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Title: Sleeping in a Bed of Lies

Rating: PG-13

Summary: When Draco shows up on Ginny's doorstep one night bringing with him claims of marriage and deception, Ginny is thrown into a world where she can never be sure who to trust and who to fear...

Author: Punk up the Volume

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Sleeping in a Bed of Lies

Chapter Two

"Harry..."

"Harry."

"Harry!" Ginny yelled into Harry Potter's ear. Harry let out a yelp as he sat up quickly.

"What, what is it? I'm awake, really," he said, groping for his glasses that lay on the table next to his bed. Ginny quickly handed them to him and the twenty two year old stared at her, wondering why she was next to his bed at 3:00 in the morning.

"Ginny," he said, yawning as he stretched his arms. "It three in the morning...are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright," Ginny burst out crying. The anger and confusion that had been building up for the last half hour exploded out of her as she sat on the edge of Harry's bed, tears flowly rapidly.

"Ginny?" Harry asked gingerly with a worried look on his face. He quickly reached over and turned on the lamp, the light flooding the room and stinging his eyes. Harry pushed the covers off of himself and farther down the bed and moved his legs over the bed, sitting next to Ginny. "What's wrong?"

"Draco Malfoy is my problem!"

Harry jumped up, and pulled his tangled covers off of him. "What did you say?" he questioned, pacing in front of Ginny only in a pair of boxer shorts. Normally, Ginny would have been enthralled by the sight, but after the night's recent events, she really didn't have the time to admire Harry's underwear.

"Malfoy, he's in my apartment!" she cried, wiping the tears from her now dry eyes. "He says we've been married for two years and I nearly fainted and he got me some water and he knew where the glasses were. Harry, how did he know where the glasses were?"

"What glasses?"

"My regular water glasses! I keep them in the cabinent next to the fridge and he went right to them. He's never been in my flat before, Harry! How did he know?"

"It...it was probably a lucky guess is all." Harry replied, steadying her and sighing at the same time.

Next to him, Ginny sat silently, a look of disbelief painted on her face. Her eyes were wide as if she still couldn't believe what she had seen. Next to her, Harry had gone completely white and quiet.

"Harry?" Ginny asked softly. "Harry? Harry? Are you alright."

"No." Harry shook his head, as if awoken from a trance. "No, wait, what did you say? That Draco Malfoy is in your apartment?"

"Yeah."

"It's...not possible."

"Apparently it is." Ginny contradicted. "Because he's sitting in my living right now!"

"No, Gin," Harry responded. "You don't understand. Draco Malfoy is dead."

There was silence as the words sunk in. Ginny paled as Harry stood, pacing before her. "But, that's not possible, Harry. It can't be...I would have heard about it, would I have? I mean, one of the richest wizards in the world dying? That's big news."

"Not this one," Harry shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "Malfoy was an Auror, just like Ron and I. About a year and a half ago, there were these rumors of Deatheaters gathering, even though Voldemort was dead. They were conspiring. Ready to wreak vengence. We got a tip off to one of their haunts, so we raided. But someone had told them we were coming. Malfoy wasn't careful. He went charging in and he got killed because of it. Never found a body either."

"Waait a minute," Ginny stopped him, trying to understand everything that Harry had just told her. "Why did I never hear about this?"

"Because the Ministry wanted to keep it underwraps. Something like this could severly damage their image." Harry spat angrily. "They wanted to look good and Aurors getting killed off isn't good for appearences."

"Well, then what am I going to do?" Ginny looked up at Harry, staring at him, waiting for answers.

"I'll come with you." Harry decided finally. "We'll figure out what's going on."

Ginny smiled and took Harry's hand.

"Good you're back." Draco said as Harry and Ginny apparated back into the living room of her flat. "Oh, and look, you've brought back Captain Dipshit with you too."

"Get up, Malfoy," Harry ordered, pointing his wand straight at Draco's heart, his hand not shaky in the least.

Draco looked as though pondering it for a moment. He looked between a grim faced Harry and a red eyed Ginny practically hiding behind him. "Okay," Draco obliged, standing with a salute. "Ay, ay, Captain."

"Now, what are you doing here?" Harry asked, his wand still pointed at Draco.

"I live here." Draco said simply.

"No you don't!" Harry yelled. "Now leave Ginny alone, and get the hell out of her flat!"

"I can't do that, Potter," Draco said simply, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, yeah," Harry asked, stepping closer to Draco.

"Yeah," Draco said, stepping forward so that Harry's wand pushed into his chest.

"Then why don't you let me help you."

"Let's see you try, Potter."

Sighing, Ginny stepped etween the two and pushed them away. "Look, enough of this testosterone induced macho back and forth confrontation, okay. Can we please look at this situation like resonable adults, not four year children?"

Both men stared eachother in the eye, daring the other to move. Finally, Harry took a deep breath and put his arms up in defense. "Alright, Gin, you're right. Okay, Malfoy, what proof do you have that Ginny's your...that you're her...that the two of you are...married."

Malfoy shrugged. "Absolutely none. I don't have a marriage certificate. No witnesses, they've probably all had their memories altered. I have this though." Draco looked down at his ring finger where a simple gold wedding band rested, so bright next to his pale skin. Draco carefully started to twist it off, stopped for a minute, as if he was considering what to do, and then quickly pulled it off as if it was a band-aid.

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to it.

"It a ring, bright one." Draco explained, as if talking to a two year old.

"I know that it's a ring," Harry muttered indignantly. "But what's it got to do with any of this? You could have gotten that anywhere."

"I didn't," Draco replied in a voice barely above a whisper. He stared down at the ring for a minute in silence, turning it over and over again in his palm, like he was seeing it for the first time. Letting out a deep breath, Draco, carefully tossed the ring up in the air. Ginny held out her hand by reflex to catch it. As soon as the gold touched her palm, she felt a burning sensation traveling up her arm. Harry, Draco, and the entire room, started to squeeze together as darkness crept into Ginny's line of vision.

Realizing that she had been holding her breath, Ginny gasped, trying to breath.

"Oh, Ginny, not him."

"You don't know him, you don't know how he is."

"I know him well enough, Gin, he's bad news. This is not a good idea."

"Stop worrying, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself...."

"How'd he take it."

Laughter

"Just as well as I expected."

Ginny listened, trying to find where the voices that swam through her ears were coming from, but all she could see was darkness. Slowly, e darkness faded away, replaced by comforting sight of her living room. The light burned her eyesa as they readjusted. Ginny...Ginny...Ginny!

"What?" Ginny questioned, turning to see Harry looking upon her with worried eyes.

"Geez, Gin, what happened," Harry questioned, holding onto Ginny's shoulders as a steadying hand.

"What..what do you mean?" Ginny asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead and brushing the hair out her eyes.

"You went all quiet and you started shaking, Gin, you wouldn't respond when I was practically yelling your name. What happened?"

"Do you remember?" Draoc whispered so low that only Ginny could hear him.

"Oh," Ginny said, biting her lip. "Oh, I just got a little dizzy, that's all. You know, not getting enough sleep will do that o you." Ginny let out a weak laugh, but she could tell Harry still looked suspicious.

"You're right." he nodded. "I forgot that's it's so early. You'd better get back to bed. You, Malfoy, out." Harry commanded, pointing his wand at the door.

Obligingly, Draco stood and walked towards the door, when Ginny touched his arm midstep. Not truning around to look at her, Draco didn't say a word, and neither did Harry.

"No, wait," Ginny said quickly, not sure why she was doing this. But deep in her gut she had a feeling, and her mother always told her to trust her feelings. "You can...stay, but just for tonight. You probably don't have anywhere else to go. You can have the couch."

"Wait, Ginny," Harry interjected unbelievingly. "You don't know what you're doing. Draco Malfoy is supposed to be dead. Yu can't just let him sleep on your couch-"

"Why not?" Malfoy questioned. "Half of it is mine anyway."

"You've got to think, Ginny. This is dangerous you don't even know him-"

"Harry."

Harry opened his mouth to object, but didn't. Instead, he retorted. "Fine, but I'm staying too. If he gives you any trouble, well, then I'll be here."

"Alright. Harry you can have the chair. I'm going to bed." Ginny turned to leave, but Harry quickly grabed onto her wrist and pulled her back around. Giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, Harry whispered goodnight in her ear. Normally, Ginny realized, her heart would have been beating uncontrolably fast when Harry touched her, but now, as she walked into the darkness of her bedroom and shut the door, she felt emotionless. Like the last hour had physically and emotionaly drained her.

Letting out a long sigh, Ginny flopped onto to her bed. Thoughts rushed through her head. Ginny wondered how she was ever going to sleep. But within five minutes time, sleep had over taken her and she lay in bed, snoring into her pillow.