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Chapter 5:

Ginny placed a hand to her mouth, it was only a while ago that he had kissed her. She could almost still taste him, if she really focused on the memory. It was a beautiful kiss, she hadn't felt that kind of fire in a kiss in years. It was so new and enticing. She secretly hoped for more. Ginny was ashamed of herself for kissing another man while she was married, but technically she hadn't kissed him, he had kissed her. What had motivated him to do it? She had no idea, she prayed he got motivated more often. She remembered his eyes when he pulled away, they smiled slightly, a spark in his startling silver eyes. She had been breathless, she was shocked, worried, confused, thrilled, and enthralled all at the same time. She had tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He smirked and left, leaving her in confused silence. It was a few moments before she had gathered herself and left. She had tried to find Harry and Vanya, but to no avail. She shrugged and walked home, almost floating from her happiness. It was so childish, but still she couldn't get him out of her mind. She yearned to kiss him again. This time it would be perfect, she'd be prepared and kiss him back fully, just like when she was a teenager.

She giggled to herself, she had not had thoughts such as these since before she married Harry. Always when she developed a new crush she'd reminisce about the previous kisses and fantasize about the upcoming.

She twirled her hair while unlocking the door to her apartment, she called for Harry but he wasn't there. She decided to go shopping on Diagon so to have some time to think. She had always done her best thinking while shopping. She changed from slacks and a soft blouse to a swaying emerald green skirt and canary yellow camisole and cardigan. She stared at her shoe closet, she had always wanted a shoe closet because she never had any room for hers when she was younger. She picked out some bright yellow kitten heels. She switched her bag to a larger white bag and put her oversizes sunglasses so no one would reconigze her.

As she walked towards Diagon Alley she couldn't stop smiling to herself. She walked into her favorite store, an antique jewlery store. She had never bought anything from there, but she had always wanted to. She glanced at her flawless diamond wedding band. Suddenly a surge of guilt swallowed her. She should have never kissed him, and she was wrong for wanting to kiss him again. She was married for chrissake! However, it was a loveless marriage. And of course, now she was adding fuel to the fire of rumors that were floating around about her and Draco.

She slid her sunglasses from her head back to her face and walked out of the store. "Gin?" A familiar voice called.

Ginny turned and saw Hermione, as pregnant as ever smiling widely. "Hermione!" Ginny squeeled. "Wow, you're huge!"

Hermione laughed, "Only when you're pregnant does that count as a compliment," her eyes twinkled while she spoke. "I just left from having lunch with Ron, he had to leave for a business meeting. What business? I could never tell you. I don't know exactly how much business there is in being a professional quidditch player." She laughed again.

Ginny laughed as well. "Me and Harry recently finished an interview with my magazine for our Valentines issue. Our new publishers apparently think our perfect marriage is the ideal topic for that issue." She shurgged, and continued to smile half heartedly.

Hermione gave her an apraising look. "Gin, I know when something's wrong with you, and I've known for years that you and Harry..."

"Shh, Herm, not in public. Never in public. Why don't we go have a nice chat somewhere more private?"

Hermione grimaced, "I would gladly any other day, but I have a lot of work to do before I start my maternity leave. Can you believe I'm going to be a mother in just over a month?"

"I think the correct question is 'Can you believe Ron is going to be a father?'. Now you I'm not worried about, you've always been the ideal of responsibility, but Ron? Him I'm a little worried about, especially if what's in there is a little girl."

Hermione giggled, "He will drive her crazy, but we won't know what the baby is until he or she is born."

"Of course, now promise me Hermoine, if it is a girl don't let Ron and all of my brothers be too protective of her, OK? She needs to have freedom, make mistakes, and know that she'll always be loved." Ginny asked.

Hermione looked at her strange. "You sound like you won't be around to protect her and yell at Ron. You can still enforce it."

Ginny grimaced, seeing how her and Harry's marriage was going, and of her new found fondess for Draco she'll be considered a traitor in the family and never be forigiven. It was not at though they wouldn't disown a family member, just look at Percy. She could never relent this to Hermione and just reassured her instead. "No no, I'll be here. But, make sure she knows she can always count on her Auntie Ginny to protect her against her stupid uncles."

"Of course. Now I must get back to work." No one was quite sure what Hermione did, she was basically a payed scholar. She studied several things, traveled for educational reasons, taught occasionally and wrote several books. She was incredibally busy all the time. Ron and Hermione balanced each other out, she was very responsible and disciplined, while Ron was irresponsible and very relaxed. They were pretty much opposites but hopelessly inlove and devoted to one another. Ginny could only hope for love like that. Of course, long ago she kissed good bye any of those dreams.

"Speaking of uncles, I should go see Fred and George I haven't seen them in a while." Ginny smiled. "I miss them actually. Who would have thought it? Well, bye Herm, get your worked all squared away!"

Ginny smiled and began to walk to the head offices of Weasley Wizard Weezes. Their little joke shop had become a big business, and their products were sold in several countries.

"Excuse me?" A small voice called. Ginny looked down to a see a young girl, probably only seven years old looking up at her sweetly.

"Yes, honey?" Ginny asked, kneeling to be the at eye level with the little girl.

"Are you Ginny Potter?" She asked.

"I sure am, and you are?"

"Lani."

"That's a pretty name. What can I do for you?"

"I was just wondering why are you being so mean to Harry Potter?"

Ginny's eyes widened. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Why are you cheating on Harry Potter! He's the greatest and you're leaving him for an evil man!"

Ginny stared at the little girl, aghast. She looked up to see the little girl's mother, whose face was pale white. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't know she was going to do that."

Ginny glanced at the woman's bag in it she could see a portion of the headline from the Witch Weekly that Draco had shown her earlier. Odd, she could have sworn he said it wasn't on newsstands yet. Ginny glanced at the woman. "Don't worry about it, stuff happens. By the way," she nodded at the magazine. "That stuff is garbage." Being satisfied by the woman's look of horror she left, completely forgetting about her plan to see her brothers. She was really angered that the magazine was already on stands. She pulled out her muggle phone and tried to dial the number that Draco had called her with but there was too much magic around for the phone to work. She apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and tried her phone outside. It rang several times before a woman's voice answered.

"Hello, you've reached Silver Sword Publishing House. No one is in at the moment to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone." The tone sounded and she began ranting.

"Draco Mafloy, it's Ginny Potter, we need to talk about that stupid magazine you showed me. It's already on stands. I thought you said you were going to stop it! We need to talk." She hung up and screamed her frustration. A few passerby stared at her but she just glared at them. Suddenly her phone rang. She picked up without looking at who it was.

"We do need to talk." he draawled. "Let's meet at the muggle restaurant Korsons at 5th and Brinley."

Ginny hailed a cab and found the restaurant. She entered the restaurant and asked the maitre d' if Draco was there. He was and the maitre d' led her to a private VIP room in the way back of the restaurant. He began fussing at her as soon as she walked in.

"Where do you get off yelling at me like that? Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are dealing with? I am Draco fuckin' Malfoy! How dare you!"

"Draco. Draco. DRACO!" He finally stopped talking by the third time she said his name. "Stop whining and tell me why the hell is that piece of shit magazine is on stands? Do not cry about who your freakin' father was and who you are. I don't care about any of that! The only thing I care about is why that tabloid trash isn't burning somewhere to never be seen."

He was silent a second, he obviously was not accustomed to being yelled at and told what to do. For chrissake she was the editor of magazine- she had to yell at people and get the point across that she was the boss and not to be fucked with.

"I don't know how it happened. My source had said it wasn't going to be on stands but she's obviously a fucking liar! Trust me, I'll deal with it."

"Fine. Just deal with it. If I see one on a newsstand tomorrow I will personally go to the editor's office and rip her head off."

Draco stared at her with new eyes, without a moments hesitation he began to kiss her fiercely. This time she kissed him back and it was absolutely perfect. There was such heat that Ginny had not felt in years she wasn't sure what to do. She did not want the kiss to end, and he seemed not to either. When they finally came up for air Ginny tried to say something.

"Draco, what is with all of these kisses?" She asked, a little afraid of the answer.

He shrugged, "I want you."

"I'm married."

"I don't care. I always get what I want."