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Title: Sleeping in a Bed of Lies

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Ginny Weasley, a normal 21 year woman, has all she could ever want. But when Draco Malfoy shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night, with claims of marriage, he catapults her into a world full of lies and deception. Where she doesn't know who she can trust and who she can't.

A/N: I am redoing to this story because the other one wasn't so great, so please review and I hope that you like it. I know, this chapter is a bit short. I'm trying to make them a bit longer.

Sleeping in a Bed of Lies

Chapter One

Knock, knock.

Jumping up, Ginny breathed in heavily, her heart still beating fast. She had been dreaming; a dream she couldn't remember yet it still haunted her. And then something had woken her. Something like...

Knock knock.

The noise made her jump again as she realized the incessant knocking had not been part of her dream. The twenty one year old red head groaned, wondering who the hell could possibly knocking on her door at... Ginny looked at her clock.

...at 2:30 in the morning!

"Go away!" Ginny yelled, laying her head back down on her pillow, hoping that the person outside of her door would get the message. If it was that important, then they could come back later, not when she was trying to sleep. Yawning, Ginny rolled over in her large king sized bed.

Another knock.

"Fine!" Ginny called out to her mysterious caller. She quickly threw her sheets off of herself and grabbed a pair of jeans off of her mother's old rocking chair that sat next to her bed. As she made her way to the door, Ginny pulled on her pants underneath a large Chudley Cannon's shirt she had received as a Christmas present from Harry Potter last year. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes with another resounding yawn, Ginny ran a hand through her straight bright red hair trying to make her self the least bit presentable to the caller who had so rudely awaken her.

The knocking came again, more frantically now. Grumbling, Ginny turned on a light next to the living room couch, throwing shadows against the kitchen wall. Someone had better been in an accident, Ginny thought to herself, grumbling. What could be so utterly important that someone had to come for a visit in the middle of the night. Before her guest could knock again, Ginny pulled open the flat door, surprised at who stood before her.

"Malfoy?" she questioned unbelievingly, looking down either way of the hallway to see if someone was accompanying him, but he was alone. "What the hell are you doing here? What the hell..."

Draco Malfoy gave her a smile and leaned against her doorframe as if to tired to stand anymore. He barely looked like himself at all. His green robes were torn and ripped. They looked like they had been dragger across two continents. Draco's hair was matted against his forehead by sweat, not slicked back like the last time that Ginny had seen him. When was the last time she had seen him? Probably back at Hogwarts before he had graduated.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny repeated, anger surging through her. Draco Malfoy was standing on her doorstep, not saying a word, not even sorry about waking her in the middle of the night.

"It's wonderful to see you too, love. But to be honest, I thought that you'd be a bit more excited to see me." Draco said softly, the smug and charismatic air still in his voice as always.

"Why would you think that?" Ginny spat, bored by this mindless banter. "And may I ask what you're doing on my step at two thirty in the morning?"

"Where else would I be?" Draco asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Ginny, what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy to see me! This is a little unbelievable. I mean, I'm gone for a year and you seem upset rather than happy! Are you angry? "

"Of course I'm angry!" Ginny screeched, surprised by her own voice. "You don't just show up on a stranger's doorstep-"

"You're hardly a stranger," Draco replied, his voice lowered. "After all-"

"What? What excuse are you going to give me?" Ginny snarled, folding her arms over her chest. "Because, believe me, Mr. Draco Malfoy, unless you want to walk away from here limping, you had better have a damn good reason."

Draco's frown deepened. "Well, Gin-"

"Don't call me Gin!" Ginny warned, pointing her finger at him. "Only people I like call me Gin."

"Alright," Draco drawled sarcastically. "Madam Ginevra Weasley of Glenway Street, level three, flat number four. I am here because I want to come home."

"This isn't your home!" Ginny replied as she tried to slam the door. Draco's foot in the door frame stopped it however and he stepped inside. He was a good three inches taller and loomed above her, staring down at her.

"Oh, Ginevra, what the hell happened? Are you still mad? About the fight? It was over a year ago!"

"I'm mad because I don't want Draco Malfoy in my flat!"

"Well, I have a right to be here." he replied with a sigh, flopping down on her couch and crossing his legs contently. "I am your husband afterall, therefore half of this couch belongs to me. So does half of that footstool. Oh, let's see what's in the fridge! I own half of the that as well."

Ginny cut him off and he started towards the kitchen. "Excuse me," she laughed, pushing him backwards. "Rewind, please. What did you say?"

"That I own half of this couch. Lucky, too, it's quite comfortable."

"Not that..." Ginny said slowly, pushing him back down onto the couch. "About you being my...my..."

"Husband." Draco filled it with a nod.

"Yes, that."

"Well, there's not much to tell."

"You're lying, of course."

"Ginny?" Draco replied, touching her shoulder tenderly. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Did you bump your head or something? What is going on?"

"I need to sit down," Ginny panted, her head in a whirl. The whole room had started spinning and there was a large pain forming in her forehead. Only five minutes ago, everything had been alright. Only five minutes ago, she had been peacefully dreaming, without Draco in her flat.

"Ok, ok," Draco said nervously, gently sitting her down on the couch as she put her head between her legs. That was what her mum always told her to do when she felt like throwing up. "Water." she whispered. "I need some water."

"Right, right." Draco answered, nodding fervently as he rushed into the kitchen. From her awkward position, Ginny could hear the cabinets banging open and shut and the faucet running. How did he know where everything was? This was impossible. She needed help. She needed...Harry.