Ginny
Why?!
Why would he say no? It just didn't make any sense. They were both making each other miserable in this marriage, so it's like she'd be doing them both a favor. Then he could shag his secretary openly and not have to worry about a nagging wife, while she could move on and raise her baby instead of being left tot rot in this God-forsaken mansion and--
"What the hellisthis?"
Ginny sat perched on her husbands' bed in the room she hadn't entered in six weeks, waiting for him to return. And as soon as he did –looking tired and stressed and still undeniably gorgeous, the arse –she practically threw the divorce papers, now marked with a big 'No' on the front, at him. He was surprised, but still managed to catch it without any problem and his surprise was replaced with fury. He threw it back, glaring.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Huh! I thought it was pretty idiot-proof!" She fumed.
"Funny, so did I." Well that got thrown right back in her face… She felt her Weasley temper spike, or maybe it was the pregnancy hormones kicking in, but either way she was riled up.
"Just sign the damn papers! You don't want to be in this marriage anymore then I do."
"No, I don't think I will. But thanks for the offer." His tone was just like that of a little smug child. It made her really want to throw something at him, like a pen, or a desk. Too bad she was pregnant or she might just attempt it…
"Why not?! Because it would disgrace your noble Malfoy line?" She sneered at him in disdain, but he just smirked back.
"Well, that wasn't my original reason, but thanks for a back-up, Gin."
"I don't really need your consent you know!"
He laughed. He actually laughed. "Suuure, Gin. Are you going to take me to court over this?!"
"Maybe I will!"
"And where will you get the money, Mrs. Malfoy?" He sneered purposely emphasising the 'Mrs.', obviously enjoying this. It was true, they may have a joint account, but it wouldn't work to fund their divorce with it since they didn't agree to it.
She let out a strangled sound of fury, before clenching her fists, closing her eyes, and counting backwards from ten (twice) trying to calm herself down. Yelling wasn't helping her case.
"Draco, it makes prefect sense. You don't love me anymore and I'm not happy here. If you agree, we can both go our own separate ways. You can marry Daphne, and have your publicist deal with the press and never have to worry about me nagging you again!"
"Still a 'no'" He managed a bored tone as though he was dismissing her.
"Why not!? Draco, I'm not asking for your money, or your house, or anything really. So why does it matter to you!?"
His whole body tensed at her words. "You can't be seriously asking me why it would mater to me if my wife wants to divorce...!"
"I AM!"
Draco took five quick strides towards her before she really realized he was moving. Reaching her within seconds, he grabbed her forearms and brought his angry lips to hers. Gods her body remembered his well, and responded like they both knew she would. Both sets of hands were grabbing, clutching, scratching and searching as they tumbled backwards on his bed. Ginny heard a strangled sound (so unlike the one she'd released just minutes before) escape her lips at the feel of his delicious weight pinning her to the soft bed. She was halfway through removing his shirt when she realized exactly how far this was going to go.
"Merlin, Draco. No." As she pushed him away, she caught the flash of surprise in his eyes. His hair was all mussed up from her fingers and his half open shirt hinted at his wonderfully toned chest and it took everything she had to not pounce on him, so instead she jumped off the bed.
"Don't think that you can just fuck me and it'll make everythingall better!" She spat the words with so much hatred she surprised even herself, because a lot of the hatred right now was self-directed. "Just think it over and sign the bloody thing." And she left, cursing herself, and him, and anything that got in her way.
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It had always been this way between them. Always.
He was her own personal drug; intoxication, appealing, irresistible, and not good for her. The moment his lips touched her, all coherent thought left. All that mattered was the feel of his firm body pressed up against her, the way his lips teased and caressed hers, and his large, strong hands re-discovering her body. Even now, as she stood here with anger seeping out of her pores, thoughts of him made her blood pound and heart race.
But she had stopped him. Ginny didn't think she'd ever done that before. She felt almost proud of herself.
But he wasn't going to agree to sign the papers, and her gloating feeling faded. How could she convince him she was serious about this? After all, right now he thought all he had to do was shag her every once in a while to pacify her and it would all blow away. And he had been right but no more. That was before, but now things had to change.
He just had to see she was serious. But Merlin, how the hell was she supposed to resist her husband until he finally agreed?
Ginny made up her mind in a split-second: she was leaving. She quickly packed a suitcase of only the necessaries and Flooed to the Burrow. Let's see if he takes her seriously now.
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Molly
Molly Weasley was not pleased to see her daughter for probably the first time in her life. Of course she absolutely loved all of her children and welcomed them home without a second thought, not even minding if they showed up at two in the morning, (which Ginny did…) but not under these conditions. She had known something was wrong when her daughter showed up hauling a suitcase, but after hearing her story Molly was one inch away from dragging her daughter back to her husband.
"Ginny, dear, I didn't raise you to run away from your problems –much less your marriage. Now it's perfectly normal for every couple to disagree and fight every once in a while but -."
"It's been like this for five years, mum. Five. Years!" Molly pursed her lips, clearly seeing that her daughter was exhausted but pressed on anyways.
"And you two have tried everything to work things out?" She could hear the skepticism in her own voice.
"He doesn't want to 'work things out!'"
"How do you know? He did refuse to the divorce after all…"
"Only because he's stubborn and possessive, not because he has any actual feelings for me anymore!"
Molly understood her daughter was upset, despite their happy front they presented to everyone, she had sensed that the Malfoys had been having some troubles with their relationship for a little while, but divorce seemed so extreme. Molly had seen with her own eyes the way Draco looked at her daughter with a familiar sparkle in his eye, the way he always looked for her first in a crowded room, the way he held her closer then necessary when they danced at a wedding or event. It was love, and even if they were having some problems, that feeling doesn't just disappear because times got rough.
"So why now? Why did you decide to ask for a divorce now?" Ginny bit her lip and Molly recognized it as her nervous habit.
"Because, mummy, I'm pregnant." Oh goodness! Oh joy!
"Oh Ginny!" Molly began to tear up, rushing over to hug her little girl, crying and laughing. "My baby is going to have a baby!"
"Mum, are you crying? You already have nine grandchildren, this shouldn't be a surprise!" Molly ignored her, and continued to coddle her baby.
After several minutes, Molly came back to herself and adopted a stern face. "Ginny, you can't divorce your husband if you're carrying his child."
Ginny's eyes flashed in anger. "Yes I can. I can if I'm doing it for the good of my baby! I'm not going to let him make us both miserable. I don't care if I suffer, but I won't let him hurt my baby like he has me! My baby- my-!" Molly saw the tears ready to flow.
"Calm down Ginny. Sweetie, don't stress your self out." Molly went into 'mother mode'
Ginny was able to reign herself in after a minute. "Sorry, I'm… not really sure where that came from."
"You're under a lot of pressure right now. And divorcing your husband won't help with that, Gin." Molly added sternly. "You need to really think about this now. Not make some rash and irresponsible decision you'll regret so I want you to march yourself back to your husband once you've calmed down and work this--!" Molly was in full lecture mode now and Ginny's tears were gone.
"If you're not going to support me with my decisions, mum, then I'll get out of your way."
"It's three in the morning Ginny. I'm not kicking you out of our house!"
"No worries, I'll do it for you." And her only daughter walked out of the Burrow, upset, alone, and pregnant. Maybe Arthur is right, she does push too much…
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Ginny
Pansy and Ron answered the door, disoriented and rumpled from sleep.
"Gin?" Ron asked, befuddled as he scratched his head.
"Yeah… Can I stay here for now?" She saw Ron's eyes widen, and remembered he had no idea about her problems with Draco but she tried to ignore him, not wanting to explain her situation for the umpteenth time at this particular moment. Ginny was just seconds away for bursting into tears and just wanted to sleep. Luckily Pansy understood and opened the door wider for her.
"Of course. Come on in, I'll help you set up in the guest room."
A/N: Ta da! So Mrs. Weasley is against the divorce. Five bucks says she starts sticking her nose in places she probably shouldn't! (Probably not a good idea to bet against the writer…) Next chapter I think we'll hear a little from Daphne! You all excited? I've already got her part written and I like italot. Can I just say that all the love this story gotten makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? You keep making me feel yummy and I'll do my best to keep you happy! :-)