Author's Note: One Spanish endearment in this chapter. I am currently taking Spanish two, but we haven't quite covered this so correct me if I'm wrong! Thanks again to my reviewers!

Chapter Three:

Ginny cautiously pushed open the heavy door to her fiancé's quarters. It was eight o'clock, and she was in the dungeons awaiting her detention. Ginny stepped into the sitting room, and took in the rich tapestries and expensive rugs. The room was furnished in deep greens and grays; with furniture so dark they looked black when the light from the candles flickered across their smooth surfaces.

"Do you approve, then?"

Ginny, with a deer-in-the-headlights look about her, looked up to meet the gaze of her future husband, who was leaning casually against the frame of the doorway to what Ginny guessed was his bedroom. He was watching her with a slightly amused expression.

"Green, of course."

"Of course." Draco nodded.

He motioned for her to take a seat on the rather large couch, while he sat opposite her in an armchair (For which Ginny silently thanked Merlin). He seemed to study her for a moment, before speaking.

"Are you going to answer?" He asked.

"What? Oh! Yes, the rooms are lovely, but why the dungeons?"

"Privacy, and habit, I suppose. I lived here for seven years while you were wasting away up in that tower." Draco drawled.

Ginny's temper flashed, she looked up at him defiantly; ready to yell, before noticing his smile. It was definitely a smile, in place of his usual smirk. He was teasing her. Which was not good.

"Are you feeling alright?" Ginny asked.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, clearly puzzled.

"I just realized you haven't insulted me since I arrived, which for you is strange."

Draco stared at her blankly for a moment, before bursting into laughter. Ginny watched, ready to run if he snapped. He finally stopped, and came to sit next to her on the couch. Ginny scooted to the other end, and watched him fearfully.

"Ginny, how long have you had a crush on Potter?" he blurted.

"Harry? I don't."

"But you did."

"Yes, from my first year to the end of my third." Ginny answered, still eyeing him cautiously.

"And did he ever once appear to have feelings for you?"

"No. Why?"

"Ginny, it's no secret I hate Potter and your brother. I think we can make this work." Draco purred.

"How?" Ginny asked suspiciously.

"When Potter and your brother find out, which I assume they haven't as I haven't been attacked recently, they "Draco explained.

"You think I want Harry to be jealous?" Ginny laughed.

"Er…don't you?" Draco asked.

"No! I was over him in third year! He's like a brother to me!"

"But, you didn't have any boyfriends in school did you?" Draco mused.

"Er…yes I did." Ginny pointed out shyly.

"Who?" Draco snapped, surprising himself.

Is he jealous?

"Well, Michael Corner, Dean Thomas, Terry Boot--" Ginny said as she ticked off each name on her fingers.

"I get the idea." Draco interrupted.

"Why do you ask?"

"Now I have to give detention to half the males in this school, that's why!" Draco snapped, getting up to pace the room.

"Er…why?" Ginny asked.

"I have to play the part if the jealous lover. I for one don't want people knowing we were forced into this. Better to let them think we want this wedding than to have that Skeeter woman writing trash about us. Unless you don't want people to think that, of course." Draco looked at her expectantly.

"No, I think you're right. It would be better that way." Ginny mused aloud.

"Thank God."

"Er…not to seem stupid, but what am I doing for my detention?" Ginny asked in effort to change the subject.

"This was actually my father's idea. I'll assign you detentions to get to know you better so we wont be complete strangers at our wedding. The other students will just think we're shagging each other senseless."

"And that's a good thing?" Ginny hissed.

"If we're going to keep this charade up, mi amor, yes it is." Draco said, offering a hand to help her up.

"So, we marry on Christmas." Ginny said.

"I suppose you're welcome to change anything." Draco said, waving his hand absently around the room, "Just, please, no red and gold."

"I kind of like it the way it is." Ginny admitted.

Draco flashed her a smile, opening the door for her to leave. Ginny stepped through and they said their goodnights. She walked slowly back to Gryffindor Tower, thinking as she went.

The beast has a heart after all…He's really not that bad. Kind of cute. Oh My God! What am I thinking?

Ginny shook her head to clear it of those insane thoughts, and dressed for bed. Little did she know a certain blonde professor was also trying to clear his head of unwelcome thoughts regarding his redheaded fiancé.