(A/N You guys make me giggle. Where's the trust? Where's the love. Chill out! It will be okay! Just keep reading the story. Here's a hint: if you have read my previous story than you know of my feelings for Harry, so come on think about it. Just chill out and trust me, I have a vision. Just chill out, deep breaths, deep calming breaths, it ain't over yet! Like I said a few more chapters left to go. Deep calming breaths, deep calming breaths. You guys are so entertaining. I love you all! Trust me. Got it? I'm hurt though, seriously hurt by your comments, sniff sniff. Just keep reading, everything will be explained in the next few chapters. I promise. Just TRUST ME!)

Disclaimer: It's a miracle I woke up today and I was JK Rowling! Can you believe it. If you can then, well, hehe, I have some great beach front property to sell you in Kansas.

September Twenty First.

Draco looked down at the paper for the fifth time that morning. Potter? She was engaged to Harry fucking Potter? That prat! She was engaged to him! That would not do, that would not do at all. It was time, after all these years it was time. He quickly read through the article again, when was it, when? Then he saw it, the engagement party was tomorrow, at the Palace. Typical. Potter was so mundane. The Palace? Draco rolled his eyes at the thought.

Engaged! He rolled the paper up and threw it in the fire. Potter wasn't going to get his girl, no he wasn't. Had she not gotten the book he sent her, did she not know what pink meant? Draco got up from his couch and stormed into the bathroom. He needed something to do today to keep his mind off of that damn engagement. If he went to work all he would do is hear about it. If he went out shopping it would be everywhere, spoken about, newspapers on display. Damn it!

Draco turned on the water till it was almost too hot and climbed it. She wasn't going to marry Potter, that's all there was too it. She couldn't. She just couldn't. Draco climbed out of his shower a few minutes later and quickly got dressed, not bothering to do anything with his hair. He walked back into his sitting room and relaxed on his couch.

Draco's sitting room was his favorite room in the house. It had light gray walls and hardwood floors. There was a huge marble fireplace across from his large green couch. But that wasn't why it was his favorite.

No. It was the art work he had hanging on his walls. On the wall to the left of his fireplace was a painting with a dried pansy in the middle. It was a purple pansy that was screaming. To the right of his fireplace was a picture filled with black and red and green and it had a rather large tear though the middle of it.

Right over his fireplace was his favorite picture. The self portrait. Ginny Weasley's painting of her aura. He knew what it was the minute he saw the who had painted it. He wondered about the colors though. Her aura was darker now, more depressing. He still had the picture she had colored him when he was in school. He had held the two art works up, side by side, comparing.

What was once something filled with blue and pink was now filled with more black and green. It made him sad. The painting was still beautiful though. Everything she made was beautiful.

He remembered when he had picked up the paper a few years ago and there she was, gracing the front page, smiling and showing off her art work. He had recognized the painting behind her instantly, even though he had never gotten to see it. It was her screaming pansy painting. He had read the article, trying to find out if she was selling her paintings. She was. Draco immediately wrote the owner of the museum and told him he would pay any price for that painting as long as the artist didn't find out who bought it.

Two days later it arrived. A few months later she had another art show, and this one Draco went to, for just a few minutes. Long enough to see the painting with the huge tear in it. And it had killed him to look at it. He bought it anyway. It was a full year later before he had seen her 'self portrait' and he immediately bought it. It had already been sold to some fool who thought it was 'psychedelic'. But he was Draco Malfoy and that name still commanded some respect. So he bought it, stupid fool hadn't even known what it was. He didn't deserved the painting. Draco did though, he could look at it all day.

Not today though, his mind was racing. Engaged, engaged, engaged. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. No, no no no no!!!!!

Ginny woke up later than she had expected to. She was glad to find she got some sleep though. She rolled off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen to get some coffee. She poured herself a large mug and sat down to find her table drenched in letters. She quickly sorted them into three piles. From family, press, and Harry's stalkers. She expected quite a few of them would hex her if she opened them so she pushed that pile far from her as she started on the one from her family.

She opened the envelope that contained Ron and Blaise's letter, to find that there were two different letters.

Dear Ginny,

That's great! I'm so happy for you! Of course we will be there for your engagement party. How could I miss my little sister's engagement party. Give Harry my best and you two behave yourselves. I wish I could write more but I'm quite tired. The owl dropped the letter right on my head and woke me up. How many times must I tell you don't send a post office owl to me, they have no manners. Right the, anyways, Blaise said he is going to write you his own letter.

I love you

Ron

Dear Ginny,

Before you marry Harry (did you notice that rhymes!) there is something I have to tell you. I wasn't suppose to, but after all these years how could it hurt.

You know that necklace you have, that Draco gave you? You know how it glows pink? Well when it glows pink around someone it means that you have found your soul mate. Draco is your soul mate.

Hope I didn't ruin your engagement by telling you. I would just feel horrible if I hadn't. I love you. And I hope you are doing well and I suppose I'm happy for you. Ron and I are coming to your engagement party (well he is making me, I'm sorry I just don't like Harry that much) so I will see you soon.

Love,

Blaise

Dear Ginny,

Your father and I are so happy for you. He sends his love and congratulations.

It's just so wonderful, my baby girl getting married! It's about time too. Most girls are married by the age of 19! And here you are already 21. Anyway, yes of course I will have lunch with you, maybe after we can go dress shopping! I'm just so happy for you!

Love,

Mum and Dad

Ginny stopped reading after she read those letters. She would have to read the rest later. Blaise had known and never told her. She would have to talk to him about that. She knew why Blaise didn't like Harry, he had never forgiven him for trying to break her and Draco up. But that was ancient history. In the past, just like Draco.

She shook her head as she tucked the rest of the letters from her family into her bag. She had to get a shower and open her shop, she didn't have time to think about what could have been. She made her way to her bathroom and jumped in the shower, she quickly washed her hair before jumping out again. She got dressed in some old clothes, she was going to paint before lunch, and made her way to her shop.

She opened her shop and made her way to the back, her painting area. This was the real reason she liked her shop. Harry didn't get her fascination with art. He had never been to her shows and barely looked at her paintings. He thought they were a waste of time. Every time he said that he had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him that maybe he was a waste of her time. She couldn't say that now, not since she was engaged.

Ginny heard the tinkle of her bell that warned her when someone opened the shop and she made her way to the front.

"I was wondering if I could get a comment for the paper about your engagement."

Ginny glared at the reporter. "No comment, buy something or get out."

"The public wants to know."

"Then go ask Harry." Ginny replied. "Out!" She hustled the reporter out of her shop and quickly cast a spell that would only let buyers in. She wasn't going to deal with reporters all day. She silently thanked Hermione for sending her that spell. When she had first started dating Harry her store had been filled with reporters and in a desperate plea she had owled Hermione.

Wonderful Hermione had found a spell for her to use. Yes, Hermione was wonderful. Of course, the spell did have to be cast everyday. But that was okay, she didn't need it everyday, just on days where Harry made a big splash in the news. She watched with amusement as a reporter was bounced away from her door before she made her way back to her canvas.

Her very blank canvas. What should she do with it? There were so many possibilities. None that she felt like exploring at the moment. So instead, she just turned on some music and started painting. A few hours later she stood back and admired her art work. She was a little surprised she had finished it, with all the customers that had come it. After it dried she would ship it off to the museum and let them sell it. She knew the minute she had stepped back to look at it what she had painted. It looked very similar to her self portrait but it wasn't her. Never mind who's aura it was. It didn't matter. Harry would be upset if he knew. Oh well, screw Harry.

Ginny cast a cleaning charm on her self and checked the time. In a few minutes she would have to leave to go to lunch. Ginny made her way to her cash register to cash out and then closed her shop and made her way down the street to the witch's brew.

"Ginny!" her mother cried excitedly when she saw her daughter.

"Hey mum." Ginny replied hugging her mother.

"Let me see the ring." Her mother demanded holding out her hand. Ginny placed her hand in her mothers and stood there while she 'oohed' and awwed' over it. Finally her mother gave her hand back to her and they made their way into an empty booth in the little pub.

Ginny and her mother talked about random things as they waited for their lunch to arrive and her mother ended up talking her into going dress shopping.

Ginny sighed quietly to herself as she was tugged from one bridal store to another. There was no question as to whether she was going to wear a dress or witch's robes. No, Harry liked to do things the muggle way. Which meant she had to wear a common muggle wedding dress and her mother was all too thrilled to go shopping.

She groaned as yet the tenth dress that day was thrust out for her to try on. She slipped behind the dressing curtain and wiggled the dress up her body.

"Mum, it's too tight."

"Nonsense. Just suck your stomach in."

"Mum, I don't have that much stomach to suck in, it's too small."

"Ginny, just do it."

"Mum, I can't breath," Ginny gasped as he mother zipped her up. "I can't breath."

"Look at that you look beautiful." Her mother announced looking at her daughter's reflection in the mirror.

"I can't breathe."

"Stop being melodramatic. I think we have found the dress."

"Fine, get it off of me." Ginny gasped reaching for the zipper.

"Behave." her mother lectured her as she batted Ginny's hand away and unzipped her dress. "Let's go, you still need something to wear for tomorrow."

"No mum, I have a dress." Ginny replied slipping out of the dress and pulling her pants on. "Maybe we should just look for some shoes."

"Wonderful idea." her mother beamed. "You will have to go pay, I don't know muggle money."

"I know mum." Ginny nodded as she took the dress. "Can you bill this to Harry Potter."

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you."

"Are you his fiance?" the girl behind the counter asked. "It was all in the papers."

"Yes." Ginny nodded. Of course her boyfriend would be famous in both worlds, she would have to deal with the press in both worlds.

She rejoined her mother as they made their way out of the store and they started on shoe shopping.

Ginny didn't have anything to wear tomorrow night, but knowing Harry he had something for her to wear anyway. His publicist probably picked it out. They were probably going to match. Ginny shuddered at the thought. Well, whatever her brought to her she was changing the color. He would probably bring her a red dress. He just loved red for some reason. Ginny hated red, especially on her. Green, that's what color she would wear.

A few hours later Ginny finally escaped from her mother, after buying three pairs of shoes and making thousands of wedding plans. She left her dress with her mother. Apparently it was bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the day.

Ginny collapsed on her couch. Today had been long, too long. She yawned as she picked up the remote to the t.v. One good thing about Harry was he liked to watch t.v., therefore they had one. She flipped through the channels, trying to find something to watch. She gave up finally. Instead she opted to read a book. As she read her book she fingered her necklace, she found she did that often when her hands weren't occupied.

Harry hated her necklace. How many fights had they had over it? A thousand at least. He didn't want her to wear something that Draco had given her. How many times did she have to tell Harry that Draco wasn't anything to her. She hadn't seen him in years. But, no Harry had to throw a fit. Which is one of the reasons she continued to wear it. If he was going act so silly over a necklace then she was going to flaunt it. That, and she was just so use to wearing it.

She looked up as Harry came in. "You have some fan mail."

"Really?" Harry asked as he walked over to the table and looked down. He grinned as he looked at the mail piled on the table.

"I assumed some of them were from your stalkers, so I didn't open any."

"I don't have stalkers."

"You do and you love the fact that you do." Ginny replied. "I know better than that."

"So I might have like one or two."

"You have Janette, Laura, Amy, Michelle, Michael, Greg, Megan, Katherine, Lucy, Chase, Jonathon and Mary." Ginny replied from memory. "And the fact that a few of those stalkers are guys makes me worry."

"It isn't like you have any reason to worry." Harry replied pulling her closer to him and kissing her . "I mean it isn't like I'm insane about them like I am you."

"I suppose." Ginny smiled back."So what are we doing for dinner?"

"Take out?"

"Delivery?"

"Chinese?"

"Sounds great." Ginny smiled. "You order it, I don't like using the telephone."

"Fine." Harry nodded. "Your usual?"

"Yes please." Ginny replied.

She smiled as she sat down, it wouldn't be so bad marrying Harry, after all she loved him. So what if a few of his habits bugged her. She was sure she did things that bugged him also.

"You're perfect."A memory whispered to her and she shook her head, trying to shake away the memory. She leaned into Harry as he sat beside her and flipped on the t.v. He immediately went to sports. It seemed he knew about every sport in the known universe. He had tried to get Ginny interested but, who cares about a sport played on the ground? She sat there with him until dinner arrived and she set it out while Harry watched the last few minutes of the game he was watching, baseball?

"Ginny," Harry said quietly as he took a bite of his dinner.

"Yes?" She asked looking up.

"When would you like to get married. She thought for a few minutes. "November."

"This November?"

"Sure why not?" Ginny shrugged smiling.

"Isn't that a little soon."

"If you don't want to, that's fine." Ginny replied quickly.

"No, I want to, I just wasn't sure you wanted to."

"Yeah." Ginny nodded. "I do."

"Okay. What day?"

"The second Saturday."

"Okay." Harry nodded. "I'll let the press know."

"Harry,"

"Yes."

"Does the press have to be at our wedding?" Ginny asked. "I just wanted it to be close friends and family."

"Of course they have to be there."

"But, why?"

"Because the public wants to know about it."

"But, we don't owe the public anything." Ginny replied. "Just ourselves."

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not!"

"Ginny, come on, you understand don't you?"

"Understand what?" Ginny asked. "I just wanted a small wedding."

"Ginny, even if it were just family it would be a huge wedding."

Ginny sighed. He was right, she had so much family. "I invited Hermione and Snape to the engagement party. I expect you to be nice."

"Of course dear."

"And not just when you are around reporters."

Harry groaned. "But, it's Snape."

"And he is your supposed best friends husband, best friend who you haven't written lately."

"I will write her after dinner."

"You haven't spoken to her since she became a Snape."

"It's Snape."

"Harry."

"I will."

"Thank you." Ginny replied as she finished her dinner. "I'm going to take a bath and then go to bed."

"I'll be to bed in a little bit." Harry replied. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"How could you have told her about pink?" Ron demanded as he stormed around his and Blaies's flat.

"She had to know."

"No she didn't." Ron replied, snippily.

"I knew I never should have told you about the necklace." Blaise groaned. "What was I thinking."

"You were thinking that no shagging me ever again would really suck."

"Ron, don't be mad. She had to know."

"I want her with Harry. He's my best friend."

"He's a prat."

"He isn't."

"Ron, look at me. He is a prat."

"You're a prat."

"And you love it."

"Only because you are fun in bed."

"I'm fun other places too." Blaise replied in a sing song voice. "The tub, the shower, the couch, the kitchen table."

"Which don't ever mention to mum, she would go crazy, she has eaten off this table."

"Sturdy table." Blaise replied as he pushed Ron against it.

"We just got home from Italy and already you are trying to get in my pants."

"I told you, sexual peak."

"Sexual peak my ass." Ron snorted. "You've been stuck in this same sexual peak since I have met you."

"What can I say?" Blaise smirked. "You are just irresistible."

"Damn straight." Ron replied.

"Especially since Quidditch season has started and you have started to train again." Blaise replied running his hands up Ron's shirt.

"Sturdy table." Ron grinned.

"I know."

Draco had made up his mind. He was crashing that engagement party. It was as simple as that. Potter wasn't going to get his girl. Hell no.

(A/N remember to trust me! That's all I'm asking for is a little trust! Okay? Just trust me, have I ever led you wrong before?)