A/N: Woo! I'm feeling in a good mood tonight. Went to see "Underworld" with a couple of friends, I strongly recommend it. Okay, then, off to let you read.

Sometimes, things just seem to fall apart
When you least expect them to
Sometimes you want to pack up and leave behind
All of them and all their smiles
 
I don't know what to think anymore
Maybe things will get better
Maybe things will look brighter
Maybe
 
Sometimes, people surprise you
And people surprise me
But I guess that's the price we pay
For wanting so badly –Sometimes ~Linkin Park

Chapter Six

~Fulfilled Wishes~

"So you just jumped on him, literally?" asked Hermione Granger walking down the streets of Diagon Alley with Ginny. They were window-shopping for the moment and stopped in front of Madam Malkin's Robe shop to see some robes that were on display.

"Yes," said Ginny, adjusting her hay hat upon her ginger hair and taking off her sunglasses. "I'm telling you, Hermione, it was quite odd."

"Maybe," said Hermione and looked down at Ginny, Hermione was two inches taller than her. "Look, Gin, don't get angry, but maybe you're starting to feel something for the prick."

"He's not that bad, Hermione," said Ginny, now walking inside the shop. "He's really polite and tries to be a good husband. Why else would he allow me to bring you into the house? You know he's not exactly fond of you… you should try that peach colored one, Hermione, it would suit you well." Ginny held up a very pretty robe to Hermione and put it on top of her clothes.

"I guess he's not so bad to you," said Hermione shrugging, then looked at the robe. "It's nice. But, oh my goodness, what a ridiculous price for a robe!" She had seen the price tag that indicated that it was worth seventy galleons.

"It's alright," said Ginny and folded the robe on her open arm. Then she got a burgundy one for herself. She walked towards the cash register and put the robes on top, still talking to Hermione about things at the Manor. "But you really should come and stay one night, it would do me good, mind." Ginny smiled and turned towards Madam Malkin. "Put it on my account, if you would,"

"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy," said Madam Malkin, grinning kindly and making a note with a quill on the clipboard. She then wrapped the robes in two separate bags and handed them to Ginny. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Malfoy, I hope to see you soon enough around here."

"Uh, yes, yes of course," said Ginny, smiling politely and then walked out the shop with Hermione beside her. "I still haven't gotten used to the whole 'Mrs. Malfoy' business."

"I can tell," said Hermione, smiling. Then they walked along the alley again.

Some people, if not most of them, recognized Ginny and waved at her, calling her or prodding her in the back at times. She went with Hermione to Florean Fortescue's and sat down with a cup of Strawberry ice cream. Hermione had vanilla. They talked about Hermione's recent relationship with Harry; they had gotten together and had been so for two weeks already.

Hermione was eager to talk about the subject, but not to the point where it was annoying. She was kind enough to let out details that Ginny did not want to hear. They laughed and sighed, looking at the passers walk by. Then they stood up and shopped some more. Ginny bought a few things for herself and something for Draco, as to not look bad in front of hundreds of people that were watching her every move.

* * *

Ginny and Hermione were now inside a little restaurant in Diagon Alley called "The Magic Stick". It was a popular and not-so-cheap restaurant that was positioned next to Gringotts, the wizard bank.  They were sitting after a nice meal that Hermione had insisted to pay, chattering and laughing, they didn't become aware of a third presence beside their table.

"Oh, it's Virginia Malfoy," at the sound of her first name, Ginny looked to the side and smiled politely at a woman with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes behind stylish glasses. "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy," said the woman, "I'm Amanda Kensington, and I'm an intern for the Daily Prophet, mind if I ask you a few questions? It would really help towards credibility."

Ginny looked at Hermione, who shook her head smiling and shrugged. Ginny turned to Amanda. "Not at all, what do you want to know?"

Amanda beamed and pulled out a quill and some parchment, she placed it on the table and summoned up a chair to sit. She then sighed, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear. "Okay, then, Mrs. Malfoy, you're here dining with Miss Hermione Granger, are you two old friends?"

"Yes, I've known her for a long time, nine years or so," said Ginny watching Amanda taking notes. "Hold on a moment," Ginny said, Amanda looked up, "You were at Hogwarts with me, weren't you? I remember you; you were in my year but in Hufflepuff. We got teamed up one time in Herbology, do you remember?"

Amanda smiled and nodded, "I didn't think you'd remember that," she laughed nervously and cleared her throat. "Well, there has been controversy about you and Draco Malfoy's marriage, mind to expand the topic a bit?"

"There is really not much to tell; we got married when young so we could enjoy of a long and full marriage." She pulled one of her fake, but convincing smiles.

"Yes, we know that already," said Amanda, "But the question is: do you love him?"

"I married him," said Ginny boldly and smiling, "what do you think?"

Amanda looked rather disappointed, but then straightened up. "You haven't answered my question, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Oh I think I did," said Ginny politely and standing up, brushing her clothes. "Sadly, I have to go now, Miss Kensington, is it? I hope to see you soon, I'm sure. It was nice chatting with you. Coming, Hermione?" But Hermione was already on her feet and heading towards the door, smiling slyly at Ginny. They left Amanda writing eagerly on her piece of parchment.

"You pulled yourself out of that one quite well, Ginny," said Hermione as they stopped on a corner far from earshot. Ginny smiled and nodded.

"I know, it was a close call, though." Ginny arranged her hay hat again and put on her sunglasses, looking around slightly. "I must head home now, though," she added looking at her watch; she kissed Hermione on the cheek and smiled before dissaparating to the Manor. She appeared on the living room. Only few could apparate at Malfoy Manor. Only those of Malfoy blood and a few others which had strict permission such as the wives, and friends from the family could apparate there. If anyone else tried, they wouldn't be able to.

She straightened her clothes and sighed, taking off her sunglasses once more as Teeny came to get the bags. "Those two to my room, and the small one to Draco's den, please," she said to the tiny elf, which nodded and left upstairs. Ginny sat down on the couch and took a hand to her temple, which throbbed slightly.

"Do you need anything, ma'am?" asked Winston, one of the ghosts at Malfoy Manor who also served as servants or as Ginny like to call them: helpers.

"Oh yes, Winston," said Ginny, smiling. "Fix me a hot bath. And Teeny," she added, addressing to her as she came in the room and Winston left through the wall. "Fetch me a cold exotic drink; I don't care which, would you?" She smiled at Teeny. "And then you can take then rest of then day off… and that's an order." She winked at the little elf, who beamed with glee and ran off towards the kitchen.

Ginny sat relaxed in a hot bubble bath, a Piña Colada clutched in one hand. Her long hair pulled up and held with a claw at the back of her head. She enjoyed long baths; they had always been an escape for her. The door to the bathroom opened and Ginny heard footsteps which could only belong to Draco, she sighed, eyes still closed and spoke, "I'm in the middle of a bath. Use another bathroom."

"I knew you were here," she heard him say carelessly. "That's why I entered in the first place; I was looking all over for you."

She sighed once again and opened her eyes reluctantly, taking a sip of her Piña Colada and grouching a little so the water covered her shoulders. "Why, I must ask, were you looking for me?"

"Self-conscious around me are you now?" he asked, smirking and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "I've seen more than that and you know it," he said, "Oh, and speaking of which, this Saturday starts the ten-day pregnancy period."

"I know that," she said and cleared her throat, taking another sip of her drink. "Was that what you wanted to tell me?"

"Not quite," he said, pushing his silvery hair back from his eyes. "I was told you gave Teeny the rest of the day off?"

"Yes," said Ginny indifferently, "What's it to you?"

"Oh, just wondering," said Draco slightly, "I'll have to be complacent with the ghosts then."

"You're so spoiled…" she said, allowing her shoulders to come out of the water slowly. "Pass me my towel?" she signaled to her towel, which lay on a rack nearby.

"And you're not?" he asked skeptically, she rolled her eyes as he reached for her towel and stood up. "I'll dry you." He held the towel in front of him.

"No," she said reaching her hand to grab the towel but it was too far for her to reach. "Wait until Saturday."

"Don't make a big deal out of it, Virginia, now stand up and let me wrap the towel around you." He looked at her rather menacingly but she paid no attention to it. After a few seconds of the both of them glaring at each other, she stood up, the water falling from her skin and pouring down into the now emptying tub. He smirked and stepped forward. "Good girl," he muttered, helping her step out of the bathtub and wrapping the towel around her delicately, drying her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She didn't answer and held the towel around herself as he smirked at her more pronouncedly. She walked towards the mirror and looked at herself in it as she always did. He watched her. She felt uneasy with his presence, to the point when she turned around to face him. "Don't watch me," she spat coldly.

"I can do as I please, Virginia," he said and crossed his arms. She scowled at him. "However, I need you to come with me,"

"Come where?" she asked. He walked out of the bathroom.

"Just follow me," he said and she did so rather reluctantly. He went up two flights of stairs and stopped before a door to his left. She, panting and clutching the towel to her body, looked up slightly.  "What do you want at the moment?" he asked, a bit anxiously.

"Well, right now I would like an explanation," she said scornfully, he glared at her slightly. "Uh… fine, I want… an inner pool?" she said shrugging, he signaled for her to open the door. She grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

She gasped audibly at the sight that met her eyes, it was a wonderful inner pool, with the water as blue as the sky on a sunny day. There were poolside chairs and it was so calm she could not believe it was real. She looked around, amazed, walking into the room. "This is wonderful…" she breathed, looking everywhere, "I need to lie down…" and, immediately a declinable chair appeared behind her. She sat on it, still amazed and realization dawned on her mind. "This… this is the room I asked you for!" she gasped, he nodded.

"I hope you're pleased." He turned around to leave but she stood up and ran towards him and hugged him.

"Thank you," she said idly and separated from him rather embarrassedly. He was looking at her mildly amused, but he shrugged and pushed strands of hair from his eyes.

"You're welcome, I guess," he said disinterestedly, stopping in the doorframe and leaning against it. She was still speechless, glancing around the room and touching everything as if to prove it was real. She then tightened the towel around herself again and smiled at him, it was one of the few, few times she had ever smiled at him on her own will.

"Well," she said walking past him, "I'm going to get dressed."

"What for?" he asked, or rather demanded of her, it had caught him by surprise. He saw as she turned around, eyebrows raised and tilted her head. "The reunion… isn't it today?"

"Oh damn it!" he said, pushing past her so she was shoved into the wall slightly.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" he called back from the hallway, not looking back, "I forgot it was today, I need to get ready. Hurry up and get ready too!"

She rolled her eyes and brushed her arm slightly. "I will never understand him."

A/N: There we go. You know, there's a little button down there that makes me really happy! –points to review button-

Thank you.

~Blue Rain