Author's Note: Hey! Woo! Reviews make me happy and make me want to write more. ^_^; Questions will be answered at the end of this chapter. So… Chapter Five!

Chapter Five

~An Interesting Evening~

Ginny woke up, feeling like the whole world had fell on her head. She sat up slowly, seeing that she was, once again, in her green, silk nightgown. She groaned a bit, putting her hands to her head and holding it slightly. She remembered everything that had happened the previous night, yet she knew she had been drunk. She cursed at herself for having allowed herself to get like that. She had always avoided that kind of thing.

She saw Draco come in the room with a vial on one hand and a glass on the other. He signaled for her to scoot over on the bed and he sat down on the edge. He opened the vial and smoke came out of it slightly as he poured some of the contents into the glass. It was a colorless substance that fumed and hissed slightly. She eyed it uncertainly as he passed it to her, she looked at it.

"What is that?" she said, smelling it and proving that it smelled like pepper. She held the glass, but didn't drink it.

"Pepperup Potion," he said, closing the vial and putting it on the bedside table. "Drink it," he said when he saw that she was just looking at it. "It does wonders when you're in that state. You'll be as good as new in a few hours."

"Perhaps by noon?" she said hoarsely after she had drunk it all. It burned and singed at her throat and she felt it go down like fire, warming every inch of her body.

"It is already past noon," he said, she blinked and leaned against the frame of the bed, closing her eyes. She sighed and inhaled a deep breath. "If you're hungry, you can ask Teeny for food," he said after a few minutes. He stood up and made to leave the room.

"Hey," she called after him; he looked at her from the doorframe. "Thanks for, uh, last night and… for the potion…" She trailed off, looking around. She wasn't being nice to him, right? No, because she couldn't, not at all. She set her face.

"No problem," he said and bowed his head slightly at her. "Virginia," he said, she looked at him. He neared the bed again. "You will have dinner with me tonight on the backyard."

"What's the occasion?" she asked, "Who's coming this time?"

"No one," he said and shrugged. "Just you and I having dinner; Teeny'll have clothing for you, she'll put it out at eight thirty. Be downstairs by nine."

"Why is it that every single word out of your mouth comes out as an order?" she asked, a bit aggravated now. He looked at her and tilted his head.

"I am trying to be nice to you so we do not have to go back to the first month. Or do you want to go back to that?" he asked angrily, she looked at him indifferently. "I would go back to that, no problem at all. So you were forced to marry me, you can't use that story anymore to defend yourself. You need to grow up and accept the facts. I thought you had but you always go back to phase one, you are reluctant to try and make this work, Virginia. And I'm getting fed up of the whole situation.

"I try to be a good husband; I maintain you, I give you money, gifts, I listen to you and ask you for things in a nice tone of voice. I could just ignore you all the time so you can go crying to your family because you're in a living hell. But I don't do that because I try to make this as bearable as possible. It's not all fun and games for me. I need to deal with the press, with people and family that ask how we are. Oh right, we're happy. Only in front of them, that is. It is frustrating to go into a room with you and having you snapping and demanding every last ruddy thing I do. Have you got any idea of how much I have to hold inside and grit my teeth just to please you? You are not very thankful either." He was panting slightly when he finished. She noticed that he had wanted to say that for quite some time now.

She looked at him, her face expressionless and blank. "You want to please me?" she said, trying to retaliate a bit from all the truth he had spilled to her. "Then get me a room in this bloody house that it is only for me, a room like the Room of Requirement there was at Hogwarts, if you remember. That it can be whatever it needs to be at will."

She knew it was impossible, but she wanted to try and get back at him for what he had said, which was all the truth in any case. But she was too proud to accept it. He looked at her briefly and then went out of the room, before closing the door, he said, "Remember to be downstairs at nine, sharp." And then he slammed the door closed. She groaned in frustration and crossed her arms angrily.

* * *

He sat at the backyard; he had had the house-elf arrange a nice setting outside. Candles floated above the table and lights made a path towards it. The moon was visible in the clearing, and millions of stars twinkled mischievously at him. He sat with his arms crossed; two empty plates were on the table until it was time for them to eat, in which they would fill magically until they were full.

He looked at his watch, which had just indicated the hour of nine. At that same instant he looked up to see her walking hesitantly towards the place where he was. She was wearing a short, dark brown dress with thin straps as sleeves. Her shoes were brown slipper-like low-heels. Her ginger hair was curled and loose. She wasn't wearing much make-up; he only could see a thin layer of gloss on her lips and bronze eye-shadow. She sat across from him and looked around.

"Nice," he heard her mutter softly, probably to herself. She then looked at him. He held her gaze. It was the first time they had looked at each other's eyes in a long time. He had never quite really looked at her eyes; they were dark and big, glowing eerily under the moonlight whilst his were clear and translucent. Her gaze was mysterious yet enchanting, as if she held secrets or no secrets at all.

She broke the stare first, perhaps feeling uncomfortable. He saw her look down at the plate, which was now full; he realized his was full as well. They ate in silence; the only sound to be heard was the tinkling of the silverware and the plates. When they finished, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and they watched as the plates cleared for dessert. It was baked apple bits on a sweet and tangy cinnamon sauce.

When they had finished eating, he tapped his wand on the plates and they both disappeared. She folded her hands on the table and sighed. "Can I go now?" she demanded, not looking at him, but towards the Manor in the distance.

"Sure, fine," he said and shrugged. "Do whatever you want." But she didn't stand up; she remained seated and looking at the Manor.

"Look," she said hesitantly, "I'm sorry about this whole thing. I'll… I'll try harder. I just don't want this to be as it was at first."

He remained silent, eyeing her quietly as she avoided looking at him. He sighed deeply and shrugged. She looked at him now, apparently expecting something. "What?" he said, "Do you expect me to say something? I think I said enough already."

"You did," she said softly and stood up, giving him her back as she looked now at the garden. "And I will at least admit that you were right… on some points."

He stood up as well, standing in a distance behind her. She then turned around to face him. Her arms were still crossed.

"What would… what would have happened if I had refused to marry you?" she asked gingerly. He looked at her and blinked slowly.

"Neither you, nor your family would be alive right now." He saw as her expression softened into sadness, she then nodded a bit.

"I did the right thing then… there came the time where a sacrifice needed to be done… I guess I was the one destined to be that." She looked up, straightening her dress and fixing her hair with her hands.

"You did refuse to marry me," he said, nearing her. She raised an eyebrow. "You just changed your mind afterwards,"

"That's true," she said and nodded slightly. "It was the least I could do for my parents; they've done so much for me,"

"Be thankful, then," he said and shrugged slightly. "You had good parents who cared for you and gave you their love."

She stayed silent for a long time, just eyeing him sadly. She then placed a hand on his shoulder, he eyed it. "You never knew much love did you?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"I don't want to go into a discussion of that at the moment, Virginia," he said, shrugging her hand off. She nodded slightly.

"Well, I guess that's only fair." She sighed and looked at him again.

He looked at her slightly; the wind was blowing the hair out of her face while it blew his on his face. A sudden breeze blew the candles out and they were left in only the light of the moon and of the stars. It was more than enough light, since they really weren't eating or doing anything important. She looked very inviting under the bluish glare of the moonlight; she was looking around herself now, consumed, perhaps, in her own thoughts.

He simply couldn't take it anymore; it was driving him mad that she just couldn't accept it all, that she couldn't accept him. But at that moment she did something surprising and clung to him slightly. He remained still, looking down at the top of her head as he felt her arms go around his middle. It was very odd indeed, but he embraced her as well, tangling his arms around her shoulders.

They stood like that for what it seemed were hours, but were really only seconds. She then pulled back and looked up at him, "Sorry," she muttered lowly and remained looking at him as if something had caught her attention.

"Don't be," he hissed gutturally and cupped her face with his hands. He breathed heavily, looking at her, hesitating to get closer. She let out a small whimper and shuddered involuntarily.

"Don't, Draco," she said breathlessly, but didn't move backwards or anything. Even if they were married, they had never kissed voluntarily or for long before. They had just given each other a few smooches, which lasted only two or three seconds.

They did move closer and neither closed their eyes. And, when they were about an inch from each other, when they could feel each other's breath in their lips, she looked down at his mouth and kissed him hesitantly. He saw her close her eyes and he closed his as well, kissing her more firmly now. Her lips were warm and soft against his. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip, pleading for entrance.

She parted her mouth slightly and he opened her mouth with his; her tongue came out to meet his and caressed his slightly. She tasted faintly of the dessert they had had previously mixed with something he couldn't recognize, but could only describe as a sweet and sour taste that made him want more. Her arms were motionless the whole time, up until now. While his rubbed her faced and made her stay in the place where she was, she was simply not responding physically. And this in itself was one of the factors that aroused him.

He had to control himself before it went too far. The only problem was that he didn't want to control himself and that that barrier he did not want to cross had already been crossed before, quite a few times actually. Though, it hadn't been crossed willingly, on her part at least. They kissed more deeply and more passionately. Perhaps the dessert had been an aphrodisiac or something of the sort, but they literally could not keep themselves off of each other.

She had now long since started responding to him with her hands, wrapping them around his neck and brushing her nails against his nape, this made him shiver at her touch. She had never, never touched him before. Even when they were intimate, she had kept her hands to herself. Now she touched him softly and gently, just as he had imagined she would.

She pulled back from his lips, panting slightly and now kissing his neck, softly nibbling on his flesh. Her hands now went under his shirt, her nails grazing his back. He groaned, tangling his hands in her hair and caressing her. She then pulled back completely, looking up at him in the semi-darkness. He couldn't see her expression clearly, but he imagined that she had spooked herself with her actions and had stopped. He shrugged to himself and made to go back to the Manor.

It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed the little encounter, but he didn't want her to know that he had. However, she had grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards her, then pushed him towards the ground and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. She then grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him again. He ran his hands up and down her back, smirking against her lips.

Clouds now moved in and blocked the moon from sight, leaving them in complete darkness. After a few more minutes of making out, she stopped and got off of him, he made a groan of protest but soon sat up as he felt her sit beside him. She didn't say anything, but he could hear her trying to catch her breath. He reached out for her and found her close enough; he then pulled her towards him, embracing her slightly. She pulled away quickly, as if he had burned her.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, "I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that."

"Not to worry," he said slightly and shrugged. "Maybe it was the food…"

"It wasn't…" she muttered and stood up, arranging herself. "Good Night, Draco."

"Good Night, Virginia," he said, watching her go back towards the Manor.

A/N: Oh-KAY! This chapter is… odd. Why she started acting like that, you may ask? Well… confusion and, let's just come out and say it, lust. Again, Draco may seem to be slightly OOC in this story, if not a lot… please let me know if he gets TOO OOC and I'll pull him back from it. –pulls-

Hm, some people have been asking why she had to marry Draco. Let me be completely honest with all of you here, when I first thought of this story, I wanted her to have been FORCED to marry him, but I could not find a reason why. I spent days and weeks after I wrote the first three chapters just asking myself what the hell had she or her family done to make them come to such a decision. So, I put in the story that Ron had lost his memory the year before and that Narcissa had taken care of him and that she had endeared herself to him, made Lucius send them money and all the blah-blah-blah. I have that entire story done and written on separate sheets of paper, so I could guide myself towards this. But it would take way too many chapters to explain it all via story format and it really is boring information that would throw you all off interest and, quite frankly, info that you would not be interested to know.  But if you do, send me an e-mail and I will be happy to send you that.

Preview for the Sixth Chapter: Fulfilled Wishes

Ginny has a chat with Hermione while shopping with her in Diagon Alley…

"I still haven't gotten used to the whole 'Mrs. Malfoy' business."

"I can tell,"

Draco surprises a half-dressed Ginny…

"I hope you're pleased."

"Thank you,"

And as always my dear muggles, witches, warlocks, wizards, elves, and all that jazz… DO REVIEW! ^_^

~Blue Rain