CHAPTER 3!

DISCLAIMER – I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the rights to any of the songs used in this story.

Is, this a dream?
If it is, please don't wake me
From this high.
I'd become, comfortably numb,
Until you opened up my eyes.
To what it's like
When everything's right.
I can't believe…
You found me

You Found Me – Kelly Clarkson

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"Ginny? Ginny?"

Harry put his work briefcase down on the chair and looked around the house. His wife was nowhere in sight. He sighed, going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. Taking a sip, he sat back down at the table, and picked up the Prophet. A note slid off the top of it.

Darling,

Have gone for a run, be back in an hour. Love Virginia. XX

Darling? She hadn't called him darling for a long time. She had been behaving so strangely since the week before. She was happier, it was almost as if she was actually trying to make their marriage work, and he was pleased. He missed the way she used to be, even though he knew that the way she used to be was no longer socially acceptable.

I'm a failure as a husband…he thought, taking a large mouthful of his firewhiskey and smiling with satisfaction as it burned down his throat.

He stood up, putting the note back on the table, grabbing his briefcase and taking the firewhiskey with him into the bedroom. He changed into his old jeans and a loose t-shirt and sat down to watch TV. This had been the only thing he'd missed about living with Muggles; the TV. He used to occasionally be able to watch over Dudley's shoulder while he'd been doing all the chores, and he missed some of the old shows, none of which were on anymore.

He flicked on the set, only to find the news. He figured it was pointless to watch, and turned it off again, looking around for something better to do. Ginny had begged him for this apartment, begged to decorate it and furnish it however she pleased. She'd threatened to leave him for it. Then, he'd used it as blackmail to force her to banish Malfoy from her life. It had worked. Harry knew they lived in the same area, but they had never once seen each other, and he knew that Ginny would tell Harry if she had. She knew what punishment would come if she saw him again.

"Ginny I swear to God, if you ever betray me, if you ever meet up with him and your other murderous pals, I will tell your mother!"

Normally, informing someone's mother was not much of a threat, but informing Molly Weasley of something, now that was a different matter. And Ginny ignoring her parent's advice to stay away from the Malfoy family would be enough to get her in her mother's bad books for life. Harry didn't want to resort to that sort of blackmail, but it was the only thing that would work against Ginny.

"Harry? Are you home?"

"Virginia? Is that you?"

Ginny strolled in, wiping her face with a hand towel.

"Of course it's me," she replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Who else would it be? Your other wife?"

Harry kissed her full on the lips. "You know there's no one else,"

"Good. Let's keep it that way," she replied, knowing he was lying.

He took in her clothes and sighed. "Virginia, you didn't really leave the house like that?"

She looked down at her shorts and singlet.

"Harry. I went for a run. I'm not going to run in my slacks and a blouse, that kind of defeats the purpose,"

"Yeah, but you know how I feel about you wearing that stuff…"

"Oh Harry! Don't be ridiculous! Anyway, I went over to the other side of town; no one knows me there,"

"Yeah, but – "

"Harry, don't start. We've had such a good week, we don't need this now ok?" she said, her hands on her hips. She started to walk into the bedroom.

"Speaking of, why have we had such a good week?"

Ginny stopped. Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

"What do you mean?"

"Well, last week after our little dinner party, you were basically telling me that you hated me. And for ages before that we've been a little, well, screwed up. Why has this week been so good?"

Because I went behind your back and saw my ex…

"I dunno," she replied, walking back and sitting on his knee. "I guess I realized that I've been really unfair to you. I mean, ok, this hasn't exactly been easy for me, but in being a bitch I've made it even harder for you! I guess I just realized I haven't been entirely fair,"

"Hmm, I like this, I think," Harry replied, kissing her.

Yuk, yuk, yuk! Ginny was secretly repulsed, but she kissed him back, in the hopes that he would stop.

"Ginny, I miss you," he whispered.

"I haven't – you just called me Ginny,"

"Mmm," he moaned. He picked her up and carried her to bedroom.

Oh God no please! Not again! Ok, Draco, think Draco!

"Make love to me, Virginia?"

"If that's what you want," she whispered sadly.

An hour later, Ginny emerged, looking truly bored and acting as if nothing had happened. Harry came out a moment later, grinning like a mad man.

"Hey gorgeous," he said, kissing her on the side of her neck.

"Hi, Harry. Do you want some coffee?"

"No thanks, I'm fine. That was – "

"I don't wanna talk about it,"

Harry looked slightly put out for a minute. "Well why not?"

"Because if we talk about it," she replied, kissing his forehead. "Then we'll analyze every good part of it, and then it'll ruin the memory," And I might just empty my stomach contents…

"Sounds fair," he replied, shrugging. "So what are we doing tonight? I thought maybe we could do the muggle thing. You know, dinner and a movie?"

"Um, I'm not sure. I organized to go out with this girl I met on my run,"

He pulled away.

"Ginny, you know I don't like you going out with people I don't know,"

"I understand that Harry, but I need some friends of my own. That means you don't need to know every single one of them. And can you stop calling me Ginny, you're really screwing up my head!"

"What do you mean? I thought you wanted to be Ginny again?"

"It's too late for that Harry, I'm a different person,"

"Pardon?"

"Look, I appreciate you trying, but it's been so long, Harry. I am Virginia, and believe it or not, this is actually sort of what I want…" she replied, lying through her teeth.

"Really?" he asked, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Look, I know you don't wanna talk about it, but I was thinking the other day, I've got everything I need. I've got the most amazing husband, who I love deeply – " I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! "I've got the most gorgeous apartment, and a life that I love. I made the right choice,"

"Over?"

"Malfoy, of course,"

Harry pulled away from her. "I thought we weren't gunna talk about this…"

"I know, I'm just saying, if I ever regretted my choice, I don't now,"

'Virginia have you spoken to him?"

"No, I haven't spoken to him. Why would you think that? With the threat you gave me, how could I even think about it?"

"True," Harry replied, smirking smugly.

"Harry, are we going to ruin what just happened?" she asked, grinning.

"No, darling. We won't. So what about dinner?"

"I told you, I'm going out with Julie tonight,"

"Julie?"

"The friend, you know from my run," she replied impatiently. Muggle nightclub here I come…

"How do you meet these people? I mean, you're always going out with people that you meet randomly,"

"Where I run, there's a park. I stop there occasionally and I meet people,"

"Well, with what you wear it doesn't surprise me," he mumbled angrily.

"Oh don't be immature!" she exclaimed. She was growing impatient now, he was aggravating her, taking her to her limits.

"Well I'm sorry but I don't like it! Maybe I could come with you…"

"Harry!" she yelled, wheeling around. "Can I have my own life? Is that too hard?"

"Why do you always turn on me like this?" he yelled.

"Because I just want a little break, just a little one. Is that too bloody hard!"

"Fine! Ok, fine! I'll just leave you to it then shall I?"

"That would be really nice darling, thank you," she replied, kissing him on the head.

Harry stood there, looking confused. What is it with her lately? She goes from one extreme to another.

Ginny walked slowly into the bedroom, then once she was out of Harry's sight range, she jumped on the bed, reached down and pulled her mobile out of her bag. Draco Malfoy, you had better know how to text!

She punched in a short message 'Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 8, feel like testing Muggle club?' and got a reply almost straight away, agreeing. She almost squealed, but then realized that Harry would be able to hear her, so she pulled a pillow over her face and screamed. She was so excited. Since her meeting with him, she'd been missing him so much. She'd only gotten through painfully boring sex with Harry by scheming to meet up with Malfoy later.

"Ginny?"

She sighed angrily. "Yes Harry?"

"Maybe we could go out for dinner tomorrow?"

"If that's what you want," she groaned. Oh, God! He's going to want sex again!

"Is it what you want?"

"Of course Harry," she replied, putting on a sickly sweet voice. "Darling, I couldn't think of anything more fun,"

"Maybe we could go and see a movie?"

"Can we skip the movie sweetie?" she asked.

"Why's that?"

"I'm just not sure I feel like sitting through it for so long," she called out. "I've got a better idea,"

She walked into the kitchen and sat down on his lap again.

"How about we have dinner, and then come home and we hire a movie instead…"

"Yes?"

"…and we buy some popcorn, and we lie in bed and watch it, then we can do what we want,"

"Sounds good to me," he replied, kissing her.

"Good. Now I should probably get ready, but I promise I'll see you soon okay?"

"Where are you going to go?"

"Um, not sure. I think one of her friends is throwing a dinner party, so we'll see what happens after that,"

"Ginny, please don't be too late…" he warned.

"Well, hey, she offered to let me stay the night at her place, so I might do that so I don't bother you,"

"You won't bother me,"

"But I still might stay there. I think it'll be nice, you know,"

"If that's what you want,"

"We say that to each other a lot don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess we live for making each other happy,"

Ginny smiled. Divorce me, that'll make me happy!

"Well, I should get dressed. I don't want to be late,"

"Nothing too skanky, ok?"

"Harry, there's nothing skanky in my wardrobe. Ms Davis made sure of that,"

"I found your black jeans," Harry said quietly. She whipped around quickly.

"Harry toss them and I swear to God I will toss you out!"

"I had no intention of tossing them, I think it's cute that you kept them. Just don't wear them,"

"Ugh!" she screamed. "I will wear what I bloody well want to!"

"Virginia…"

"Oh Harry, get over it, please. I love my jeans, what else do you want me to wear?"

"Anything but them,"

She pulled out her running shorts and handed them to him. "I've got about five pairs of these, how about I wear them?" she asked sweetly.

"Virginia I don't know how to make you understand, you're in the spotlight with this marriage! Please, just dress appropriately?"

"Fine, I'll wear my skirt,"

"Which skirt?"

"The long pencil skirt, is that alright?"

"Perfect,"

"Okay, now get out while I get dressed,"

"But I want to watch you get dressed…" he replied, trying to kiss her. She pushed him away.

"Out,"

"Fine," he sulked.

Once he was gone she threw on the skirt and top he wanted her to wear, rolled on a pair of tights, and put on her shoes. She unceremoniously threw her black jeans and a hot pink top with a diamante brooch into her bag, with a pair of black heels. She tossed her make up into the bag, added some hair clips, and went to her desk. She pulled out her muggle straightener, thanking God the thing had been invented. She quickly went over her hair and put on a thin coat of foundation.

I've got an hour…what am I going to do for an hour?

She looked around, and seeing nothing interesting, grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder.

"Harry? I'm leaving honey,"

She walked out into the living room, where he was sitting holding a bottle of Butterbeer. She kissed him on the head and smiled.

"I'll see you tomorrow ok sweetie?"

"I'll miss you," he said. She laughed, and walked to the door.

"Have fun tonight,"

She apparated to Draco's apartment building, not knowing whether he had put wards up on his particular apartment or not. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.

"What?" he yelled.

"Let me in!"

"Ginny?" he asked, opening the door slightly. "I thought we were meeting at – wow what's with the clothes?"

"These are my clothes I leave the house in, or he kills me,"

"I invited some friends of mine,"

"Oh God, do I know them?" she asked, slightly worried.

"Well, we're not sure. See you know us, and we thought we knew you…" said a pissed off voice from the corner.

"Oh my God. Blaise Zabini," she said, putting her hand to her mouth. "I never thought I'd see you again,"

"I'd rather hoped – "

"Blaise, honey, shut up!" came a voice from the bathroom.

"Luna?" Ginny squealed, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"Hi bitch,"

"Luna, please…"

"So, Draco explained your little situation to us,"

"Oh?" Ginny asked, raising her eyebrows at Draco. "Which situation would that be?"

"The one in which you want to get divorced and leave Harry but you can't. Oh and he blackmailed you into telling us to piss off out of your life," Blaise replied.

"Blaise, he threatened to tell my mother," she whispered.

Luna dropped the glass she was holding. "He didn't?" Ginny nodded grimly. "That dirty rat!"

"What the hell? What the fuck does it matter if he threatened to tell your mother?" Blaise exclaimed impatiently.

"Mate, have you ever met Molly Weasley?" Draco asked.

"No, but – "

"Do you remember when we broke into the Gryffindor Common Room and painted it green and silver? And then we bribed the House Elves into giving the Gryffindors rotten food for breakfast?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Do you remember how angry Ginny was with us?"

"Yeah, that was fuckin scary,"

"Well, quadruple that anger, and you have Molly Weasley…on a good day,"

Blaise's mouth dropped open, and he turned to Luna, who nodded grimly. He crossed the room and hugged Ginny.

"I'm so sorry Gin, so sorry,"

She threw her arms around him and he swirled her around in a circle.

"Blaise Zabini I missed you so much!" she cried, kissing him on the cheek. She ran over to Luna and hugged her too.

"I missed you too!" she exclaimed. Luna hugged her back, tightly.

"Ginny Weasley, don't you ever let go again!"

"I promise I won't," she replied.

"But Gin, what's with the clothes?" Blaise asked, unable to keep a straight face any longer.

"It's the only thing Harry will let her walk out of the house in," Draco replied for her.

"God! I wouldn't let Luna out of the house in something like that!"

"Yeah, well. Gimme five minutes and I'll be changed okay?"

"Good, because we have a surprise for you," Draco replied.

"What sort of surprise?" she asked, smiling.

"The one where the only thing I tell you is that we're not going to any Muggle club, and that when we're ready to go, I'm going to have to blindfold you,"

"Ooh! Excitement. I'll be back!"

When she came out, Draco's mouth dropped, and he didn't bother to try and hide it. Her jeans were nothing new, but she made them look it. The pink top showed off her curves perfectly, hugging all the right places, while still looking respectable. Her black shoes had aa point toe, and had a stiletto heel. There was a diamante brooch on the middle of each shoe that matched the one on her top. Her hair had been curled into ringlets and pinned up on the top of her head, her face pale, but her eye make up dark, she was his vision of perfection. He was hungry for her, he wanted to rip it all off…but he knew he couldn't, and it angered him.

"Ginny, baby, you've still got it," Blaise remarked, grinning and walking over to her. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. "I was worried you'd lost it,"

"This is me Blaise honey, he can't bury this. It's the foundation for everything I am,"

"Even the lies?" Luna asked, playing with Ginny's ringlets.

"I wouldn't be able to lie if I didn't know there was this to come back to,"

"You're not using us are you Ginny dear? For revenge?" Blaise asked.

"If you'll remember, I had no idea you were going to be here. And it wasn't me who contacted Draco, it was Hermione. Although I must say, revenge would be mighty nice,"

"Hmm, I'm not sure if I appreciate that," Blaise replied, smiling.

"Oh come off it, Zabini, was there a time in which you haven't wanted revenge against Harry Potter for one reason or another?" Draco growled. Blaise looked at him and smiled.

"No, this is true,"

"So where are we going?" Ginny asked.

"Where we're famous," Luna whispered into her ear, and giggled. She lopped her arm around Ginny's and marched her out the door.

"Where we're famous…" Blaise repeated to Draco as he locked the door behind them.

"…As the dark quartet," Draco finished.

When they apparated into an empty room, Ginny was confused.

"Guys? Where are we?" she looked around as Draco flicked on a light. She was surrounded by coats and bags. "We're in a cloakroom? Why are we in a cloakroom?"

"Ginny, baby, do you remember when we first became close?"

"You mean when we became friends…sorry acquaintances. Or when we actually became close?"

"When we actually became close. Where were we?" Malfoy replied, his hand on the doorknob. He turned it slowly as she answered.

"We were at my first Slytherin Par – oh my God,"

The music hit her like a ton of bricks; washed over her, made her feel so many emotions at once. Excitement, happiness, joy…She looked around and took in her surroundings. All green and silver, with pictures of friends she had never forgotten, people Harry had forced her to abandon, painted on the walls.

"Look," Draco said, pointing at the wall. She looked up, and right in the centre of the wall, the largest picture of all, stood Ginny, Draco, Blaise and Luna, under the heading of 'The Dark Quartet'.

"Where we're famous," Luna whispered in her ear again.

She turned to Draco to see him grinning like a madman.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

"I'm ecstatic," she replied. "I can't believe it! These parties are still going?"

"They never stopped. Every night, for whoever wants to come. The music never stops," he replied, taking her hand.

"Draco, I'm married," she whispered.

He put his mouth to her ear and whispered softly. "In spirit or by name?" at the look on her face, he grinned. "Just what I thought. You have always been mine,"

They joined Blaise and Luna, who were dancing with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Each hugged her in turn, as did many who realized who she was. She apologized to each and every one of them, and they all shrugged it away.

"Sometimes in life," Pansy said to her. "We have to do things that we really don't want to. You may have started out liking Harry Potter, but in the end, your marriage is just another tedious task, and here is where you escape,"

She wrapped her arms around Ginny and kissed her. Much to Malfoy's enjoyment, she kissed back.

This is the life I remember, she thought. This is the life I want…

- FLASHBACK -

The first time another female had ever kissed Ginny, she had recoiled. When Blaise had kissed her, she had looked to Malfoy for support, only to find he was laughing at her. She'd pulled him aside later on, attacking him.

"What do you think you're doing? How is this funny?"

"At Slytherin Parties, there are no rules, Gin. Sharing is allowed. Don't worry, no one talks about it the next day,"

"Really?" she asked somewhat intrigued.

"Of course. For us to talk about what goes on at these parties, we would have to acknowledge their existence. And they don't exist, do they?"

She shook her head and smiled. "So you won't mind if I go back and snog Blaise then?"

"As long as tomorrow, you remember that you're mine,"

- END FLASHBACK -

Ginny pulled away from Pansy, laughing.

"I haven't done that in ages!"

"You've got a lot to catch up on," Draco said to her, pulling her close and catching her lips with his. She kissed him back, passionately, closing her eyes…she could feel herself wanting to give into him, knew what she wanted to do…knew it was impossible…

He bit her bottom lip, and pulled her into him.

"What happened to not cheating on your husband?" he asked.

"Slytherin parties, darling. To acknowledge the cheating, you'd have to acknowledge they exist," she replied, grinning.

"Dance with me Ginny Weasley,"

"It's Virginia Potter, Malfoy,"

"Not in this world. In this world, you're whatever I say you are, and I say you're mine," he said, before slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, moving to the music, feeling it, obeying it. For the music was their master, and tonight, they were just the slaves.

A/N: Lolz, this story is getting weird…but I love it!! The idea of the Slytherin Parties intrigues me, and the idea of sharing just came to me…let me know what you think about it all. Thanks so much for reviewing, I was so scared no one would like it! Aimee xx