Draco

Draco paced back and forth in the master bedroom running his hand through his hair, restless and irritated. It had been three days since his wife had disappeared, and there was still no sign of her, if you don't count the stupid letter she'd owled over the first morning.

Draco

I'm fine. I'll contact you when I'm ready.

Ginny

He'd burned the damned thing. He knew they weren't as close as they used to be, but this was ridiculous! Asking for a divorce? Running away from her own house? She was serious about this. Draco sighed.

Finally sitting down at his monogamy desk in his study, he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. It burned going down his throat but he poured himself another while thinking about the hopelessness of this mess he'd gotten himself into. He couldn't even remember when this rift between Ginny and him had begun. Years ago though… too many years.

When he'd first met her at the ball after the war, he had been immediately taken with her. She was vibrant and beautiful and proud- everything he'd been taught to respect. But she was more then that, too. She was kind-hearted and, despite the war, carefree. He had dated plenty of beautiful women, but he'd never felt this way about any other girl he'd ever been with, and after just a few short months he was sure he would like to spend the rest of his life with her. So he proposed.

The first couple of years were better then he'd ever expected they would be. Perfect. The only arguments they had were about how much longer to stay on vacation and which furniture they should shag on next. They visited the Weasely's Burrow for every holiday, birthday, and anniversary, and every Saturday they went to dinner with his and her best friends. He surprised her with diamonds and roses; she surprised him with the newest brooms and her home-cooked dinner. He was happy, they were happy.

When Goyle passed away, he took Daphne, Goyle's widow, on his payroll more as a favor to an old friend then anything. He honestly had no idea why she'd want to work as a secretary when she could easily make more money elsewhere, but it wasn't really his business, so he didn't pry. But Ginny didn't like it.

At first he thought it was old school rivalries that made her dislike Daphne so immediately and he should have known better. But he had bigger problems then worrying about if his secretary and wife played well together. At work, he was trying to organize a merger that would almost double the size of his company, and it involved a lot of long meetings and sucking up. When he'd come home late at night, tired to the bone, Ginny would question him over and over again on why he was late, and what kind of meetings. She'd made very clear in the beginning of their marriage that she didn't want or need to hear about his "boring meetings," that she'd rather be doing something else, so he tried to kiss her. This seemed to offend her, and he couldn't really understand her but, hey! Every couple has their little issues, so he let it go, thinking she would too. But it was apparently too much to ask for.

The first time she'd accused him of sleeping with Daphne, he'd been outraged. He accused her of being ridiculous and jealous, and just because his secretary was a woman didn't mean he was sleeping with her. She'd stormed out of the dining room, and he had to fight with himself not to follow her out yelling.

Sure, Daphne was beautiful, but he'd never even thought looked at her like that. They dated for about two weeks in school, but even then it had only been about reputation and he'd quickly grown tired of her. Angry and hurt, he planned to give her her space to cool down for a couple days before talking this through with her. But he didn't want to fight with her, and a couple days turned into a couple weeks, and when he finally worked up the courage to talk to his wife she was furious and immediately launched into another accusation. He denied it, but she never believed him.

Thus began a destructive pattern. He come home from work exhausted, they'd fight, she'd cry, he'd deny her stories, and she would never trust him. What had he ever done to make her lose so much faith in him? It was insulting. He didn't go around accusing her of sleeping with the mailman when he was away! What gave her the right to question his fidelity? Eventually he grew tired and frustrated with her and her lack of trust, so he stopped trying to prove his innocence. She wouldn't believe him anyways. He stayed at work later to avoid going home. She no longer cooked, he no longer sent her flowers, and the years pasted.

The only aspect of their marriage that hadn't dissolved over the years was the physical one. She was still the best lay he'd ever had, and more often then not, they be arguing and one of them would snap and jump the other. It made for some wild, passionate nights. But it couldn't fix them, he knew that. In the morning he'd wake up early, and practically sneak out of his own house. Then they'd start all over.

He knew he was pulling away from her, putting up a cold façade, hoping to discourage her from constantly throwing questions at him, which she did, but she began pulling even farther away from him then ever before.

They pretended to be a happy couple for the public and her family, for personal reasons and for business reasons. Hell, not even Blaise, his best friend, knew what was going on between him and Ginny.

And now she wanted a divorce. Could he give it to her? Just because they were no longer blissfully happy, just because she didn't trust him to be faithful, and the most they interacted was through sex or fights, doesn't mean that he didn't still love her.

…Did it?

OoOoO

Ginny

Ginny rested her cheek against the cool marble sink, fighting nausea. Morning sickness is going to be the death of her.

"How're you feeling?" Pansy asked from the doorway of the bathroom, looking worried. One sniff of the omelet Ron had made for her and she was sent running.

"It'll pass." After a few more deep breaths, sure enough, it did. She brushed her teeth quickly and wandered back over to the kitchen table, taking her seat and eyeing her eggs warily. Carefully taking a bite, she found she was suddenly famished. Before she knew it, she had finished her entire plate, looking up she saw Pansy barely through half of hers.

"Well, at least the baby won't be picky." Pansy laughed, and Ginny and Ron joined in.

Telling Ron she was pregnant was hard, but necessary. Ronald had always been her favorite brother and the thought that he would be disappointed in her was a scary thought, but if she was going to be staying here while she was avoiding her husband, it would've become very obvious, very fast. Luckily, while he did tell her he'd want her to patch things up with Draco, he was also aware that it wasn't his choice to make and even said so.

Blaise hadn't told Draco where her hideout was, but he had succeeded in guilting her into at least contacting him so he wouldn't worry. Worry, she wanted to snort in a very unlady-like manner. The man had pretending she wasn't anything but a shag buddy for years now, and now he was worried. She'd written several drafts to the letter she'd sent several days ago, each one shorter then the last. Finally she sent one, with the bare minimum.

Well, Ginny sighed, she couldn't avoid him forever. Quickly scrawling out a note with a time and place to meet her for lunch tomorrow, she sent it off before she could talk herself out of it. She'd given him a few days to think things through, hopefully it worked.

She would find out tomorrow.

A/N: Well, what'd you guys think about Draco? I heard a fun quote in class today (where I was writing out this chapter! Heh) that seemed to go along fetchingly with my story. "There are always three sides to a story: yours, mine, and the truth." I'm excited about where this story is going and I'm estimating about seven more chapters. Review and show me some love!