you wanted me and you've been so good to me…." I don't say anything; I just stare down at this train wreck of a person. A little bit of sympathy flows through me for her, but I'm too angry to realize it.

"I was just being nice to you." I snap. "You will tell her that this is your fault, you will make this right."

Embarrassment fills her cheeks. "Do you think she'll forgive us?" she asks.

I don't point out that she's the only one who needs to be forgiven considering this is all her fucking fault. "She had better." I tell her and leave the room to find the kids.

X

I have been buying out almost every store I've been to, purposely picking up the most expensive, ludicrous things I can find. Like a five foot Dalmatian dog made totally out of diamonds and rubies. I hope Draco likes it. Spending his money is very therapeutic. I enter a little muggle café around the corner. I don't know much about wizarding Italy but it is expensive, perfect for what I wanted to accomplish, but I want to explore a little more of the city I live in. I actually have never been very far out side of the house.

I place all of my bags down in the chairs around my table and I order something to drink and some ice cream. My Italian isn't very good but I know the basics from living here so long. If Draco really knows the language as well as he says he does, I wonder why he never took the time to properly teach me, the freaking moron. I take a big bite of my ice cream and narrow my eyes thinking about earlier.

Perhaps it was stupid of me to leave them alone again. If they were really together then they could just carry on and if not I wanted to leave them with their awkwardness. I really don't know what to do now. I really don't think it was an affair, just a kiss… maybe. Hell, I don't know. I just know that Draco would throw a bitch fit if I kissed someone else like that. Too bad I can't lock him in his room for a week if he does something stupid. He and I are going to have a sit down and talk about what trust really is in this relationship. I had been so good to that woman…. Why would she try to kiss my husband!

I decide not to think about it anymore. When I'm done eating I pull out my sketch book and flip through the pages. I want to get distracted from my feelings right now. I'm not ready to go home just yet and it's nice to be by myself. A taste of independence and a break from the domestic life is bound to do me good. I think I've lost my identity along the way. I turn to a picture I drew of Draco a few months ago.

It took a lot of begging on my part for him to agree to be my model. He only had to sit down for about an hour but he acted like it was the end of the world. I never asked him again. I take out my supply kit so I can clean up the drawing that's lost some it's sharpness over time. My eraser and charcoal stick help me achieve the desired effect and when I'm satisfied I blow on it, removing the dust, and hold it up for better viewing.

"Cio e un disegno molto buono," says a deep voice behind me in Italian. I know buono means good, so he may be referring to the picture. I turn around to see who it was.

An older gentleman with dark olive skin is smiling at me. He's middle aged with white and gray hair peppering his temples and his teeth shine brightly against the darkness of his skin. He's wearing a light purple dress shirt and a tan suit that looks tailor made. I ask him if he can speak English and he nods his head.

"I said that drawing was very good." He says with a thick accent.

I close my sketchbook. "Thank you… I'm not very good really." I say modestly. Draco and Roman were the only people who've ever actually seen my drawings. Roman liked them… but Draco didn't seem to care much for them.

"May I?" he asks while holding his hand out to my book. I bite my lower lip nervously and he smiles. He removes the bags from the seat beside me and takes the red sketch book into his hands.

He takes a pair of glasses out of his breast pocket, placing them on the bridge of his nose, and he starts flipping through it; looking at the drawings with a thoughtful look on his old face. "These have a very specific style to them." he says in his Italian accent. "My name is Leo Dominiceo." He holds his hand out again and I shake it.

"Ginevra Malfoy." I say with a smile.

"So, Ginevra Malfoy, are you an artist?" he asks as he pulls a slender black cigarette out of his pocket and lights it up.

I laugh out loud and shake my head. "No, I'm afraid not and you can call me Ginny."

"Of course you are, Ginny." He winks at me. "If you find yourself sketching in a little café you most defiantly are an artist, whether you like it or not."

I smile at him. "If you say so."

"Who are most of these pictures of?" he asks as he points to some pages in the books.

I crane my neck to look at what he's referring to. "Oh," I say with a fond smile. "Those are my kids."

"Children? How wonderful. How many do you have?" he asks me.

"Three. Most of those in the beginning are of my oldest Cassius."

"You seem very young to have three children." He says with a smile. "I know it is a very rude question to ask a lady, but how old are you?"

Again I laugh. "I'm twenty three."

"My, you are young, are you not?" he laughs. "I barely remember that age." He says, "Who is this portrait of?" he adds while pointing to the picture of Draco.

"That's my husband."

"If this portrayal is correct, I would call you a very lucky woman." He says laughing and I smile.

"You have no idea." I say almost bitterly.

I see Leo check out one of the young waiter boys as they walk by and I have to stifle a laugh. He looks back down to the picture of Draco.

"He is very handsome then, no?"

"I think so." I say tightly, apparently Beatrice thinks so too.

"Well, you are a handsome woman, so you go together nicely," I snort at the compliment and he raises a quizzical brow. He pulls something out of his jacket pocket. "This is my business card. I own the Cario Gallery on Loropezia Street. I have some extra wall space in my new exhibition, I show mostly up and coming artists. If you have any work you would like to show me, I may put it in." He takes out a pen and writes his home phone number on the back. "I like to keep things personal with my artists."

I take it and blush. "Oh, I don't know if I'm good enough to be in a gallery." I say honestly.

He taps his fingers on my sketchbook. "You have a very good, raw style. Don't under estimate yourself, Ginny." He looks at his watch. "I should be going. It was good meeting you." He says and shakes my hand again.

I watch with a smile on my face as he leaves. I never thought of doing much outside of being Draco's wife and being a mother… I'm Ginny again, just Ginny. It makes me giddy with happiness and then I remember I have to go home… and deal with that stupid mess at there. My smile turns into a frown within seconds.

X

"Come on baby sister, you can do it." That voice belongs to Cassius and I follow it into the play room. "Just move your hands and legs, like this." He says.

I walk in and see him on his hands and knees crawling around in front of Lavinia. She's sitting up watching him clearly amused by his antics. She gets in the same position and moves her body back and forth a little bit, trying to copy him. After a few tries she gives up and grabs a toy beside her.

Cass sighs loudly and stands up. "She ain't never going to crawl."

"Don't say ain't, Cassius. It's unbecoming… and she'll start crawling when she's good and ready." Says Draco from a chair on the other side of the room.

He hasn't noticed me in the door way. None of them have, so I take a moment to watch them. Draco is sitting with his legs crossed and the news paper on his lap. He's reading it closely, his right elbow is resting on the arm rest and his hand is messing with a lock of his hair absentmindedly. Cassius has given up on getting Lavinia to crawl and is laying on his stomach like she is, playing with her. Gavin is no where to be seen.

"Are you gonna find me yet, Daddy?" says an annoyed voice from behind the couch.

His eyes don't leave the paper. "You're too good, Gavin. I can't find you." He turns the page and I cross my arms.

"I'm a good hider." Says his proud little voice from his hiding spot.

"Yes, you are." Draco says offhandedly.

He doesn't lift his eyes as I walk into the room, towards the couch. "I found you." I say as I jump behind it and scoop him up as he screams.

He starts laughing. "Mommy!" he hugs my neck. "Daddy couldn't find me forever."

"Daddy's not as smart as I am." I say as I poke his nose. I let him down and turn to Draco who is now paying intense attention to me. The paper is on the floor beside his feet and his body's tense. "How long has he been hiding there?" I ask him with a slight edge to my voice.

He shrugs. "Not very long." He watches me closely, waiting for my next move.

I cross my arms. "Where is she?" I say still not able to say her name out loud.

"In her room." He says uncomfortably.

I nod my head tightly. "Well, I'm going to bed." I say and walk out of the room towards our bed room.

I take out everything I bought during the day and throw it on the mattress. I start sorting through everything and putting it away in drawers and the closet. I'm hanging up a ten thousand dollar dress when I hear someone enter the room.

"Ginevra?" It's Draco.

"I'm busy." I tell him. I start hanging another dress.

"What the hell is that?"

I smirk knowing what he's referring to. "It's a diamond and ruby studded Dalmatian. I bought it for you." He's quiet for a few minutes.

I hear him cuss and a second later he appears in the door frame to the closet. "What's this?" he asks accusingly. I look at what he's holding; it's the business card I got earlier. That bastard went through my purse. Talk about trust. "Who is Leo Dominiceo?" His voice is sharp and I narrow my eyes at him. He will not be spinning this around on me.

I turn around and shrug. "Just a guy I met while I was out."

"Just a guy?" he hisses at me, his jealousy breaking through.

"He liked my drawings." I tell him and push him aside so I can walk back into the bed room.

"Oh, I bet he did." He says nastily. "Why did he feel the need to give you his card?" he turns it over. "With his phone number? This 'guy' must be a muggle."

"Are the kids asleep?" I ask, pretending like I didn't hear his question.

"Yes, they are, now answer me."

"Why should I?" I ask and send a look over my shoulder. "Don't you trust me?"

I have to stop myself from smiling when I see the emotions flash before his eyes. He doesn't like it when things are turned around on him.

"I didn't kiss her back but she kissed me. It happened and I'm sorry. I can understand why you're mad but you have to trust me. I would never hurt you like that." He says.

"I want you to take the fidelity charm off of me." He doesn't say anything. "Draco, if you expect me to trust you, then you have to trust me."

"Why? So you can get back at me by fucking this Italian guy?"

"What the hell Draco!" I yell because he has successfully upset my temper. "You know I'd never sleep with anyone but you." I walk up close to him and grab the card. "This Italian guy did like my drawings and wanted me to put something in his Gallery. Before you say anything hateful, let me tell you that this Italian guy has no alternative motives because one, he's nearly forty years old, and two, he's gay."

He doesn't believe me but he's wisely keeping his mouth shut.

I'm standing too close to him. It always makes me want to forgive him. "I believe you." I say lightly. His eyes look into mine. "I believe that you didn't want to kiss her." He smiles and is about to say something but I cut him off. "but that doesn't mean that I'm not upset. So, I'm going to sleep and I don't want you to touch me."

He nods his head and we go to bed. I wake up in the morning in his arms. Damn him.

X

I decided to leave work early and come home around lunch time. That's the nice thing about owning your own company; you can pretty much do whatever the hell you want. I walk through the house, trying to find Ginny. I almost didn't leave this morning when I woke up and found her snuggled against my chest. Old habits die hard I suppose. I've taken care of everything she wanted me to so Beatrice will have someplace to stay.

I walk past the library and I notice the door is open. I peak in and find her. She's sitting in one of the window seats reading a book. She looks so peaceful and content and the sun is brining out golden highlights in her red hair. I almost walk in when another door opens and Beatrice enters. I decide to watch.

"Ginny?" Ginny snaps the book shut and turns to her. "I think we need to talk." Says Beatrice timidly. Ginny doesn't say anything, she just watches the other woman blankly. "Look, I'm really, really sorry for what I did."

"I'm sure you are."

Beatrice looks at her shoes. Did she really think it would be that easy? "I know what I did was bad but I want us to be ok. You're the only friend I've had in such a long time." The end of her sentence cracks with a sob.

"Why did you do it then? You know how much I love him." Ginny's voice sounds hurt but I feel a smile on my face at her confession.

There's silence for a long time. "I thought he liked me." Says Beatrice, barely above a whisper, and I roll my eyes.

Ginny stands up and places a hand on her hip. That was not the right answer. "That didn't answer my question." She snaps. "Even if Draco was in love with you, you still shouldn't have tried anything with him because you are supposed to be my friend!"

"I am your friend!" the other woman yells desperately. "It didn't go any farther then that one kiss and Draco…. Well…" she stumbles off but I'm hoping that she's going to say that it wasn't my fault that I didn't want to kiss her and it would never happen again. "He was the one that kissed me."

What the fuck? I have to stop myself from storming in there and yelling at this woman but I refrain. Wanting to see what Ginny will say, if she'll trust what I've told her.

"That's a lie." Says Ginny in a dark voice, this is bound to turn ugly.

Beatrice shakes her head. "No, it's not. He was always hitting on me and doing nice things for me. Why do you think he was in my room? He was the one who started this whole thing." I know she's trying to pass blame on me to try to save herself, but honestly, it's only going to make things worse.

"How could you?" hisses Ginny as she throws the book on the ground. It lands with a loud thud. "After everything I've done for you. How could you do this to me!" tears are making their way into her eyes and Beatrice tries to say something but Ginny cuts her off. "I suggest we be civil for the sake of our children, because they shouldn't have to be brought into this but that's as far as I'm willing to go right now."

"Please, Ginny. Don't be mad at me." Beatrice goes to touch her but Ginny flinches away."You're my only friend."

"You should have thought about that before." Ginny hisses. There's a dangerous gleam in her eye right now and I wonder if she'll hit this other woman.

Beatrice turns around and buries her head in her hands. "I ruin everything. Here I am pregnant, a single mother, and alone with out anything in the world and I do this. I ruin everything."

I watch in disbelief as this unfolds before me. Ginny is the wronged party here but Beatrice is the one crying hard, trying to find sympathy. I look to my wife to see what her reaction is. She looks disgusted at first and then, after a loud sniffle, she face softens a little.

"I forgive you." She says after a long sigh causing the other woman to turn around. "I don't think you did anything maliciously." She tells her and I raise an eyebrow. She really is too nice sometimes.

"So we can be friends again?" Beatrice asks hopefully.

"I think we need to take a break from each other for a while."

Beatrice gives her a small smile and attempts to give her a hug but Ginny tenses her body and doesn't respond. "Right, well, I think I'm going to go check on my children."

"Good idea." says Ginny flatly. Beatrice walks towards the other door from which she came but before she opens it Ginny says something that makes me smile. "Beatrice," the other woman turns around. "If you try something with my husband again, I won't be so forgiving next time."

Beatrice leaves quickly and Ginny slumps back against the window seat. I enter but she doesn't look at me.

"Why can't I ever have just a normal, good friend who doesn't go around hurting me all the time?" she asks as she looks out the window.

"I'm sure there are some out there waiting for you." I say as I take a seat in one of the chairs a few feet away from her. She probably doesn't want me so close right now.

She turns to me. "Be honest with me," she says as she wipes some tears with the back of her hand. "You don't want her, do you?"

"No," I tell her truthfully and my eyes automatically look to her lips. "I could never want anyone else but you." My voice is low and lustful.

She watches me for a while and then she stands up. She takes out her wand and locks the doors as she walks towards me. I sit back to accommodate her as she straddles my lap and kisses me roughly on the mouth. Her hands thread through my hair as I place my hands on her hips.

She pulls back. "Make love to me, Draco." She says as her eyes look deeply into mine.

I know she needs me to show how much I love her and how much I still want her. I pick her up and throw her across the couch before I fall on top of her. I fully intend to show her how desirable I find her.

X

"We should probably move." I say against his neck.

"I'm perfectly content right here." He says tiredly as he holds me a little tighter.

"I'm sure our children are wondering where we are." I say as I sit up, still on top of him and stretch my upper body. "We've been in here for a while.

He watches me fondly with a smile playing on his lips. He puts his arms behind his head and smirks. "So, did I successfully please you, my lady?"

I roll my eyes at him and use his chest as leverage as I climb off of him. I start getting dressed. He, on the other hand, doesn't move. He just watches me… it's a little annoying. I pick up his pants and throw them at him. "Get dressed." I tell him.

I hear him laugh. "Just a little bit ago you were saying the exact opposite thing." He says smugly. "I wish you would make up your mind. I can barely keep up with you."

I ignore him and put on my shoes. We're still in the library and the kids are bound to be looking for us. I stand up and begin buttoning up my shirt. Draco steps behind me and removes my hands. He takes up where my hands left off and his breath is warm against my neck.

"Are we okay now?" he asks deeply as his fingers work their way up my shirt.

I nod my head, willing my body not to respond to his closeness. We need to leave the library; we have been in here much too long. When he buttons the top button he kisses my cheek and steps away.

"I don't want you to contact that muggle Italian you met yesterday." He says seriously. "I don't care if he's old and gay.I don't want you to." I don't say anything, not wanting to start another fight just now. "Did you hear me?" he asks.

"I heard you." Is all I say and there's a silent pause between us.

"We're moving to England." He says lightly. I turn around and see him pulling up and buckling his pants.

"What?" this is a big decision that he just sprung on me.

"You know I've wanted to go back… but things got in the way. I start campaigning soon and I want to be back in my homeland."

I watch him carefully as he puts on his shirt. "When?"

He looks at me. "As soon as possible."