Over the next few weeks, Ginny Malfoy's life was not too bad. True to his word, Voldemort had let her wander freely around the Malfoy estate. While walking in the gardens on bleak, gray morning, Ginny remembered her visit to her family, which had taken place a week after the Vow.
FLASHBACK: Ginny walked nervously over to The Burrow, anxiously twisting her wedding ring, which she had received the day before. It was gold, with a silver serpent wrapped around a single diamond. Despite her unhappiness, Ginny rather liked it. Suddenly realizing she had reached the front door, Ginny knocked.
After asking her several questions inky Ginny knew, her mother let her in.
"Ginny! We've been so worried about you. Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley breathlessly asked.
"I'm fine, Mum. Really. I went on a spontaneous trip, and have decided to help fight You-Know-Who by joining the, uh, Dublin's Dumbledores. It's a place that recruits people to fight Him, and training them. I'm a trainer. Now don't worry, I'll send you owls and you can reply, but be careful what you put in writing, just normal stuff asking how I am and stuff like that. But I can't tell you where I am, it's top secret. The owl will know where to find me," Ginny replied, sticking to the story the Death Eaters had devised. After some tea, and greeting her family members, Ginny departed. FLASHBACK END.
Sighing, Ginny turned back towards the manor, but suddenly saw Draco Malfoy heading towards her. He stopped when he reached her.
"Morning, Ginny. How are you?" Draco asked, actually sounding genuine.
"How can I be fine? I'm trapped in a loveless marriage, and I'm stuck here. How fine should I be?" Ginny responded coldly, meeting Draco's gaze.
"I know how you feel. I didn't volunteer for this. But why can't we be friends? We'll be married for the rest of our lives. The Vow made sure of that. We might as well try. Come on. I'll show you the library. I heard you like to read." Warily Ginny took his outstretched hand, and followed him into the house.
Over the next month, Ginny and Draco Malfoy spent a lot of time together, since there was nothing to do. Draco showed his wife secret passages, and they ate their meals together. At first Ginny didn't trust her husband at all, but after a fortnight, she started to soften. He really seemed genuine. And he was. Draco really liked his wife, and once he even thought he might love her.
Months passed. Ginny sent her family letters to assure them that she was OK, and really, she was. She was starting to become happy, but in the back of her mind, she knew she could never be happy while Voldemort had her under his evil thumb, and the Death Eaters secretly watched the whole Malfoy Manor. But Ginny did not dare to escape. She knew that, as long as her family was alive and well, that she would survive her isolated life.
Then, one winter evening, while Draco and Ginny sat by a fire in the library, lounging on a sofa, Draco turned to Ginny, who looked up. Then, without a word, Draco leaned forward and kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her waist. Ginny responded by kissing him back and twining her arms around his neck. Not a word was spoken, yet they both knew that they belonged together.