Monday morning dawned overcast and dreary. Ginny eyed the sky with distaste. Moving – even within the establishment – was never enjoyable on a dismal day. But, she told herself, what did she expect? It was winter.

So she dragged herself out of bed and began to assess her meagre belongings. The wardrobe was packed into a single suitcase (the expensive charm-laden thieving outfit snugly fitted into the false bottom), the bed stripped and sheets put into the laundry service, and she was just collecting her few items from the bathroom when Draco wandered in.

"You're up already?" He asked, staring at the room. "Is this all?"

Ginny poked her head out from the bathroom. "Yes, and almost. Just these few things as well." She caught his expression. "Did you want to comment?"

He met her gaze. "No, no… Just wondering how you survived without… I don't know, a rug on the floor? Proper curtains?"

"Well, how did you survive these past few weeks?"

He shrugged. "I was dying. I didn't care overmuch."

"I was poor. I had no choice." She pulled back into the bathroom before he could comment again. She looked at her small toilet bag. Her whole life fitted into two bags. She stood staring at the small mirror, wondering how on earth she had thought that Draco might understand her at all. He had never been poor, never been forced to say no to a luxury he couldn't afford. Never been without a meal.

Draco came into the room behind her, she watched him in the mirror. He saw her expression, but said nothing more than, "Can I take your bags for you?" She nodded.

So, with a trail of bags bobbing along behind them, Ginny led the way down to the owner's rooms on the ground floor. The main door opened into a living and dining area. Ginny wandered in, inspected the couches and bookcase and dining table, turned to look out the large charmed window on the back wall. Draco followed her in, dropped the bags by the door and followed her over to the window.

"No, I won't ever understand what you had to live with," he said. "I never expect to be poor, and I never have been. I've always seen it as an advantage, though perhaps there are things I've never learned because of that. I certainly don't know how to peel pumpkin! Ginny, look at me," he tipped her head up so he could see the tears on her face.

"I know you'll never understand. You know, in the stories, it's always 'happily ever after', and everything just works. But I suppose we'll have to do things the hard way." She gave him a half-hearted but determined smile.

Draco kissed her lightly. "We're tough, we can handle it," he said. "Hey, you dressed down Harry-bloody-Potter in front of a huge crowd yesterday. I've never seen anything braver."

She sniffed. "Yeah, but I didn't care what he thought of me. I… I really want you to like me. Merlin, that sounds stupid."

He laughed. "Hardly. It sounds like you care. And I care what you think. I think that as long as we both care about each other, we can make this work."

She gazed at him for a long moment, then nodded. "I think so, too." And she kissed him.

There was something different about kissing today, like moving into their own rooms made their marriage real. And when Draco moved to undo her blouse, she didn't stop him, instead reaching for his buttons in return. Her skin prickled into goosebumps as he trailed fingers over skin that had never been touched this way.

"I think the bedroom is that way," she breathed, then let out a gasp as he gave her a wicked grin, hoisted her over his shoulder and romped in the direction she had pointed.

'That way', proved to contain the kitchen and the laundry. Draco shrugged, tapped her bum and took her back through to the other side of the rooms. After finding the bathroom, a study and a linen cupboard, they finally made it to the bedroom. Ginny was giggling mercilessly by the time he dropped her onto the unmade bed.

"Are you laughing at me?" He demanded, his hair sticking in strange directions, his pants halfway undone. Ginny's giggles turned to proper laughter.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look this… rumpled," she said.

"I thought girls liked 'rumpled'," he grumbled, sitting on the bed to take his shoes off. "And, as you mention it, you are also looking rather dishevelled." When he turned around again, however, he saw that she had taken over the task of undressing herself. "Gods," he murmured, leaning over her naked skin and kissing her.

Needless to say, it was quite a while later before the pile of bags by the front door were looked at.

When they finally got around to unpacking, Ginny toted the bags into the bedroom. "We really have to put some sheets on that bed," she said. "I think I've developed a rash, Merlin it itches!"

Draco pulled her top up. "Yes, definitely in need of attention. Now, let me just…"

Ginny jumped away. "No! Unpacking first!" She grabbed up a bag and threw it to Draco, grinning as he grumbled.

"Isn't this what House Elves are for?"

"Yep, but now it's what you're for. Come on, love, it won't take long." Ginny shook out her few clothes, hung them in the wardrobe. "I'll be in the bathroom."

She grinned at Draco as she watched him glare with horror at the bag of garments he had yet to unpack. When she returned from the bathroom, all her unpacking done, he was only half-way done. She laughed.

"You really do need to learn how to pack light, you know?"

"You could help, you know," he grumbled. She laughed at him again then opened his other bag and started moving garments.

It was early afternoon by the time they finished with Draco's unpacking. "Shall we have something to eat?" Ginny asked, looking at the grey sky through the window.

Draco's stomach rumbled in reply. He shrugged. "Seems like a sensible option." She raised an eyebrow. He smiled. "I can think of all sorts of other, more interesting things to be doing…"

She grinned, but went to the dumb waiter and sent through an order for lunch. "I'm sure we'll work up an appetite," she said, hugging him and sliding her hands underneath his shirt.

They did get to lunch – eventually. Finally, laying in bed at the end of the day, Ginny smiled into Draco's chest. "What will you do tomorrow?"

"I should probably go in to the bank and take back control of the Malfoy assets," he said.

"And I should probably do some work in the books, and I think we're down a waitress tomorrow lunch. So much for a honeymoon," she said wryly.

"I'll take you to Italy next month," he said, sleep creeping into his voice.

"I want to go to Stonehenge."

"On the weekend, love," he mumbled. "And the next month we'll go to France. Then… Spain. Then…"

Ginny smiled as she slid into sleep.