Authors Note: I forgot about this even though I updated a few months ago, so I decided to end it. Don't be TOO sad, now. These things are so fun to write but now the 6th book is out and frankly, what's the point? Oh well, I like my imaginary romances.

At that very moment, at sixteen minutes after ten, both of Ginny's tender worlds were about to collide horribly. She lay, completely smothered in bliss, beneath Draco Malfoy and the terribly beautiful body he inhabited, kissing him as though they would never see each other again (although both knew that would most certainly not be happening). His hands were elsewhere up her shirt and their legs were wound each other's. Her body was packed with such excitement and passion she thought she might explode against him.

However, Will was returning from a busy and stressful day of planning to try and save multiple lives in secret and safe ways. All he wanted was to return home and find Ginny waiting for him with a big mug of tea and open arms and to kiss him gently and remind him that she would always be his hero. That's all he wanted. He was going to find, however, something much, much different.

His brown shoes clapped quietly against the stones leading up to their drive and he whistled a breezy, pleasant tune that had been playing in Percy's office earlier that morning. A cool night breeze relaxed his face and he smiled, shifting his briefcase from one hand to the other as he reached in his pocket for his keys.

It took only a split second for Ginny to hear what she needed to. She heard, all at once, the jingle of his keys, a high note from his whistle and the shuffle of his shoe against the stones. She froze beneath Draco, their lips still stuck together, her fingers still entangled in his robes. He froze too and they made eye contact. Her eyes were filled with terror, and for just a brief moment so were his, but then he realized that this situation was quite to his advantage. If he really wanted to, he could have Apparated that very moment but he didn't want to. He wanted to see how this would turn out.

Ginny's mind was completely blank for a moment as she realized that everything was going to go wrong in about two seconds. Both of their wands lay on the dining room table, and it was too late to go anywhere. She heard Will's key slide into the lock and she still did nothing. She just lay there, hoping some miracle would happen and that Will wouldn't come inside.

But he did. He entered the dark room and shut the door behind him, taking off his cloak and hanging it on a peg next to the door. He sighed heavily and set his briefcase down. Neither Draco nor Ginny made a sound, instead they lay completely still, trying to melt into the fabric of the couch. Ginny's eyes were huge as she watched her husband walk across the dark room and point his wand at a lamp. Light burst into the room, making her eyes water, but she did not blink. She watched as Will walked the opposite direction, never looking back, and he entered the hallway, out of view. She heard him begin to walk up the stairs.

"Ginny! Ginny, are you home, dear?" Will shouted into the house. It echoed through the empty rooms and at that moment, Ginny threw Draco off of her.

"Go!" she whispered loudly, sprinting off the couch and to the table, her bare feet skidding on the wood floors. "Draco, here, get out." She threw him his wand and he caught it with ease and grabbed his cloak off a chair and darted into the kitchen. She followed him.

She could hear Will walking around upstairs, directly above them, in their bedroom. He was most likely getting changed out of his work clothes.

"Draco, you need to leave, I'll try and reach you whenever I can but really—" but she was cut off by Malfoy pulling her into his chest and kissing her firmly.

"You know I don't want to go, Ginny," he breathed into her neck. She tried to push him away but failed as he crushed her against him. "You're mine now, and Will needs to know that."

"No, no," she whispered back, absolutely terrified of the situation at hand. She wanted Will to be safe and unharmed, both physically and emotionally, completely aware that if he ever knew Ginny was not being completely faithful to him he would have a breakdown and most likely would cease to function without her. "We can't do that, Draco, I'm sorry, just go."

He pulled back for a moment and actually smiled. "I refuse," he hissed, and then laughed a tiny, horrible laugh. Ginny realized what he was about to do the moment he threw his head back and opened his mouth and she wanted to simply die.

"WILL!" Draco shouted into the house. The moving ceased upstairs. "Come down here!" Ginny collapsed into a chair and put her hands over her face. This could not be happening. Why was Draco trying to destroy her life? She didn't understand.

She heard Will begin to come downstairs, very slowly. He emerged into the light of the kitchen, looking drained and confused, his pale face shadowed by his messy hair, his clothes hanging unattractively on his thin body. She stared at him and felt so much pity for him she felt like she had to throw up.

"Is that……Is that you, Malfoy?" Will whispered. He stepped further into the light and seemed to absorb the situation. He saw Ginny, sitting on a chair looking completely humiliated, and Draco, standing behind her, his cold face smiling and haughty.

"Yes, it is me. You guessed correctly."

Will looked around hurriedly. "What are you doing here? Ginny—did he hurt you? Get away!" he shouted suddenly, pulling out his wand. But Malfoy was already there, shouting the spell as Will's wand flew out of his hand and into Draco's. Will stood, completely shocked, just watching the two of them.

"Ginny?" Will's voice was weak and quiet in the darkened room. She just stared at the floor, completely unable to stop what was about to happen.

"Will," Draco said loudly. His voice was forceful and deep, wildly different from Will's squeaks of fear and suppressed anger. "It's time you knew what your little wifie has been up to."

Ginny gasped up at him. "Draco, don't…..can I tell him?" she whispered. Draco looked down at her and simply nodded. Ginny stood and walked over to her husband, who was standing slumped against the wall, his hands clenched in fists that shone with sweat in the dim light.

"Will, I know what you're thinking right now, and—"

"Ginny!" Will shouted suddenly in her face. His eyes were wild and she was temped to reach over and hug him and tell him it was all going to be all right, but she stood as straight as she could as he continued to shout. "What's going on here? Why is he here, this horrible disgusting man…..belongs in hell! He abducted you! What are you doing? He's a Death Eater, do you even KNOW what you're doing? Were you two……were you? WERE YOU!" Will bellowed into her face. Ginny did not wince.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, we were." His jaw dropped and his breathing quickened as he looked back and forth between Draco (who was leaning against the table as though none of this mattered one bit) and Ginny (who had tiny tears shining in her eyes).

"I can't…..I just don't. I just don't get it. Ginny? Ginny Weasley? What haven't I given you?" Will moaned. He reached for her hand but she pulled it back as Draco stepped into the conversation quite abruptly.

"Everything! Obviously! That's why she came to me!" Draco shouted at the stooped and broken soul that was once a handsome and confident Will.

"Draco, please, let me do this," Ginny said quietly. She turned back to her husband. "William, you know I love you. I—"

"Then why are you doing this?" he cried.

"Because, I have to, so just listen," she snapped. "I love you both, in completely different ways and I can't help it. Will, you've been…..falling behind lately, just a bit. I don't know how else to explain it. You know Draco and I had a little thing back at Hogwarts, and I suppose it never really died. We discovered this rather recently, and…..oh, Will, I'm so sorry!" Ginny suddenly burst into tears and instead of running to Will, she turned back and raced towards Draco, who hugged her without a trace of emotion on his face.

Will just watched the scene, his face a statue of forced indifference as he screamed inside.

And with that, Draco strode around and took Ginny by the wrist and pulled her through the kitchen door and onto the porch, slamming it behind them. It was only then that he realized Ginny was crying quite hard.

"I can't do this, Draco, it's so horrible. Poor Will," she moaned, looking through the window at Will, who was standing perfectly still.

Draco grabbed her chin and turned her face to him. His eyes were hard and wild and he looked a bit dangerous. Immediately she regretted her decision to follow this madman into the depths of evil and not try to stop him, but then he softened and he let go of her face.

"Do you love me, Ginny?" he asked. She stared at him, bewildered.

"I—I, I don't know, Draco, I mean, Will is my husband but—"

"This is a yes or no question, Ginny, and your entire future depends upon your answer."

Ginny looked up at him, and immediately she knew the answer without thinking. She remembered the feelings they had for each other back at Hogwarts, she remembered his haughty indifference in public and his soft but fierce passion in private. She remembered the way he made her laugh and the way she felt when he held her, as though nothing could ever go wrong. She remembered his kisses that were sometimes so tender it hurt, she remembered his exploring hands and long sideways glances. She remembered him rescuing her, she remembered hating him and then feeling like if she didn't forgive him, the world would end. She remembered everything, so suddenly, and simply nodded.

That was all Draco needed, the tiny inclination of her head. He knew he had her in his grips all along and that she would follow him to the ends of the earth.

He knew, too, that he would do exactly the same for her.

They disappeared together, her holding on to his arm for dear life, in their yard. Before they left, however, Ginny had ran back inside and placed a simple kiss on Will's tear-stained cheek, but nothing more. She could still hear him shouting as they whirled away into black nothingness.

They landed in Draco's home, an enormous mansion that she had no idea had existed, quite Unplottable and very secret. He took her immediately to his bedroom, as it was now nearing midnight and neither had gotten very much rest recently, though those were not the thoughts that were going through his head at the moment.

She still held onto his hand as he led her silently through the ridiculously huge and plush room, her eyes wide as she soaked in her surroundings. She knew this would all take some time to get used to, and she knew what she had to do first.

She stopped walking in the middle of the room and he stopped too, turning around to look at her. "What is it?" he asked.

"You know the conditions on which you have brought me here," she said quietly. He simply looked at her. "I will not be joining in on your evil doings. I will not subject to being your stupid wife doing all your chores and staying at home. I will be doing what I please," she said firmly, looking at him directly in the eyes.

He smiled down at her and nodded. "I knew this," he told her.

"Good. We will arrange things with my family and Harry later. We will not tell him where I am but we will let them know I'm safe and quite content with my decision." He nodded in agreement and pulled off his cloak, throwing it onto a deep red velvet ottoman. He reached over and helped her take off her own, throwing hers onto a different black ottoman that was actually covered in rose petals.

He had obviously known she would be joining him.

And without another word, they fell upon each other, going not to the large and circular bed but to the sofa nearest them. Ginny feared nothing, she knew what she had just done and was about to do and knew that life was too short to allow hers to be boring for the contentment of others.

And so, as they snogged (among other things) without fear or inhibition, Ginny was quite at peace with herself, and with the astoundingly beautiful creature who was upon her, kissing her as though the next day they would both die, though neither planned to be doing so anytime soon.

Authors Note: THE END.

I hope you all enjoyed it, I enjoyed writing it, though it took about two years and really isn't that great. I'm pretty pleased with the ending. Lots of DRAMAAAAA! 3