Holy Matrimony
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By: slytherinambition
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Summary: Her world seemed to come crashing down upon her when she heard the news of Harry Potter cheating on her, while she still happened to be dating the man. Out of anger, she ends up drinking herself to the point of which she actually say's yes to a drunk Draco Malfoy on a marriage proposal. Both regretting it the moment they come to in the morning, they find out it will be a whole month before a divorce will be final. Until then, they must live bounded by the words 'I do'. Yet, perhaps good will truly come from the horrible mistake in the end.
Ships: Draco/Ginny, and briefly Harry/Cho.
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Chapter 1 - Painful Goodbyes
"Did you think this would get past me!" She shrieked, her hands flying up in the air out of anger.
Her face was practically as red as her hair. She clenched her fists at her sides, ready to swing one and punch him right in the face. She wouldn't have hesitated doing so either, not even if it were the famous Harry Potter standing in front of her.
"Did you think I was that dense?" Her voice got louder with each word.
He took a step back, knowing the girl in front of him had a temper. "Listen Ginny-"
"No! You listen," she interrupted him, taking a step closer to him when he had taken one back. "We are over."
"She doesn't mean anything!" He yelled back at her, daring to raise his voice.
She wasn't the one sleeping with another, cheating on him when she supposedly loved him. He definitely did not have any reason to be the one raising his voice at her.
"And I'm sure you tell all those girls you've been with the same thing about me!" She yelled back, flinging open the first drawer she could find, the contents spilling everywhere.
She grabbed hold of a few of her shirts, before walking over to the bed and violently throwing them into the already half filled suitcase.
"Everyone told me you were nothing but a bloody prick who thought he was better then everyone else, and I didn't believe them! You know why I didn't believe them Potter?" She asked, though didn't wait for him to answer.
He opened his mouth but she continued.
"Because I loved you! I bloody loved you, you arse!" She tried hard to control her emotions, knowing she was close to tears.
"I love you Ginny," Harry spoke back defensively, trying to pick up the clothing that she had only just thrown on the floor and place back in the drawer.
"Don't think I'm about to believe that Potter."
"Gin…" His words were so soft and vulnerable, but she didn't care. He had been the one snogging the face off of another girl when they were dating.
"I'm leaving, and I will never be coming back. I'll send my brother over to pick up the rest of my things," she said, her voice beginning to go weak.
Ginny fought back tears, not allowing him to see them. She would not let him have the satisfaction of seeing how hurt she happened to be, nor would she let Harry Potter get the best of her. She happened to be a Weasley, and she was strong. A stupid prick of a boy wasn't about to change that.
"Ginny, please don't. Let's just talk. Can't we just talk?" He said desperately, as he watched hopelessly as she shut her overflowing suitcase and picked it up.
She shook her head firmly, before brushing past him. "You don't get another chance."
He reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her forcefully yet gently around to face him.
"Let go of me."
"Not until you calm down and think about what you are doing Ginny!"
She glared at him and pulled her wrist out of his grasp. "Let me be Harry."
For the first time that night she said his first name, and it hurt. It hurt to say the name of the man she had loved, or still did really. The man that had once loved her as well.
"What about what we've gone through? What about all the time we put into this relationship? You aren't going to just throw that all away are you?" He asked, pleading with his eyes. He looked at her, wanting answers, wanting the answers she couldn't give him.
"You've already thrown all that away," she said simply, before taking a deep breath. She looked at him one last time, tears beginning to build in her eyes.
He looked so pained, as though he had just made the worst mistake in his life. She held no sympathy though, none what so every. She was the one who should be hurt, the one who should be weak.
"Goodbye Potter," she said faintly, before turning back around and making her way for the door. She wouldn't allow herself to look back, as though she might end up running back into his arms if she did. She could feel his gaze still on her, yet continued on her way.
Everything was ruined. Everything she had built for herself. Her house, her love, even her heart.
As she slammed the front door behind her, the first tear fell slowly down along her cheek. She pulled her black jacket around herself, the wind having picked up quite a fair bit. Winter was coming, and her she was without a place to stay.
It wasn't as though she didn't have plenty of options. She could go and stay with Ron and Hermione. They would welcome her with open arms. Yet at the same time she was afraid they would try to convince her that Harry wasn't all that bad. After all, they were his best friends.
Then there were her parents, and the rest of her family, though knew she would only be hounded for information if she asked to stay there for a while. That or her family would be out that night hunting Harry Potter down to murder the boy.
Yes, her family was still very protective over her, even though she was of the age 21 now.
Her dark red locks seemed to glow in the dark as she walked down along the street, her suitcase following along in tow.
She soon came to a dimly light street lined with small boutiques and cafes. Her eye caught sight of 'Jasper's Pub' and without thinking; she made her way towards it.
She wasn't much of a drinker, but felt this made a perfect situation to start.
The place was dark and lively when she entered, music seeming to shake the ground as she walked over to the bar. Finding an empty stool next to the bar, she dropped her suitcase with a large bang against the floor.
Within moments a handsome bartender neared her, and asked if she would like anything.
"Give me anything, the hardest liquor you've got," she mumbled, looking around the room. She didn't really want someone she knew catching her drinking, not that she wasn't old enough. That simply would be a dead giveaway something was wrong.
The bartender eyed her for a moment after her request, before nodding and quickly disappearing into the mountains of glasses and bottles of liquor. He came out with a large glass of yellow colored stuff, and Ginny paid the required amount.
It looked good enough, and really, at the moment Ginny had nothing to lose. She had already lost the person she had been head over heels for before she had even meet him during her first years at Hogwarts.
She took a ship, the liquid trickling down her throat, stinging it slightly. She winced at the feel of it, but continued to drink until the whole glass was empty. Still, the pain was there.
After who knows how many drinks, the pain slowly began to numb and die away. That and her ability to do much as well. She once again dropped the empty glass on the counter, blinking a few times at how dizzy she was beginning to feel.
"Can I get you anything else Miss?" The bartender said to Ginny, though she didn't quite catch his words.
"Uh.." she began, her words slurred.
"I think she's had quite enough," said a man beside her, his words slightly slurred as well, but not nearly as bad as Ginny.
The bartender simply nodded and continued on his way to help others.
She looked over at the man who had spoken, crossing her hands over her chest. "I d-don't think he asked… y-youu that question… s-sirr…" she said stumbling over her words.
"I was wondering when you were going to speak to me," he said charmingly, a lopsided grin on his lips. His breath spelt like alcohol, plenty of it.
"Excuse me-" she began, but her body seemed to jerk and fall out of her stool onto the ground. After that moment everything when black.
She opened her eyes slowly, the sunlight causing her to snap them shut. It was so bloody light outside, and it didn't help that her head happened to be pounding.
She didn't know where she was, but definitely not on the cold floor of the pub she had been to last night. She hardly could remember what she had ordered let alone done last night, only that by the feel of the headache she had, she had a few too many drinks.
Ginny once again opened her eyes, squinting at the intensity of the light.
She glanced around her slowly, obviously being in a bed. Nothing looked familiar in the least.
She began to panic, before flinging herself out of the bed. She continued to quickly look around the room, before her eyes traveled down to herself. There was a reason as to why she was all of a sudden so much colder.
That being her clothing, or should it be the lack of. She wore nothing at all.
"Oh bloody hell," she muttered under her breath as her hands flew up to cover the top half of her body, which still left her bottom half fairly visible. She scrambled back into the bed, noticing when doing so that she wasn't along.
There on the bed was someone she hadn't even though she'd see again.
Draco Malfoy.
Then everything went black.
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Author Note: Please read and review and tell me what you guys think! That'd be very kind of ya'll, and I'd love you forever. Next chapter coming soon.