A/N: Well, this is the second chapter of the story, a bit longer than the first. Enjoy it.

Chapter Two

~The Wedding~

Once she was walking down the aisle in the garden, her arm linked with her father's, she made out her whole family in the small crowd gathered, she could make out Ron, looking murderous but attempting to hide it behind a small smile. Standing next to him were Harry and Hermione, the latter gave her a kind smile of reassurance and Ginny smiled back at her rather weakly.

It was sunset and the wedding was being held in the Malfoy Manor's courtyard. It all looked very expensive. From the crystal fountains to the gold foot chandeliers that held golden candles and at the same time hovered a foot from the floor. Ribbons made of the finest silk adorned the courtyard, they were silver and gold. Roses, lilies and violets were also part of the decor.

When they reached the end, Draco Malfoy stood there; looking ridiculously handsome and unmoved. Her father lifted the veil and gave her a small kiss on the forehead and from that moment on, everything else went by like a blur. A fast, uncomfortable blur. Even the brief kiss that sealed the ceremony seemed unreal. It was as if everything was a nightmare which she was eager to wake up from.

At the reception, she mingled with a few guests and members of the Malfoy family; which consisted in mostly blondes and silvery hair, with the few exception of two or three brunettes. But she was the only redhead, she noted dully. They were rich, boring people more interested to talk about money than of anything else. And the women were more interested about the cost of her dress and jewels than of her own personality. Being as polite as she could be in the situation, she excused herself from the Malfoy women, who were now discussing what to wear for the midsummer family gathering, and left, towards her own family.

After stopping to take a glass of red wine from one of the waiters, she greeted some of her brothers and cousins. Her aunts, uncles, and her own mother and father were amongst the crowd of Weasleys gathered on a corner, far from the other family. None of the Weasleys looked very happy about the wedding and most of them shot menacing looks and hisses at the other family's members. Once or twice a Malfoy little boy, one of the many sons of the other Malfoys would come past and greet them shyly, and they would greet back, smiling and pitying on the fact of the rule-stricken life the child was going to have.

She approached Ron, Harry and Hermione. She kissed the three of them on the cheek and quickly started a conversation with them, not about anything that had to do with money, thankfully. Ginny was trying to talk soothingly to her brother, attempting to stop him from making her a widow after only two hours of marriage. "I'll kill him, Ginny!" he growled, shaking with fury. Harry and Hermione both put comforting arms onto his shoulders.

"Ron, calm down," said Ginny as calmly as possible. Her Weasley temper could not hold out much longer and she knew she could explode to anyone, and, personally, she preferred to explode at her new husband, to give him hell in their first night as wedded partners.

"Ron's right, Ginny," said Hermione sighing a bit, "He is a bastard for making you marry him. Oh what you must be going through."

"Thanks for reminding me, Hermione," said Ginny rather moodily, but accepted the hug from her brunette friend.

In a short distance, and within earshot, stood Draco, drinking out of a glass with white wine in it and watching his 'wife' trying to calm her brother. Draco admired the feisty little redhead, having seen her deal with worse situations and being the dominant one. Not in this marriage, she won't be, he assured himself, smirking. The arranged marriage did not bother Draco; in fact, he had been waiting for it his whole life. He never fell in love, and never expected to. At least he had a desirable, and well, he admitted, a beautiful girl for a wife, and thankfully, she wasn't much younger than him.

He smirked to himself as he neared her and her clueless brother, he, Draco, would have fun, at least now. He seized Ginny's waist and pulled her into a deep kiss, she dropped her glass in surprise and it shattered at her feet. Several people noticed and looked at them, but at seeing the scene, they just smiled or smirked and went around their business again.

When he pulled apart, she was slightly dizzy and flushed, but she cleared her throat, bid goodbye to her furious brother and dragged Draco away furiously, though she didn't show it to him. She grabbed his hand with hers and they walked past some people who waved at them, smiling. Probably, the rest of his family didn't know that the marriage was arranged. They stepped away from the noise and rounded a corner into a gazebo that was set far from earshot. She then rounded on him.

"These are the rules," she said, pointing at him. "We kiss only on public and only at your social gatherings. I have the knowledge you Malfoys only marry to breed so no sex whatsoever except on the period in which I can get pregnant, and I know when that will be every month. I do not love you, I do not like you, and if you don't like my rules, then you can get a divorce."

"Sounds fair enough," drawled Draco, shrugging. "Only I have a few rules of my own. We will have sex tonight, as it is our wedding night and because I say so. Second, I may touch you, kiss you, caress you, and call you dear and darling in front of my family and family friends. We will sleep in the same bed and we'll act like we love each other in public, understood? If you don't like my rules, then you have a big problem because I am not getting a divorce."

"Fair enough," she said and nodded slightly. "Enjoy the rest of your party. I'm going upstairs to the bedroom." She made to walk out but he grabbed her arm and forced her to him, she was now half pinned between him and the wooden rail of the gazebo, she looked up at him, snarling. "Let go of me."

"No," he growled and grabbed her shoulders, kissing her again, she pushed him away and he smirked down at her. "You'll stay until the end and we'll go up together."

"No," she said trying to free herself from his grasp. "You're not the boss of me!"

"You're my wife," he sneered, "You'll do what I want you to do tonight. It is a Malfoy tradition, besides."

"Oh? What, force the wives to do things against their will?" she spat, jerking free from his grip and huffing indignantly, straightening out her dress. "Bastard,"

"Thank you," he said smirking, then grabbed her hand. "Now come."

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