"And...smile." The photographer directed Ginny and Harry that next Saturday. They smiled as they had several times before, it was almost a second nature. "I think that about does it." The photographer said, looking up. "You two did wonderful, true naturals in front of the camera."

Ginny nodded, and Harry barely glanced in his direction. "So we're done, then?" Harry asked gruffly.

"Yes, once we're all packed up we'll leave you two in peace."

Harry nodded. "The let me help you." He flicked his wand- he didn't even say the words, he had become expert at saying spells in his head that he didn't even bother saying them, anymore- and all of the photographer's, and his assistant's equiptment was packed away neatly, within seconds.

"Good day." The photographer left them, and Ginny sighed a sigh of relief, at least that was over.

"What are you writing anyways?" Harry asked. "I mean, what are you going to say about us?"

Ginny fell into a chair and waved her arms. "I don't even know. We might have to do an interview with my best writer, Vanya Ashby. She's very discreet, and I trust her. If we slip up at any moment she'll act as though it never happened."

"Fine, when?"

"When are you free?"

He thought a moment. "Could we arrange it for tomorrow, this week's a busy week."

"Surely. I'll have Marla contact Vanya."

--

The next day they met Vanya at the office, as Harry refused to do the interview at a cafe or restaurant, like the rest of the interviews for Gala were conducted.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter, nice seeing you today." She shook Ginny's hand, smiling all the way to her mesmerizing green eyes. She turned to Harry. "It's a pleasure meeting you Mr. Potter, please have a seat." She motioned to the seats in the conference room. Harry kept her eyes on her. His eyes followed her walk to her seat across from them, and as she set everything up. "Do you mind if I use a quick-scrawl pen?" She asked holding up a violet quill.

"Actually, I had a rather bad experience with one of those." Harry said.

Ginny placed her hand over Harry's and spoke through gritted teeth. "Harry, Vanya is nothing like that woman you dealt with all those years ago. You can trust her. Vanya, please go ahead."

She smiled sweetly, and began asking them questions, which they answered as best they could without sounding as though they had a marriage that was falling apart. The interview lasted nearly an hour, and throughout the majority of it Harry would steal glances at Vanya, especially when she would sweep her chocolate brown hair out of the way of her delicately featured face. Her skin was a deeply tan, and her eyes jumped out at you because they were so green, when the rest of her was dark. She was beauitful and charismatic, and Ginny knew it. It was just the reason why she had Vanya do the interview, when Ginny could have done it perfectly herself. She knew Harry would fall for her, just as every other man who met her did. Ginny also knew that Vanya harbored a crush for Harry. If Harry "left" Ginny for another woman the public would be more forgiving of Ginny, and would never blame her. If anything they would be sympathetic towards her. They would think, "How could Harry leave her when they had such the perfect marriage?" Ginny would feign hurt, and broken-heartedness, but in the end she could possibly be out their sham marriage.

"So I think that's it," Vanya smiled sweetly. "It has been a pleasure. Mrs. Potter-"

"Please, call me Ginny." She encouraged.

"Okay, Ginny, I'll give you the final write up when I finish, which should be in about a week. That way you can give it a look over and see if there is anything you don't like."

"I'm sure it will be perfect, Vanya, don't worry. Would you like to join us for lunch?"

Harry gave Ginny a fervent glance then looked at Vanya. "Please do, Ms. Ashby, it would be our pleasure."

Vanya beamed. "Of course I would."

They made their way to a nice near by muggle cafe, and after they had ordered Ginny's muggle phone rang. She looked at it, it said Silver Sword Publishing. "Would you please excuse me?" Ginny got up and stepped out to the alley next to the cafe. "Hello?"

"Potter?"

"Yes...Who is this?"

"Draco Malfoy. We need to talk, in person. There seems to be a bit of a problem with your next issue."

"What is it?" She asked lightly, not worried.

"Meet me at my office and we'll talk." He drawled.

"Can't you just tell me over the phone? I mean I have plans."

"No." He said, his voice oozing annoyance. "I don't trust them, but Jenkins insisted on having some in the office."

"Fine. I'll meet you there in an hour?"

"No. Now."

"Excuse me, but I will not be ordered around like that!"

She could practically hear him roll his eyes. "Just come, it needs to be sorted out now, before you're shocked by it while you're shopping for groceries!" With that he hung up.

What was he talking about? She had no clue, but she was rather curious and decided to leave Harry and Vanya and meet Malfoy.

She took a cab to Leaky Cauldron where she apparated to his offices. She arrived in the reception area, which was completely empty. "Hello..?" She stepped into the main part of the offices and looked for Malfoy's office, to no avail.

"Potter! What are you doing?"

Ginny turned and saw Draco staring at her, his arms crossed over his chest feet firmly planted on the ground. His blond hair fell slightly into his eyes, and his muscles outline could be seen through his white button down shirt- Wait! Why am I noticing this? I'm married, he''s a Malfoy, we work together...he's just so handsome...Stop it!

He looked at her strangely. "My office is upstairs." She followed his up some spiral stairs into a magnificent office, it took up half the floor, the other half was occupied by Mr. Jenkins office.

"So, um, what's the emergency?"

He didn't say a word just shuffled through some desk drawers. "This." He tossed a magazine at her. She looked at it, it was the latest issue of Witch Weekly and there on the cover was a picture of Ginny and Draco having dinner, they both look really happy and content. Funny, Ginny didn't remember a moment such as that from their little dinner. The heading was "Trouble in Paradise? Is Potter's Bride Cheating With a Death Eater's Son!" Ginny's mouth hung open. "Wh-What are they...How can they?"

"I don't know. We need to stop the distribution of it. Someone I know at this trash's publishing house sent this to me. Wanted to give me a heads up. I will hunt down whoever wrote this garbage."

"Who did write it?" Ginny asked, flipping though the pages to find the article.

"I don't know, its pseudonym Noella something or other."

"Oh. Can't we use our connections to find out who wrote it?"

Draco stared at her pointedly, her heart skipped a beat, his silver eyes bore into her. "No, we can't. Not even the editor knows who writes it, she just sends in her articles whenever she has real juicy gossip. Apparently our business dinner falls into that category."

Ginny scoffed. "This is ridiculous. I mean I'm married-"

"In a less then perfect marriage."

"Why do insist that my marriage is fake?"

"I know what real love looks like, the two of you don't have it."

"You're so judgmental! How is any love supposed to compare with your parents love? Love like that is extremely rare, if not impossible."

"It's not unattainable, it's possible." He insisted.

"Will you never settle till you find that love?" She asked hesitantly, rolling up and unrolling the tabloid.

"Never. I'd rather be alone then be in a sham relationship." He claimed.

"That's very admirable, but you can't go through life completely alone. I mean, to be completely reliant on yourself, to have no one to lean on?"

"I can handle myself."

"I don't know if I could ever live my life alone." Ginny said remorsefully. She could practically hear him smirking. "You laugh at me? What is so funny about that?"

"It's just that you want everyone to believe your very independent, when you are fully dependant. You can never be alone. Have you ever been without a boyfriend before you got married. Have you ever lived alone? Do you do anything on your own?"

Ginny stared at the ground. "No, never."

"Exactly why you rely on others so much. I don't. Sure, I had my parents but I wasn't a priority for them, I basically brought myself up."

"No wonder you are the way you are."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked defensively.

"Nothing, other then that you always have your guard up. You won't let anyone break down your barrier."

He smirked. "You think you have me all figured out, do you? Well, you have plenty to learn about me." With that he kissed her.