A/N: Wow… I didn't expect such response. Hn… about Draco being OOC, I know, I didn't pay much attention to it in this story, perhaps you'll see him more OOC in following chapters. I'll try to stick to his true personality, though. But he's quite a complex character to write about, in my opinion at least. Thanks for pointing it out though. Thanks to all the other reviewers as well, it makes me want to update sooner when I see such response! ^_^; Well, enough babbling and here's the third chapter.

My thoughts are trivial pursuits 
My heart's a bomb that's been defused 
What now? 
 
There's no more use for me 
I'm wasting energy 
Muscles are weaklings 
Thoughts just defeat me 
Numbness is effortless 
I could get used to this –Vermont ~Cursive

Chapter Three

~The Wedding Night~

Ginny looked around the living room in the Manor, which now belonged to her and Draco. All the guests had gone already and the big house was left to Draco and herself. His parents had moved to another one of their properties or something like that. The rest of the evening wasn't very pleasant, she had had to go around, her arm linked in Draco's, pretending they were happy, smiling and kissing now and then, very briefly.

People had started to leave early, as to let them have a "wonderful wedding night" as some of them put it. She rolled her eyes internally and smiled forcefully. When everybody was gone, she let go of her husband as if touching him burned her and was glad that she could already drop the façade of a happy couple. She had let her long hair fall from the twist in which it had been held and now the long strands reached past her waist. She thought about cutting her hair, she had left it long because she liked how it looked, but now this didn't seem to matter to her. If she was destined to live hell with this man, what was the use in looking her best? But she quickly discarded this thought, thinking that perhaps grooming herself as she wanted herself to look would be the only escape from the prison which was her own life now.

The Manor was decorated in a Victorian theme all over. It was breathtaking. The floors were made out of polished oak wood. The ceiling was high, enchanted to always look like a night's sky, even if it was day outside, which was not the case as of now. There were actual fountains inside of the house; she wandered around, still in her wedding dress, with her heels on her hands, walking barefoot across floors of wood, of carpet, of concrete. She smiled to herself, immersing her mind in a fantasy that she was married to someone she loved and that she was going to be happy.

But the sudden presence of Draco brought her back to reality; he was standing on the doorframe, smirking at her. His tie was undone, and he didn't have the jacket of his tuxedo on. She sighed, knowing what would come next. He beckoned for her to follow him, and she did so. He led her several flights up until they came to two wooden pine doors. He opened them and let her pass first. The sight that met her was as breathtaking as the rest of the house.

It seemed to be the master bedroom of the house. In the center were a canopy, four-poster bed with silken silver sheets and a silvery, translucent fabric falling from the canopy. She made her way around the room, eyeing it slightly and then turned to face him, her arms crossed slightly. He neared her, smirking as always. She gulped and let her hands fall at her sides as he started kissing her shoulders.

"Stay away…" she hissed as he put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them slightly.

"Why should I?" he sneered to her ear, "You're my wife."

"Don't remind me," she stated disgustedly as he unzipped her dress, leaving her in only her white underwear. She stepped out of the dress and looked at him as he stared at her. He cupped her neck and walked forward until she had walked backward to the end of the bed; their bodies extremely close whilst she stared at some point in his neck, as to not look at him in the face.

He lay her down with extreme delicacy, to the point in which it made her wonder if that was indeed Draco Malfoy, and then he lay on top of her. He smirked at her before kissing her neck again whilst his hands touched and explored her. She sighed to herself as he moved his lips down to her chest and stomach and even more down still.

* * *

She waited for her breathing to stabilize; the previous actions had been exhausting and somewhat painful, but only at first. Gradually, the pain had subsided and she, despite herself, began enjoying it. The problem was that he actually knew how to do that to her, it was as if he knew all along where to touch her and kiss her, where to lick, to breathe and how fast to go. She tried to keep her gestures, sounds and reactions to a minimum, and had to conform to clutching the sheets and biting her lower lip.

He had been wonderful, truly remarkable. She tried to not enjoy, reminding herself that this man was supposed to repulse her, but she couldn't be repulsed at the man that was making her experience such wonderful things, that took her so close to her desires and needs with the utmost feeling that she was floating into heaven, into ecstasy.

Now he lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling. She looked at him, but he did not seem to notice. Slowly, she turned on her side and fell asleep, extremely exhausted.

* * *

He eyed the ceiling, lost in the hazy nectar of her sweat mingling with his, of the taste of her body on his mouth, and of the subtle reactions she had made, apparently struggling to not react to him. He had made sure that she enjoyed every last bit of it just as he had. Because he had enjoyed it, it was one of the most wonderful experiences he'd ever had in his life. And proud as he was, and would probably not tell it even under death threat, he did admit to himself that he had enjoyed her fully. He had broken that thin barrier that separated her oh-so-appealing innocence from the cruel scars of womanhood.

He felt her breathing go back to normal and craned his head to see her sleeping; her face facing his. The silk sheet covering her had slid down to her waist, so her whole upper body was revealed; her chest rose and fell with each intake of air, her hands were beneath her cheek, serving as pillows, and strands of damp hair fell down her face and around her neck.

He reached out his hand and pushed the strands back; he then caressed his wife's bare, soft back and watched as she stirred silently. She looked like a child, unaware of anything around her, lost in her dreams of fantasy. Now he had to spend the rest of his life tied down to her. He didn't have to be loyal, Merlin knows that his father hadn't been loyal to his mother, but he, Draco, preferred to be loyal. Unlike his father, he had been taught morals.

* * *

When Ginny woke up the next morning, she was feeling extremely comfortable. A weak ray of sunshine came through the blinds and she opened her eyes, blinking a few times. She sat up, the sheets falling to her lap and discovered she was dressed in a green, silk nightgown. She blinked again, rubbing her eyes and got out of bed, still sitting on the edge of it, her feet touching the ground.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Malfoy, ma'am." Ginny jumped at a squeaky voice and saw, to her amazement—but not surprise—a tiny house-elf greeting her. She had big, round hazel eyes and was wearing what seemed to be an old rag that had been washed many times, the colors were fading. But what most amazed Ginny was that she had been called 'Mrs. Malfoy'. Now there was a thought…

"Yes, um…?" she said, not certain of the creature's name. The house-elf smiled a big toothy grin and bowed her head.

"Teeny to the Miss' service," said the little elf, "Comes with me, ma'am. 'Tis time for the Miss' bath."

"Um, Teeny…" said Ginny gingerly, "You can call me Ginny, for starters. And… well, I think I can take a bath by myself."

"Comes with me, Miss, to your bath! 'Tis already warm." Teeny led Ginny by the hand and they entered the bathroom, which was big enough to be a bedroom. The elf undid Ginny's clothes and led her to the bathtub in the middle of the room, where lay a thick soap bubble cloak above the water.

Ginny got in, a bit uncomfortable with the elf's presence, but paid no attention to it and enjoyed her warm bath. Afterwards, she got out, wrapping a soft, black towel around herself. She walked out to the bedroom, where the elf had put out some clothes; a knee-length black skirt and a dark blue blouse. Ginny noted that the clothes seemed to be brand-new.

As Ginny put on underwear and the clothes, the elf signaled her to sit in a stool, Ginny did so and the elf stood up on a higher stool behind her. Teeny snapped her fingers and Ginny felt as her whole hair dried in an instant, then she began to brush it. Ginny enjoyed the attention and the pampering, of course, but she was still a tad uncomfortable with having everything done for her.  When Teeny had braided Ginny's hair into two, she then went out of the room and disappeared.

Ginny stood up, watched herself in a mirror nearby and decided to go down for breakfast. Remembering a bit the path in which Draco had led her the previous night, she found—with difficulty, mind—the dining room. "Need a map for this damn place," she muttered under her breath as she entered.

"That can be arranged, Virginia," said Draco from where he was, sitting on the opposite chair from where she sat to eat. "Just ask one of the ghosts."

Ginny rolled her eyes slightly and began to eat, not really paying attention what. When she finished, the food disappeared and then appeared a cup of coffee and a copy of The Daily Prophet. Still not used to the fancy spells and all, she blinked, sipped on the coffee but spluttered it out when she saw the headline of the Daily Prophet.

MALFOY MANOR HOSTS WEDDING:

DRACO MALFOY AND GINNY WEASLEY DIVE INTO WEDLOCK

There was a picture of them kissing at the end of the ceremony, and then waving apparently happy. Then there was an article which explained the wedding in detail. "What did you expect, Virginia?" said Draco casually, folding his hands on top of the table. "Malfoys have money, we're famous. You better get used to it."

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 ~Blue