"That's ridiculous!" he exploded, shouting at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Malfoy, I hope you understand that we can't put you two in a separate room! It would create a great commotion between the students, and their parents…"

"But she is my wife!" he said, pointing to a quiet Ginny who limited herself to watching the scene.

"Yes, she is, but you're both still Hogwarts students, and you must obey the rules we have set," the old man explained calmly, holding back a smile that glowed in his eyes.

"But what if she needs me?" Draco still tried to reason with him, looking sheepish. "What if she faints again?"

"I believe Miss… Mrs. Malfoy is already healthy enough and won't be in any danger… am I right?" Dumbledore asked her.

"Yes, I'm all better," she agreed, which made Draco give her a murderous glance.

"You shut up, Virginia."

"No, I won't, and Professor Dumbledore is right." She smiled softly, not even hurt by her husband's words. "We must follow the rules until the end of the term."

He grumbled loudly in annoyance, but didn't say anything else. They were then dismissed and made their way to their dormitories.

"What are you trying to do?" he finally said, holding her arm so she would stop and look at him. "Why did you agree with Dumbledore?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked, staring into his eyes, which were lit by the moonlight coming from the window they were standing in front of. "I'm trying to make you miss me."

He looked at her, stunned, not knowing what to say.

"Maybe if we stay these months away, you will see that you love me, and you will want to stay with me."

"That's the most idiotic thing I've ever heard!" he hissed, letting go of her arm and walking to the window, turning his back on her.

"What is idiotic, the idea that you love me, or the plan to make you miss me?" she teased, moving closer to him.

He closed his eyes, confused. He didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what the answer was. He still remembered the way she had been at the wedding; she had seemed to be walking to her execution. And the way she had held Harry at the reception had made his heart shatter into pieces he was still trying to mend.

But yet, every time she looked at him he could see that glow in her eyes, a glow she didn't have when she was talking to Harry. He could feel the way she tried to ignore his efforts to hurt her with his words, smiling sadly at him the whole time. And it made him fall apart, the way he couldn't hurt her anymore. The way he couldn't stand trying to hurt her anymore.

Who was he fooling? Of course he cared about her, or the memory of her holding Harry wouldn't be killing him still. Nor would the idea of having to sleep apart from her. He knew he would miss her; would miss waking up beside her and watching her smiling at him the first thing in the morning.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered.

He was thinking about her smile. He was thinking how he was already addicted to her, and they had been married for only four days. He was tearing up inside at the thought that Potter would be closer to her than he would during the end of that term. "I'm wondering if it's worthwhile to jump out of this window just to get rid of you."

There he was, trying to hurt her again. And again, she just smiled and leaned over him to look down. "Are you sure? It's a long way down."

He looked at her, watching the moon light her red hair and make her look more pale. She was beautiful, and she was his! Why couldn't he just put his pride aside and accept her?

"It will be a long way down if I'm not with you," he whispered, his voice full of grief, as he finally felt relieved for not trying to pretend anymore.

She took the first step and held him this time. "I can forgive you for not saying you love me."

"You're pushing too hard, Mrs. Malfoy." He laughed softly, hesitantly holding her back.

"It's because I love you, Mr. Malfoy." She inhaled deeply. "And I know we can be very happy and contradict that evil Wakler!"

"You know what? He is not that evil," he pondered, finally holding her back fully. "I should thank him someday."

"Oh, you can do it when I send him the picture of our kids." He looked at her, puzzled, and she laughed. "I promised him I would…"

"You said kids?" He tried to think straight.

"Is that a problem?" she teased.

"You used the plural."

"Yeah, well, I thought that an only child would grow up too much like you…" she smiled, watching him protest.

"Want to form a Weasley franchise, then?" he smirked.

"No, seven is too many." She remembered how she had grown up, and although she had had a wonderful childhood, she didn't feel like making her children go through the same experience.

She gazed at the moon, knowing he was staring at her deeply, and felt more confident than she had ever felt before.

"Three is a good number." He interrupted her thoughts, smiling hopefully. Was it possible that maybe he was learning to show her what he was feeling? Was it possible he could be as warm and tender as she hoped him to be?

"Yes," she whispered, lost in his eyes, knowing that everything would all right now. "Three is a very good number."

"Of course, if you had backed me up with Dumbledore, we could start this family sooner…" He smirked, breaking the enchantment in Ginny's eyes.

"Do you really expect me to start a family at fifteen years old?" she exclaimed, letting go of him harshly.

He laughed, and held her firm, but gently. "As long as you are with me, I don't care."

She smiled wildly, her arms around his neck. "Say it again." It was too good to be true.

He smiled back at her, and sighed, content, staring lovingly at her eyes. "As long as you're with me, I don't care."

After a long pause, he continued: "Although I insist that if you had…"

She smiled and kissed him lightly to shut him up. When their kiss deepened and she felt his hands run though her hair, she realized it was perfect, yes. And she hoped he never changed.