It was a strange sensation, waking up in a normal bed with a pillow and a duvet, one night on cold floorboards had taught Ginny the true meaning of what it was to be a Malfoy.

She felt sorry for her husband.

The reality of what had happened the previous night hit her, no longer was she little Ginny Weasley, the baby of the Weasley children.

She was Mrs. Malfoy, forced into marriage by a man who tried to rape her, and in two years time she would have to have had two children. And she couldn't tell her parents any of these things, except the marriage, but that could wait until later.

At least she was no longer in the cold dungeons of Malfoy Manor with her grunting sweating father in law atop her naked body.

God. it made her sick just thinking about it.

She had let him, she was pathetic, maybe he should have just fucked her right their, she had pretty much acted like she wanted it, she was a whore a stupid little slut.

It's almost funny, Ginny thought, a couple of hours before I get married I get forced to suck my enemy's cock, oh the irony.

"Oh the fucking irony!" Ginny laughed hollowly at her internal monologue.

She wanted to cry but her emotion seemed to have dryed up.

Ginny just turned over onto her other side and hugged her knees to her chest.

Ginny remained in that position all day. Only closing her eyes when her mother came to check on her or ask her down for meals.

Molly had thought it best to leave her daughter be, magic couldn't always heal the mental pain one felt, and poor Ginny had just come back from being kidnapped by the Malfoys.

The next morning Ginny came down unusually early, Authur had already left for work and Molly was the up cooking breakfast.

"Morning mum."

"Morning dear, I thought I'd let you sleep yesterday, you looked so peaceful."

Mrs. Weasley smiled fondly at her daughter, and handed her a couple of slices of toast.

"That Draco's a very nice boy really dear."

"What?"

Ginny spoke rather abruptly with her mouth full of toast.

"Manners Ginny, you mean Pardon"

"Sorry. You actually like him?"

"Of course my dear, he's just rather misunderstood." Mrs. Weasley paused. "You to should meet up sometime, he's about your age..."

Mrs. Weasley grinned at Ginny.

Ginny flicked a mock annoyed look at her mother.

"But seriously dear, he seemed rather fond of you."

"Mum do you hav..."

Ginny was interupted by Ron's loud yawn.

"Mornin' mum, Ginny."

"Nice to see you back Ginny, so do the Malfoy's really keep dark artefacts?"

"Ronald Weasley! Do you not think first to ask of your sister's wellbeing?"

Mrs. Weasley reproved her son for seemingly not caring about his sister.

"God I was only askin'..."

"Pardon Ronald?"

A dangerous edge to Mrs. Weasley's voice put a stop to Ron's muttering.

Ginny smiled it was good to be back.

The rest of the summer was uneventful for Ginny, she spent days trying to forget her ordeal.

Lazing around the house and garden drowsed by the scents of late summer flowers, Ginny could sometimes convince herself that the Malfoy's were figments of her own imagination.

Days passed an occasional visit from Fred and George in Diagon alley breaking her lazy routine.

Bill and Fleur were still on their honeymoon, and Charlie had gone back to Romania after their wedding. Percy always found excuse to not visit and Mr. Weasley was rarely home.

Ron missed Harry as well but he was growing used to his not being there plus he still had Hermione and whenever she visited it was evident that their relationship helped them overcome the loss of Harry.

Only one thing really troubled Ginny's mind.

What had Lucius Malfoy meant? Her children would have Dumbledore's protection, but how, the man was dead?

Ginny's answer came to her in the form of an eavesdropped conversation between Ron and Hermione.

"Hermione I really think Harry's dissapearance had something to do with Dumbledore's death"

"How can it? Dumbledore is gone everything about him is, accept it Ron Dumbledore has ceased to be conscious, and Harry is gone and we are never going to see him again."

Hermione sobbed bitterly into Ron's shoulder

Ginny had been bringing them coffee when she heard them and was about to turn and leave when...

"He said something once about him never truly being gone until everyone stopped believing in him, and I don't know about you Hermione but I still believe in him, death is really just a new adventure for one as wise as him."