[A/N: I own nothing. Just the plot of this fic.]

.:VII:. 1978

Nigel's March was guarded by its fellow weeping willows that surrounded the land. The house stood tall as it had through the raids and the wars it had endured. It was famous for the execution of Nigel Braun that it had hosted in the summer of 1978, after being convicted of kidnapping and murdering several Muggles on his property. His wife, Elvira, lapsed into an illusion of reality days after Nigel's death.

Ginny had seen the newspaper headline of this when she was cleaning out the attic at the Burrow a few summers ago. She hadn't even thought of it until she was standing in front of that very house with Malfoy by her side. What really stuck in her mind was that they said his ghost still lived with his wife, or so they said.

"You can't believe everything you read in the newspapers," Malfoy told her as he stepped ahead to knock on the oak door.

Before Ginny could reply, the door swung open to reveal an elderly woman with frizzy white hair that cried "Oh, Henry! You're finally back!"

"What the—"

"Oh, Nigel and I have been ever so worried," said the old woman, guiding him into the house. "Oh! And you brought Isadora, how lovely," a withered hand clamped around Ginny's wrist pulled her into the sweet smelling house. She could see a magnifiecent stair case with a crystal chandelier hanging just above. The walls were almost covered with moving colorless pictures that Ginny couldn't make out.

The two were rushed out of their shoes and guided into the living room. The elderly woman almost shoved them into the squishy love seat. Ginny looked at Malfoy quite abashed but he seemed perfectly fine at the identity confusion.

"Malfoy—"

"Just sit tight,"

A moment later the woman, probably Elvira, bustled back into the room with a tea tray. Ginny had to admit she was quite thirsty. A million questions spun through her head, this was Draco's doing, she thought. He must have done something to these people to make them think he was someone else.

"It's so nice to have you back, Henry," the old woman said warmly. She had a kind face and a wide smile.

"It's nice to be back," Malfoy said.

It was absolutely Malfoy's doing.

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"I didn't do anything to them," hissed Malfoy as they were getting ready for bed in "Henry's" old bedroom. "I'm telling you, they think I'm their son Henry Braun. I did a bit of research on this—" Ginny gave him a foul look "And I found out their son and daughter-in-law died ten years ago."

"Wait, so that means we're married?" Ginny inquired.

"No, it means they were married, we're just picking up where they left off." He made it sound like a game.

"That's horrible; it's despicable,"

"Well what else could we do? Run off to the Leaky Cauldron?" he snapped.

"It's better that deceiving a poor old woman,"

"She's not only old; she thinks it's still the 70's and that the Dark Lord is still about,"

Ginny shivered.

"Oh that's even better: you're deceiving a crazy old woman now." she shot. "Much better, Draco,"

"Wha—"

"Fresh sheets!" Elvira burst into the room with crisp white sheets in her arms. "Freshly laundered," she announced as they watched her make the bed. Ginny counted the minutes, it took less than three.

"Well, good night and pleasant dreams, my dears," she said warmly as se closed the door with a small swing.

"Listen," he said before Ginny could even start. "I'll explain everything in the morning when we're out of here. This is only temporary," he seemed a bit easier to put up with, Ginny noticed.

"Now shut up, and go to sleep," he snarled, getting into the small double bed.

"Oh, I don't think so," the redhead snapped. "You got the bed last time, why should I have to sleep on the floor like a dog while you get a big comfy bed?"

"Because, Weasley," he propped his head in his hand. "last time I checked, I made the rules and you followed them, unless you have a problem with that, then you're by all means welcome to sleep out side."

"I'll take the floor," she said with as much dignity as she could muster.

"Good choice," he said rolling over and putting out the lamp.

"Oh thanks a lot," Ginny said when she began to undress.

"My pleasure,"

Ginny sighed. Another night on the cold floor. She almost expected thins from him, not the sleeping arrangements, but his deceitfulness and cruelty to other people. Of course he didn't know any better, he was raised that way. But still, he did have his own ethics.

Ginny finally kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks after she pulled over the granny nightgown Elvira gave her, he one with frilled wrists and neckline that went up her throat. Now the matter of unhooking her bra; quite the task when she already had the blasted gown on, it was impossible to reach the hooks at the middle of her back. She had been trying this for quite some time when –

"Here, Weasley," Malfoy, standing right in front of her, guided his hands around Ginny's torso without actually making any contact, unhooked the clasps in under a second. She let out a breath.

"There," he said.

"How did you do that so fast?"

He smirked.

"Wait, don't tell me,"

He stood there for a moment in front of her, just staring.

"Weasley, tell me," he said gravely. "You wouldn't use a band-aid without a reason, would you?"

"No, of course not,"

"Then why do you need to wear a bra?"

She didn't make a move. She was really used to this, but now ... She thought things had changed, that he somehow changed over this past week. Obviously not.

"Goodnight, Malfoy," Ginny hissed with venom as she got to her makeshift bed and curled up into the thin comforter. He's just as vile and arrogant as he'll ever be, she thought to herself. She pondered the day over...that tea session with Mrs. Braun was endless, she just wouldn't stop talking about how she cleans the house or how lazy her husband is (isn't he dead?) and how the backdoor doesn't swing right. It was a confusing day. Ginny tossed and turned and still couldn't fall asleep. And she almost did, it occurred to her that she'd called Malfoy that sinister, gut wrenching name of his: Draco.

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Draco's certainly going to regret that remark. What are Draco's explanations for the morrow? What does he have planned? Is Ginny ever going to rebel against Draco? Is Draco really as twisted as Ginny thinks he is?

Tune in text time to The Wrath of Ginevra wherever Internet maybe available.

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And here it is, your moment of Zen:

FARQUAAD: What is that? It's hideous!

SHREK: Aw that's not very nice. It's just a donkey.