Daphne

Daphne Greengrass, (whose real surname was Goyle, though once her late husband died she asked to be called her maiden name instead) had become the personal secretary for Draco Malfoy just after her husbands accident and the Malfoy's second wedding anniversary, and has been ever there since. She was exactly as beautiful as you think an heiress should be: she had straight, black hair cut at chin level to perfectly accentuate her sky-blue eyes and perfect body.

Daphne Goyle didn't need the money, considering that she inherited an obscene amount from both sides of her family and the gown she wore to the last Ministry's Christmas ball cost more then her entire income she made as a secretary in a year, that's not even including the outfits she wore year round, but money wasn't why she had taken this job. Besides, if Daphne actually needed a job, she could easily become a fashion model and she knew it, so why work as a lowly secretary? Because Draco Malfoy was one hot boss, that's why.

They had dated briefly at Hogwarts, and she had been crazy about him. He was the perfect Slytherin, deadly gorgeous, powerful, rich, and clever. He was everything she'd ever wanted and more. She thought that they were a perfect match, but it hadn't worked out and he'd dumped her before they'd been together for three weeks. She had been devastated. Daphne had never been denied exactly what she wanted before, and she now wanted Draco. It was around then that she decided she would have him, one way or another.

After graduation, Daphne made sure that she retained contact with him somehow, whether it was getting invited over for tea with Narcissa or attending a holiday party he would be at. He fought in the war for the Order, and after a stressful year, he had helped the wizarding world achieve peace again. Oh yes, he would make a fine husband indeed.

She had been there at the ball where he had met Ginevra Weasley and that was when she made her fatal mistake: she had underestimated the little brat. Those two had had no interaction at Hogwarts besides cursing each other and trading insults every now and then, no red flag behavior there. Oh sure, at the ball she had seen how the girl looked at Draco, but every girl looked at him that way, (hell, Daphne's mother looked at Draco that way!) so she hadn't been too concerned. But she'd missed the special treatment Draco had been giving her that night, and if she had seen that she maybe would have been less surprised when news of their engagement got out just a few months later.

Not one to sit around, Daphne married too. Gregory Goyle was rich, from a good family, and a pushover whose brain was as empty as a beggars bowl. So she married him exactly one year after Draco's wedding to the Weaslette. It was probably one of the worst years of her life. She avoided her husband like the plague, using probably every excuse in the book to get away with not touching him, while taking on secret lovers on the side. She was far too clever to be caught by someone as dim-witted as Gregory.

Her husband died from an accident with an exploding potion where he worked at an apothecary. Whoever decided to put him in charge of explosive potions must have hated him too, but what's done is done. Now a single woman, Daphne applied for the secretary position with Draco, and he had surprised her when at first he refused, telling her she could get more rewarding jobs and he needed someone with experience. But she had begged him, saying she wanted to be around people she knew and trusted, and she just wanted something to take her mind off her loss. It had, of course, worked like a charm.

Seeing Draco everyday was wonderful, and sex on the side would have been a plus (Merlin, she was willing to bet he was amazing in the sack!) but she wouldn't be happy until there was his ring on her finger, instead of on the finger of that undeserving little red-haired twit. She'd been watching their marriage slip over the past five years and helping that happen whenever she could. ("I'm sorry, Mrs. Ginevra Malfoy, but this is Daphne, Draco's personal assistant. He asked me to tell you he has a… um, late business meeting tonight and not to wait up for him.") And now, with their marriage all but on the rocks, Daphne was ready to take what was rightfully hers. His ring. His name. Him.

After all, Daphne Greengrass always got what she wanted.

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Ginny

Ginny Malfoy jerked awake to the sound of a door slamming shut. After remembering showing up late last night—er, this morning—and Pansy showing her to their convenient spare room, she'd promptly collapsed in exhaustion. It wasn't a mystery why she'd chosen Pansy and Ron's house to hide out at. Ronald was her favorite bother and Pansy was her best friend, after all. Pansy still had a sense of childhood loyalty to Draco, but not enough to throw her out or tell him she was here. Luna and Blaise would have been her next choice, and although she knew that they only wanted what was best for her, she also knew Blaise was Draco's' best mate, and while he could keep a secret, who's to know what he'd do.

She heard muffled voices coming from the living room and got up to investigate, not bothering to straighten her rumpled hair or clothing. As she approached she began to recognize the voice speaking frantically. It kind of sounded like Blaises' voice.

"…Luna and I haven't seen her, she's not at the Burrow, and Draco's nearly out of his mind with worry, Pans. Do you have any idea where she might have-" Ginny stepped into the living room "gone. Ah, damn it, Pansy." Pansy Weasley just crossed her arms across her chest.

"I'm not going to throw her out just because her husband is a prat." Pansy spoke through her pursed lips. "And don't you dare tell him, Zabini. This is none of our business!"

Blaise sighed, running a hand through his shaggy black hair before glancing up at Ginny. "Ginny."

"Yes?" She tried for innocence, he scowled. (It wasn't hard to figure out why they're best mates, after all…)

"Draco's worried, and you're here hiding behind your big brother?" Ginny scowled back.

"I'm surprised he even noticed I'm gone! I thought he wouldn't even have the inkling that something was amiss until I didn't show up for our nightly argument! I guess people can surprise you, huh?"

"I don't know what's going on with you two, but it can't be bad enough to justify running away like a coward. Just talk to him."

"No." Ginny felt her eyes welling up with tears and it just further pissed her off. Blaise and she had always gotten along ever since she'd begun dating Draco, not once have he been less then a charming kind gentleman, and now he was here, yelling at her and blaming her, calling her a coward before he even knew what was going on! She didn't have to take this shite from him.

"Ginny, you're just being stubborn and it's not going to do wither of you any good!" He yelled at her as she turned to go back to her borrowed room.

"Go to hell." She threw back over her shoulder, hoping he didn't see the tears running down her cheeks. After a few mintues she heard the door close again, soon followed by a soft knock on her door. "Yeah?"

Pansy walked in, standing awkwardly, before taking a seat next to Ginny on the bed. They sat in silence for a while. "He didn't mean to make you cry." So he did see the tears…

"I know." Ginny whispered.

"And he's only trying to get you to go see Draco because your husband showed up at his flat panicking at six in the morning today worried about you…"

"I know, Pans." Ginny's voice was louder this time.

"And he's trying to defend Draco because those two have been inseparable since childhood…"

"Pans." Gin said forcefully, and Pansy stopped mid-sentence. "I know."

"Oh."

Silence. Pansy never was one to comfort others, she was a Slytherin after all.

"Is he going to tell him where I am?"

"I don't think so, but we'll find out soon enough." Ginny looked over at her friend confused. "If Draco comes beating down my door, we'll know if Blaise told him or not."

A/N: I know it's kind of short, but I just wanted to get this one up. I had some people tell me they want to know what's going on inside Draco's head… Okay! Next chapter we'll hear from Draco since it's his turn anyways. Please review and let me know what you guys think! :-)