The Trouble with Marrying Your Enemy

Sequel to The Search For an Undercover Scoop

Chapter 1

It had been exactly one year from the day that Draco Malfoy had unexpectedly admitted his feelings for Ginny Weasley in front of about eighty-five guests during the middle of Hermione and Ron Weasley's wedding. That one outburst had affected Ginny's life, for she and him were together ever since. Today was their one-year anniversary, along with her brother and best friend's one-year wedding anniversary.

Her brothers had gotten used to the idea of her and the blonde, but they frequently reminded him of Ron's promise. Ginny found it hilarious, but Draco didn't find the situation that amusing. Luckily for him, dating Ginny did not include dating her brothers as well, plus he didn't have to see them often. This worked for both parties.

Things were a bit awkward between Draco and Ron. Ron was still holding a grudge against him from their years in school together. He held to the belief that people basically do not change, therefore Draco was still the same 'wanker' he had always been. His wife Hermione, on the other hand, graciously accepted Draco as Ginny's new boyfriend and acted comfortable around him. Ginny appreciated her friend's attitude towards him because it was never fun when your best friend and your boyfriend didn't get along.

The year had gone smooth for Ginny. She had her dream job, her boyfriend, and was on good terms with her friends and family. Life was good or, at least in Ginny's eyes, just as good as it was ever going to get. For now her life was like a lake, sitting and waiting for something to come along and cause the water to ripple.

This did not mean that she was free from any anxieties, actually far from it. Her job was proving itself to be more stressful then she imagined. There was the constant pressure of having to outdo herself with every article, along with the annoying feeling of never being able to live up to the expectations that people set for you.

Her career was not the only aspect of her life that gave her concern; you have to consider her personal life as well. This particular morning, which happened to be a Saturday, she awoke around nine. She spent the previous night at Draco's; therefore when she woke up she found herself beneath silky dark green sheets in his Slytherin-like bedroom. The shades were half opened, sending a ray of light across the room. She turned to her side and noticed that her boyfriend was not there, so she intelligently concluded that he must have woken up before her.

She slid out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor, and picked up her clothes before heading across the hallway to the bathroom. Once there she took a quick shower and got dressed. Her damp red hair hung down as she looked in the mirror, thanking Merlin that this time Draco's house elf didn't try to clean the bathroom again while she was taking a shower. That had scared the crap out of her.

Finally she walked out, in search of her boyfriend. She wondered if he remembered their anniversary, she sure did. She peeked in the kitchen and was highly disappointed. His house elf, Amphora, was busy at work cleaning up after the breakfast that she had just cooked. She stopped the minute she saw Ginny, as if she was scared that she would scold her, and asked her, "Is there anything you need Amphora to do for you?"

Ginny shook her head no and replied, "Have you seen Draco?"

The little house elf animatedly answered, "Yes, yes! Master is in the other room eating breakfast. Does Miss Weasley want anything to eat?"

"Sure," Ginny responded as her stomach growling, openly agreeing with her. When the house elf moved, about to go get the breakfast for her, she stopped her by adding, "No, no, that's ok, I can get it myself."

She felt guilty having someone wait on her without paying them, so she hardly ever let Amphora do anything for her. Hermione would have been proud. Ginny took a plate out of the cabinet, and then began to fill it with the various foods that the house elf made. After she set down her plate for a second, she looked around the kitchen, and then smiled when she saw a pot of coffee. He knew her so well.

She then got out a mug and filled it with the black java. Before heading out to the dining area of Draco's apartment, she took a sip of the coffee. 'Mmm,' she thought to herself. 'Still warm.' Without coffee she would never be able to wake up in the morning.

Ginny held her mug with one hand and her plate with the other. She set both down at the table, and then took a seat, looking up to see that Draco was sitting across from her. He was reading the Daily Prophet while taking occasional sips of his coffee. The plate in front of him was empty, and she noticed that he was on his second cup of coffee.

As she sat down he gave her a cursory glance before returning to the newspaper. "Good morning sleepyhead."

Good morning? That was it? What about 'happy anniversary' or 'it's been a great year'? She would have even settled for a 'you are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for'. But no, all he had to say was 'Good morning sleepyhead.' That sounds like something a father would say to their daughter, not to their girlfriend! Disappointment couldn't even begin to describe the way she was feeling at that particular moment.

She didn't reply and instead took her anger out on the eggs in front of her. She stabbed them with her fork, and then chewed viciously, as if she was eating her enemy. Then she took her knife and began buttering the hell out of her toast. She even looked at her cup of coffee with a hint of contempt as she continued to eat in this manner.

Draco didn't notice. Not so much as a 'something wrong hun?' came out of his lips as he finished reading the newspaper and set it down on the table. He downed what was left of his coffee, and then set the mug down before getting up from the table and pushing his seat in. He looked over at his girlfriend and said, "I have to go out today to run some errands, but you can stay here if you want. Either way, I want to see you later today."

She gave him an evil glare, hoping that he would take the hint and feel guilty, but he did no such thing. When she didn't reply he took her lack of response as her understanding and agreeing with him. He then left the room, most likely to get ready for running his errands, and she was alone. Who was she kidding; he was never guilty for anything.

Ginny took a bite of her toast, tearing it apart with her teeth angrily, while thinking 'How could he not remember?' This annoyed her to no end. She took a long swig of her first cup of coffee, finishing it, and then headed off to the kitchen in order to refill her cup. She would need a lot of the steaming java to help her get through the day.

He left the apartment only five minutes later, giving her time to find something to do. She strolled through his apartment, as if it were her own. She had been there so many times that it felt like it was, although he never asked her to move in with him. That didn't bother her because she knew he was the type of guy who needed his space. It was hard enough for him to admit his feelings to her, them sharing an apartment would too much commitment for him to handle, or at least that was how Ginny looked at the situation.

She re-entered his bedroom and sat down at one of his desks, setting down her mug of coffee as well. As she sat there, Ginny thought of something to do. She took a fresh piece of parchment, dipped the nearest quill in ink, and began writing a letter to her best friend. Normally she would call her, but Draco did not have a Muggle phone (of course) and she was sure that Hermione was busy anyway. Her slightly sloppy cursive handwriting read as follows:

Dear Hermione,

Happy anniversary! Are you and my brother doing anything special for this one? I'm sure you will, even if Ron forgets, although I'm sure you already have that covered. The four of us should get together for dinner soon. Are you free tomorrow night?

Anyway, I am angry with Draco right now. He forgot that it is our anniversary too. What angers me even more is that he didn't even notice I was mad. Now he is out 'running some errands' and I am alone in his apartment. Alone on our anniversary.

I hope this letter reaches both of you in good spirits. Tell Ron that I say hi. Speaking of which, did you two agree on buying a house yet? Like with everything, he never wants to let go of what he has. Eventually you two will have to move though, if you are going to live up to my mum's dream of you having her a boatload of grandchildren.

Write back soon,

Ginny

Then, after signing her name, she folded the letter and walked over to the cage in which Draco's black raven was kept. She opened the door, let the raven out, and handed the letter to it. The raven grabbed the letter with its claws and waited for her to open the window. "Take this to Hermione Weasley," she uttered before it flew off, and she took her seat once more.

She couldn't think of anything else to do. After finished her second cup of coffee she decided to go back to her own apartment. Then she could change, see if she got any mail, and find some way of wasting time. Plus, she felt weird being in his apartment without him there. It was like using someone else's wand, you just didn't do it. She would just come back later, if at all. So, with that in mind, she said goodbye to his house elf and took off in the direction of her home.

Meanwhile Draco Malfoy was grinning in his mind. He couldn't wait to see Ginny's face when he surprised her with what he had planned for that evening. He picked up the ring at the jewelry store, spent some time complaining to the manager about how it took so long to be ready and he threw around the Malfoy name a bit, and then headed off to Le Ensorcellement, which was the very first restaurant that they had ever been to together.

He went over the arrangement with the hostess, making sure that she remembered his orders. People were idiots and constantly forgot things, and he didn't want them to get this wrong. He had her repeat his requests, more like demands, and he looked over the room. When everything seemed in check he headed back to his apartment.

When he got there it was empty, except of course for his house elf Amphora. Ginny had left, most likely to go home, but he was sure that she would be back. If not then he could always stop by her place and see what she was up to. He went to his bedroom, set the ring box down on his desk, and then out of the corner of his eye saw his raven fly in the window. It was holding a letter, so he took it and read the envelope. The letter was addressed to Ginny. He wondered why it was sent to his apartment, but then figured that she wrote someone from there, so he set down the letter and continued to prepare for the upcoming night.

A/N: Finally, the long awaited sequel arrives. I'll try to update within the next several days, it's hard with all this school work. Anyway, I would like to thank all of my reviewers from the first story, I hope you all like the sequel.

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