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Summary: According to Ministry Laws a blind witch or wizard should never live alone. When Draco becomes blind because of an accident and a Nurse comes to live with him, will love blossom? Or will Chaos ensue.
Love Is Blind
Epilogue: What Dreams Are Made Of
Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars, for shining bright
When I see you smile and I go
Oh, Oh, Oh
I would never want to miss this
Coz in my heart, I know what this is
Hey now, Hey now
This is what dreams are made of
Hey now, Hey now
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere I belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams are made of
Ginny rolled over in the bed, rubbing her eyes before she opened them. She looked at the spot on the bed next to her, finding it empty. She pouted slightly, today was her Birthday and Draco wasn't even there when she woke up. It was well into the afternoon, so she couldn't really have expected him to wait until…she glanced at the clock, 1:30 PM for her to wake up. She pushed the covers off of her and walked out of their room, hoping to find him somewhere around the Manor.
Ginny checked his office and the living room first; he wasn't in either of those. She walked into the kitchen next, thinking that maybe he was making breakfast for her or something. Though she didn't smell any food cooking as she walked, she still had her hopes up as she walked to the kitchen. She frowned when she saw no Draco, but a tray of food on the table with a note on it.
Gin,
Had to go into Diagon Alley for something.
Draco
"That's it!? That's all I get? A lousy note…" she thought to herself, willing herself not to cry, over something as small as this. She picked at some of the food on the tray, not really in the mood for eating. Finally giving up she stood from the table and walked back up the stairs to take a shower.
Upon getting out of the shower she walked to her closet and pondered what to wear. She decided on a ruffled white skirt with blue flowers on it and a blue top to go with it. Just because she was turning twenty-four didn't mean she couldn't dress like she was seventeen. Surprisingly, the clothes still fit and looked good on her.
As she was brushing her hair she sat on her bed, lightly petting Harley. She noticed a piece of parchment lying under him and gently pulled it out.
Gin,
Got back early, you were in the shower and I didn't want to bother you. If you want to see me, I'll be at The Burrow.
Draco
She smiled, brushing out her hair and placing a drying spell on it. She grabbed her wand from her nightstand and quickly apperated to The Burrow. Seconds later she appeared in the Kitchen of The Burrow, looking around for any sign of Draco. "Happy Birthday, Gin!"
Ginny turned around, "Thank you, Ron…have you seen Draco?"
"He came by earlier, but I think he's gone now."
"Are you serious?" She asked, this had to be some sort of joke.
"Yeah, he wanted me to give you this," Ron said, setting the carton of milk he had been drinking from down so he could reach into his pocket. He pulled out a small piece of parchment and handed it to her. "Mum and Dad are out at the moment, they want you to stop my later too, if you can."
"Alright," she said, a little sad that no one was here on her birthday. She looked down on the parchment that read:
Ginny
Are you getting ticked off? Sorry, love, but you were taking too long and I had to make a stop at Blaise's. Find me there.
She calmly took her wand out again and apperated to the Zabini Estate. "Blaise!" She yelled, not sure where the hell she was in his house.
She heard a door down the hall open and Blaise walked out, "'lo, Gin! Happy 24th Birthday!" He said, smiling widely at her.
"Thanks," she said a half smile on her face. "Where's Draco? And if you tell me he isn't here, I will hex you into next week!"
"Well he was here, but then he went with Hannah to go get something, not sure what." Ginny glared at him, pulling her wand out, "Woah, chill out, I'm sure they'll be back any minute."
Ginny spun around as soon as she heard a popping noise, "Draco Malfoy!"
"No, but close. Hannah." Ginny tried her best to smile, a getting a little fed up with Draco and his tricks. "Happy Birthday, Gin."
"Thank you, Hannah. Would you mind telling me where my fiancé is?" She asked sweetly.
Hannah had a big grin on her face as she passed Ginny something. Ginny looked down, another piece of parchment, "Bloody hell, I will strangle that man when I find him!" She looked down at the tiny piece of parchment that simply said:
Paris?
Ginny felt a tug at her navel and the next thing she knew, she was in Paris, right next to the Eiffel Tower. She glanced at her watch, it was already 4:00, well 5:00 here in Paris, and it was steadily getting dark. If she didn't find Draco soon she would just give up.
"Ginny? Ginevra?" She spun around, glaring at the person who spoke.
"Where the hell is Malfoy?" The man simply pointed to the Eiffel Tower, "He's up there?" He nodded, "Are you sure? Because if I get up there and there is another note…" she shook her head, not bothering to finish her sentence.
Ginny walked closer and closer to the Eiffel Tower, she and Draco hadn't gone this close to it when it was there. "Erm, excuse me…but how do I…get to the top?
"You 'ave to vait in line."
"How long is the wait?"
"Deux heures."
"Two hours?" Ginny frowned, clearly frustrated. "Merci," she said before walking to the end of the line, impatiently waiting the two hours she was told it was take.
Her feet got tired somewhere after the first hour, and she couldn't keep herself from continuously sighing. Half an hour later it was her turn to ride the elevator up. Her stomach starting churning for two reasons, being up so high, and the thought of finally seeing Draco.
She wondered when she had become this way, giddy whenever she was going to see him. She closed her eyes tightly, the view was beautiful, but she didn't want to risk anything by watching it. They finally reached the top, and she quickly stepped off the Elevator, looking around the top for Draco.
She spotted the hand of silvery, blond hair that she could recognize from anywhere. She walked up to him and he turned around before she could get a word out, "You made it." He said, leaning down and kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Finally, you prick," she said, hitting him on the arm slightly.
Draco grinned, "You love me," he said, presenting her with a red rose that came out of nowhere.
Ginny's eyes lit up, even though she was a Witch, she always loved seeing wand less Magic. It just seemed so much more real. "I do," she said, taking the rose and holding it in her hands as she looked up at him.
"I love you too," he said, softly.
Ginny gasped, feeling the rose slip from her fingers, she immediately moved down to catch it. Though when it was safely in her hands again, it was no longer a rose, but a black velvet box. "D-Draco, what is this?"
"Open it," he said, smiling.
She slowly opened the box, placing a hand over her mouth when she saw what was inside it. It was a ring, with a silver band, a princess-cut center diamond, accented with smaller princess-cut side diamonds.
Draco took the box from her hand before steadily getting down on one knee, "Ginevra Molly Weasley, I love you, so much, and will continue to do so until the day I die. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Draco Malfoy?"
"My God, how could I say no? Yes, yes, yes!" She squealed, holding out her left hand, shaking as he felt her pinky then moved over a finger and slid the ring on. "It's beautiful," She pulled him up and into a passionate kiss, so wrapped up in him that she didn't hear any of the people around them clapping. She pulled back from the kiss, in tears, "I told you, you didn't have to do all of this."
"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't?" He smiled, leaning down to kiss her again.
Have you ever wondered what life was about?
You could search the world and never figure it out
You don't have to sail all the oceans
No, No, No
Happiness is no mystery its:
Here and now, it's you and me
Then I see you smile and I go
Oh, Oh, Oh
Yesterday my life was duller
Now everything's Technicolor
What Dreams are made of - Hilary Duff
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Don't ask about the song for this chapter =P Watched the movie on HBO, and I liked the performance at the end ha-ha, call me a dork if you want. But I'm a dork that finally finished this fic! And I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and reading all of your reviews! It nearly took a year to finish this! And it's not that long, sorry laziness got the best of me. I may have one-shots from later on in their life, or something of the like.
Sorry it's short! I know the last few chapters have been. But I've sort of run out of ideas to write about. So don't tell me how short it is in your review =P Plus, I suck at writing wedding scenes and I think this is a good place to end it. You can make up in your head their happy ending. Maybe I'll do an Epilogue but I make no promises! Credit for the ring description goes to Kay Jewelers. Be sure to look out for my next fic, "Summer Abroad: Carpe Diem" another D/G fic! Thanks to my Beta, Patty. And Virginia for her wonderful assistants! I wuv you! Don't forge to review ya'll! I love your reviews and I love you!! Thanks for sticking with this story the whole way through, those of you that did, you're awesome!
That's So Raven
Because I love you all, here is a tiny snippet from Summer Abroad: Carpe Diem. It's my first fic that I'm writing in first person, so bare with me:
I didn't know much about my father besides they had a daughter, my age, named Tymora, and a son who was about eighteen, named Devon. I could hardly wait to meet them, and only hoped that we would have things in common. My host parents' names are Nicolette and Benjamin Leahy. I can hardly stop the butterflies fluttering through my stomach, and I haven't even left the house yet!
I had already decided that the time I spent in Ireland would be the time of my teenage life. Carpe Diem, Seize the Day. My current motto and I was determined to live by it. I won't care what people thing of me, because they don't know me. I shouldn't know anyone there, unless they attend Hogwarts, which would be by a long shot, but you never know.