"This isn't going to work." Ginny muttered to herself, as she tried desperately to think of lies to put into the article about her and Harry. She didn't know why she agreed to do the article, she had the authority to say no. But, then again she wanted to prove that of course she had the perfect marriage, no matter how big of lie it was.

Their marriage wasn't always this unhappy, for a while things had been perfect.

They had been dating off and on since her fifth year at Hogwarts. During her sixth year, he had refused to return to Hogwarts, stating that Hogwarts was not home without Dumbledore. Despite his partially being right, for the next two years it was a constant sore spot in their relationship, Ginny had always felt abandoned.

By the end of that year, Harry had had yet another encounter with Voldemort. Many died in the Last Battle, including Voldemort. Harry nearly died, while he was at St. Mungos Ginny had constantly been by his bedside. At the end of his stay there, he asked her to marry him. She of course said yes, but they had to wait until she was done with school. One month after her graduation from Hogwarts they were married.

Harry had become a very successful Auror, and Ginny, a girl who had always loved fashion, began a small fashion magazine, that had now become the most prestegious Witch fashion magazine, Gala.

They were both incredibly happy, and Ginny thought the rest of their lives together would be wonderfully, blissfully, perfect. She was wrong.

By their second year of marriage they began to get on each other's last nerve. Harry was never interested, Ginny tried to forget the evil of the past. Soon their marriage became a marriage of convenience. Ginny benefitted in having a husband who was incredibly famous for all the right reasons, as well as being wealthy, which helped with a starter company. Harry benefitted, by marrying his best friend's sister, a woman who was apart of the fight against Voldemort, was incredibly innocent, beautiful, and successful, everything that the public wanted The Boy Who Lived's wife to be. Love wasn't even an issue anymore, they both knew they didn't love each other. However, divorce was never an option. They didn't even share a bedroom. She had the master suite in their expansive apartment, and he slept in an equally large room on the opposite side of the apartment. They went to social functions together, smiled for the camera, and a couple times a week, or as often as it could be arranged they ventured to the streets so people and paparazzi could see them together, pretending to be happy just so the public could coo over their perfect marriage.

Ginny was sick to death of it. She wanted a life filled with love, she wanted children, she wanted passion. She didn't want a convenient marriage!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Mrs. Potter..."

Ginny turned and saw Marla, she smiled weakly. "How many times must I tell you? Call me Ginny."

"Sorry... Ginny." She said, slightly embarassed. "Mr. Malfoy is here to see you."

Ginny groaned, "Tell him I went to lunch."

"At 9:30?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't want to face him, think of something."

"Okay," she shrugged. "How are things coming with the article?"

"As good as can be expected," she grimaced. Marla knew of Ginny's marital problems, as Marla knew everything about Ginny's life because she scheduled nearly every second of it.

"Don't worry, Ginny, it will all work out. I'll help you." She put her ahnd on top of Ginny's and smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you," Ginny said appreciatively. "Tell Mr. Malfoy to schedule a private meeting, preferably towards the end of this week. Maybe by then we'll have at least gotten an idea of the concept of this article."

Marla nodded, and rushed out of the room. Ginny turned her seat to stare out the window, that took up two walls in her office. Se stared out and saw London, both Muggle and Wizarding versions. She sighed, and watched as raindrops began to drizzle down the window.

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"Harry, keep next Saturday free, we have to take pictures for the spread in the next issue."

Harry nodded, "Why are we even doing this?"

"To prove our marriage isn't fake."

"It is though."

"So what if it is? The public doesn't know that, and we must keep them reassured that we have a perfect marriage."

"This is becoming ridiculous."

Ginny nodded, "I'm getting sick of jumping through hoops."

"I had enough of my life being examined when I was in school, I don't understand why we must help them stare."

"It's better to be my magazine, then some ratty, piece of garbage speculating."

"Has there been rumors?" He asked, suddenly perking up, his eyes a bit worried.

"A few, here and there."

Harry held his head. "Where did we give them room? Have you been out with anyone?"

"No." She responded, her dinner with Draco not even crossing her mind. "Have you?"

"Only, Hermione, but Hell, she's pregnant with your brother's baby, no one would put us together."

Ginny nodded. "Well then, we'll just have to make the extra effort."

"This is so damn pointless! I say we get a divorce."

"We both would love that, Harry, but you and I both know it isn't logical. The public would be torn as to whose fault it was."

"Who cares? Why are we putting them before our happiness? It's our lives!"

"Well, they keep me in business, and they'll hate me because through the majority of their lives they've always loved you! You can't hate me that much to wish me failure."

"Surely, some will side with you."

"No, they won't."

"We need to come up with something."

"I know."