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July 9, 2012...Malfoy Manor...6:17p.m.

Ginny woke with a start, holding back the scream lodged in her throat. It was a familiar nightmare. She never remembered it, she was only left with impressions, flashes, nothing more. It wasn't a wizard's traditional nightmare of Voldemort, hers was much worse. It was of her wedding day.

After Draco showed her to her rooms, he suggested she take a nap before dinner, as they had much to discuss. Ginny got up out of her luxurious bed and took into account her room. It was definitely lavish, yet it was attuned to her likes. Large open windows, French doors leading to a balcony, a lit fireplace, and a canopy bed draped in midnight blues and midday golds.

She walked into her adjoining bathroom and splashed water onto her face. Looking into the mirror, she made an attempt to control her new curly hair and gave up. Maybe she had something going for her with this uncontrolled look. She'd be glad when she had her normal hair back.

Ginny walked back into her room, glancing at her clock as she passed by. Seeing that it was nearing 6:30, she decided to explore the gardens. After all, dinner wasn't until 7:00.

Draco was working furiously on a document for the ministry when Jenna popped in.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Jenna believes Master Malfoy should join his lovely guest in the gardens," the house elf quipped a bit nervously.

"Master Malfoy is quite busy in case Jenna hadn't noticed."

"Nonsense," the house elf said, snapping her fingers. The document disappeared. "You know it's not due until next Friday. You has the whole week to finish. Tis a pretty day outside, go on," the house elf said opening the door. Under normal circumstances, Draco would have cursed the elf in to oblivion. Since Jenna was his mother's, he usually tended to listen to her. Not today.

"Jenna, I have no intention of walking with Miss Sheraton. She obviously is doted on at home; I will not have it in my home. I have..."

Before he could finish, he was in his gardens, near the center. "Damn meddling house elves and their magic," he mumbled to himself. He stealthily looked around. He heard distant talking. Seeing his majestic fountain, if he did say so himself, he walked towards it. The voices grew louder.

"But Harry, I'm so tired these days," Ginny said, her foot skimming across the surface of the water. Harry's reflection was a foot to the right of her foot. It was a new form of communication developed last year. She loved it and was so advanced at it, she could communicate through a drop of water.

"I know darling. After this job you can go anywhere. I'll give you a month's paid vacation anywhere in the world." Ginny smiled one of her few true smiles.

"That would be wonderful," she said, her eyes glittering with a strong emotion, her mind already off to her memories. "Some place warm. London's weather is awful," she said in her best Californian accent. Harry laughed.

"So how are you doing? Really?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"Well, I've only been here for an hour or two, but nothing's changed really. He's still a bastard to everyone except Ginny, and even then he'd probably be one to her."

"You know Ginny?" Draco asked, stepping from behind the trees.

A/N: I feel so bad...sorta. I plan on updating soon, but I'd like some reviews...