Sorry it took so long, I've also got another D/G fic in the workings. :-)
Disclaimer: I own a huge chocolate bunny with bitten off ears. And thats about all.
Also, a warning, this chapter is less amusing than the two before and more, back to the point. However, I am planning on throwing in some amusement (by name of Blaise) into the next chapter. ;-)
So now without further ado, on to the much awaited lists!
"Number one," Ginny said, settling down with her list into a beanbag chair she had just conjured up, "I get a more suitable room. Suitable meaning: larger, with furniture and all necessities, and decorated to my tastes."
"Done," Draco said, "Flicking his wand towards the upstairs. You may now have the room next to mine. I've already moved your stuff."
"Thank you," Ginny said hesitantly, having expected more of a fight from him.
"Number one," Draco said, turning to his list, "I won't deny you the right to roam the mansion, but if you find a locked door, I suggest you walk away immediately and never wonder about the room's contents again. This goes especially for my room."
Draco turned and gave Ginny a hard glare, knowing her curious nature.
"Alright, alright," Ginny said holding up her hands.
"Good," Draco replied with a small smirk.
"Number two," Ginny continued, "I hope you don't want kids. Because, it's not happening."
"Ugh, of course not Weasley," Draco said with a repulsed air, "Besides, kids drive me crazy."
Ginny smiled happily, glad that that one was over with.
"Number two," Draco remarked, with a cautious glance towards Ginny, "No cheating on me."
"You thought I would cheat on you!" Ginny said, outraged.
"I thought if there was a moment alone with the Boy Wonder or something, it might be possible."
These words seemed to calm Ginny somewhat and she seemed to be almost contemplating what would happen if the moment arised with Harry.
"Ginny," Draco treaded softly, "This may be a sham, loveless marriage but I still couldn't stand to have everyone talking about how Draco Malfoy married a Weasley only to have her cheat on him with Harry Sodding Potter."
"You needn't worry about it," Ginny said firmly, and somewhat harshly, "I won't cheat on you."
Draco almost let out a sigh of relief before catching himself and saying, "Your turn."
Ginny, with almost a mischievous air, rearranged her list quickly and started, "Number three, You may not cheat on me."
Draco cringed a little, realizing that not only must he spend the rest of his life with this nuisance of a redhead, but with only this nuisance of a redhead. Nevertheless he answered quickly, "Done."
"Number three," Draco began, "I thought about letting the world know that we were forced into this marriage but I don't think I could bear the pity they would all have for us. So, I think we should pretend to be in love."
"Me, you, In love?" Ginny replied, "No one will ever believe it."
"On contraire, love, it is extremely believable that you were just another to succumb to the Malfoy charm."
"Me, Ginny Weasley, falling in love with Draco Malfoy? Like I said, anyone with half a brain won't believe it."
"Well, I have no family to tell but you may at least tell your family the truth, but to the rest of the world we are two star-crossed lovers."
"All that my family really knows right now is what Dumbledore has told them, that I've gone away for a while and will be in touch soon."
"You mean, you haven't told your family yet?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Come off it Malfoy, like you would be so apt to tell your family that you married a Weasley."
"But still, I would have told them by now It's been a whole three weeks, they're probably worried sick. Besides, what did you tell the Dream Team when you left?"
"Just that I was leaving for a while and that I would owl them as soon as possible."
"And they just accepted that? What are they bloody crazy? If my little sister said that she was leaving for a month or so, she would bloody well be forced to give me an explanation," Draco cried angrily.
"Draco, first of all, you don't have a younger sister, and second of all, in case you haven't noticed the 'Dream Team' as you call them is kind of thick. They didn't really pay much attention."
"Yes I have noticed, and sodding idiots the lot of them. Still, you must owl them at once, your parents are probably gone crazy with worry."
"I know, I know I just wasn't sure what to say to them. But, in keeping with your demand, I will tell my parents and Fred and George the truth. The rest will just have to trust me and believe that I am really in love with you."
A huge grin replaced the anger on Malfoy's face as he thought of the look on Harry's when he found out that he had won Ginny.
"And any time we're seen in public, I'll attempt to pretend to be in love with you, but if I start gagging you better be able to come up with a cover story quick, because I make no promises. Happy?"
"Estatic," Draco replied, "Why only Fred and George though, if you don't mind my asking."
"Because, Fred and George can see right through me, always could, my other brothers love me but are either too thick (Ron and Percy) or too busy (Charlie and Bill). Fred and George will know immediately that something is up."
"I always knew I liked them best."
"Draco Malfoy, liking a Weasley?" Ginny asked in mock horror.
"Hey, I married one, didn't I? Besides while the other brothers I've met are definitely gits, I may have somewhat respected the twins."
"Wait wait wait, what is this now?" Ginny asked amusedly.
"Well, that stunt they pulled to Umbridge in fifth year? Even though the Inquistorial Squad caught crap for it, It was still bloody brilliant. I always hated that lady."
"Besides," Draco continued, "Just because I'm prejudiced against Weasleys doesn't mean I don't appreciate good tidbits of cunning mischief just like everyone else."
"I never thought I'd see the day," Ginny remarked teasingly.
"Alright, already so I respect two of your brothers, It's not like you yourself won't admit they're a lot less git-like than the rest."
Ginny just smiled and continued on with her list, "Number four, I get to visit my family any time I wish."
"You thought I would stop you?" Draco asked, with a smirk.
"No," Ginny replied, with a glare and a smirk so characteristically Slytherin, "But I thought you might try."
Draco laughed, "It's fine with me, just tell me first."
Ginny smiled at the sound of his laugh, "It's a deal."
"Number four," Draco stated, "I'm planning on having a friend over for dinner in a few nights. On this and any occasion like it I ask that you not protest and act accordingly."
"I will stay out of the way for the evening."
"I actually, was hoping on using this dinner to acquaint you with them."
Ginny visibly cringed, "Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy?"
Draco almost cringed himself, "None of the above. Those aren't friends, my dear, they are simply followers."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Death Eater?"
"Slytherin," Draco corrected, "Cunning, yet not quite so cruel. He's mischievous yet actually has a brain unlike that list you just made."
"Hmm, so Draco Malfoy actually has a real friend?" Ginny remarked teasingly.
"Just the one," Draco replied, "And I think you'll like him."
"Do I know him from Hogwarts?" Ginny questioned, starting to become intrigued.
"I think so," Draco replied.
"It's Blaise Zabini."
"Zabini," Ginny repeated, contemplatively, "Alright, I'll do it."
"And you'll be a perfect hostess?"
"If it's required."
"And you'll pretend to be in love with me?"
"If it doesn't kill me first."
"Perfect. And although I'm not demanding it of you, please try and keep an open mind about him Ginny, you'll be seeing him often and it would be better for all of us if you tried to like him."
"Just like I'm oh so sure you'll try and like Potter for me," Ginny accused teasingly.
"This is completely different."
"How's that?"
"Blaise has a brain."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "I'm actually looking forward to meeting the only one person ever held high enough in your esteem to be called a friend."
"It's not like I really had a choice. With me it's follower, slut, or enemy, and Blaise didn't fit any of those categories, so I made a new one for him, friend."
"So what am I now? Still enemy?"
"Well actually I was thinking of putting you…"
"If you say under follower or slut I will personally castrate you."
Draco looked put off for a second before replying, "Well it's simple then, you are the fifth category, wife."
"How lame."
"It suits you then."
"Hey!"
"On with your list," he answered smoothly.
Ginny glared at him before continuing, "Number five, and the last one I could think of, there's a bigger plot to be unraveled and you are going to be the one to help me unravel it."
"Excuse me?"
"Think about it, Draco. There's a bigger power at work here and we've been ignoring it. Tom Riddle didn't just 'happen' to want us to marry each other. He's got a plan. I vote we figure out what's really going on here before we become pawns in his hands."
"We're here for a reason, probably a dark one, this marriage isn't just fluff, it's purposeful. We have to figure out what's going on."
"I agree completely," Draco replied suprisingly.
"Well then," Ginny went on, "We keep our eyes and ears open and find out what's really going on."
"Deal."
"Now, back to you."
"Number five," Draco said, finishing off his list too, "We agree to disagree which means we must always compromise."
"What on earth?"
"It's simple, we keep the lists. If we ever want something, it's highly doubtful that the other will agree willingly so we compromise, I add something to the list, then you get to add something to the list and vice versa. The list is binding and absolute then."
"Sounds reasonable I guess," Ginny replied, worried about what she was getting herself into then.
"Well then, lists are done for now. I'll show you your new room and you can borrow one of my owls to write to your family."
"Thank you, Draco," Ginny said confused by his random acts of chivalry.
"It's nothing, " he replied.
Sorry it's sort of short, I just wanted to get it posted right away. Next chapter Ginny will finally be given a tour of the house. Something rather plot developing will happen (bum bum bum). and Ginny will either visit her family or Blaise will come to dinner. Depending on my mood and what yall want.
Review, please!