You're Still The One

You’re Still The One

Summary: Draco and Ginny reflect on their years together.

Disclaimer: All of the characters you know belong to JK Rowling- the rest are my sad attempts at creating them. You’re Still the One is a song by Shania Twain, and all that belongs to her.

Warnings: There’s a bit of sexual reference and some suggestive talk, and a bit of cuddling, but otherwise nothing.

Notes: They’re out of character because I made them this way with my other fic. Enjoy and R/R if you want.

ONE MORE THING: I cut out one repeat of the chorus at the end because I didn’t want to draw it out any longer.

Taking a sip from her hot chocolate, she sat up and stretched, arching her back and yawning in the process. Her red hair cascaded down to her lower back as she left the warmth of the quilt in front of the fire to go fill the mug up again. She heard a faint rustling of silk and didn’t even have to turn to know it was him, her love; the one she had cherished for three wonderful years. She still felt her heart beat double-time as he came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. She could still think back to that one night back at Hogwarts, when they’d shared their first kiss...

(spoken)
When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you're still the one I love.

She leaned into his wonderful embrace. He was so comforting on these long days. She felt his strong, muscular arms encircle her waist and she closed her eyes, savoring the safety she felt in his arms.

“What’s wrong, love?” he whispered softly, “Couldn’t sleep again?”

“Just thinking” she replied equally soft.

“About what?”

“When we first met, and that first night we admitted we loved each other.”

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

He had felt her leave. He knew she’d been up, and he’d pretended that he was sleeping. She liked to be alone to think every now and then. Some days, he just wanted to hold her and try to wipe away the bad memories, to tell her it’d be all right. He loved her too deeply not to care.

Now she was in his arms, and it made him feel so happy that she was his, all his. He thought back to when they’d finally announced that they were a couple, how the whole school had whispered whenever they were near. His father nearly disowned him, and he was shunned from all his fellow Slytherins. He imagined that Ginny had just as hard a time as he did. He met her parents, and at first they were very tight-lipped and had the image of being forced to be polite, but as they saw that he wasn’t the terrible person everyone made him out to be, they’d let up a bit.

“I remember. The hardest part was to make it clear to everyone else, not to ourselves.”

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

They’d gotten married a couple of months ago. They’d wanted to take it slow, make sure everyone agreed, and to make sure that they both wanted this. They still did. They both loved each other. Nothing would change that, not even when the times had been so dark, not even when Voldemort almost rose to ultimate power. Not even when Harry Potter had wanted her back, and not even when Pansy had wanted him. They remained true to one another.

(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

She was thinking of the same things he was, how they’d been through all those tough times, emotionally and physically. When he was hurt during the fight, she didn’t think she could bear it. She’d stayed with him all those lonely nights. He’d been there for her as well, as she tried to overcome her terrible fear that Lord Voldemort would take over her body again, to ensnare her in his thoughts and take control over her yet again. She knew he was afraid that when Harry had asked her back, she’d desert him, but she could never leave him. She loved him too much.

Ain't nothin' better

We beat the odds together

I'm glad we didn't listen

Look at what we would be missin'

He was very glad they’d made it through all that they did. It only made them stronger. When she’d been so scared of Voldemort, he made sure he was there. It was the same way around, especially when he had been hurt. He’d been quite literally frightened by the fact that she might go for Harry instead of him, because she’d always adored Harry. He didn’t know that their love had run so deep. He’d refused Pansy to be with her, damn it, since she was the one for him, no question about it. They were meant for each other. It didn’t matter what anyone else said.

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"

But just look at us holding on

We're still together still going strong

“Are you sure that you’re fine?” He asked her tentatively.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t had the nightmares for a while.”

“You ready to come up?”

“In a minute. Just, please, stay with me for a bit longer?”

“All right.”

They stood in each other’s arms, thinking how lucky they both were. They’d braved ridicule, and survived all the adversity they’d faced. And they were still standing. They were still the only ones for each other.
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(You're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

I’m so glad we made it

Look how far we’ve come my baby...

“Seems like we’ve made it, hmm?” she asked him, leaning into his arms for a moment.

“We’ve done more than just make it- we’ve proved everyone wrong and held onto it.”

After a few moments, she smiled and turned in his arms. She stared into those silvery-gray eyes that she loved so much. Then she tilted her head and leaned up, softly brushing her lips against his. He moved his hands up and down her back as he deepened the kiss, pulling her to him by the waist and pushing down harder on her lips. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked over her lips, asking for permission to enter her territory. She opened her lips willingly, and he explored her mouth. Several minutes later, they broke off the kiss. She smiled up at him and said, “I’m tired. Let’s go back up, Draco.”

“All right, Gin.”