Chapter 8 - Bonding
If there was such powerful magic, Ginevra would have said someone had charmed the weather to be perfect, that day… The sky was bright blue, no clouds in sight, the sun was shining although not too hot, just the right temperature. A great amount of sunlight washed her bedroom, from the open double doors that led to the balcony, and that's where Ginevra was, at the moment, having just been dressed by Parvati.
Today was the beginning of the unknown…
Dozens of black carriages richly decorated with golden coats of arms, from the different families, crossed the garden's perfect lawns and beds of flowers, heading to the ceremonial site: the centre of circle made of stones, a similar site of Stonehenge. Each Kingdom was defined by its ritual site, and Birmingham had one of the most powerful ones. That's where she would be sworn to Prince Draco, having the blessing of the Gods and hundreds of guests would be assisting under huge tents, protecting their fair skins from the sun.
`Fools… We have so little sun around here and they don't even enjoy it.' Ginevra chuckled internally, watching another carriage pass by majestically.
The last few days had been hectic with preparations for the wedding, trying on the wedding dress to make sure it fit perfectly, practising different hair-dos, receiving last-minute social-etiquette classes from Mrs. Potter… And on top of all that, she had been unable to sleep on the last days, ever since that afternoon she spent, under the tree, with Prince Draco. She hadn't seen him since that day and was beginning to worry about the amount of times she caught herself wondering how he was, where he was and with whom he was. He was probably the reason why she couldn't sleep, on top of the fast approaching wedding and her wife-duties.
A small breeze hit her face, making Ginevra smile and sigh softly. The fairy tale was coming true, although not like she had imagined. Yes, the weather, the dress, the white carriage, the beautiful Prince, they were all correct, but the feelings behind the whole wedding were wrong… Who knew if this story would end up with `And they lived happily ever after'.
"Perfect!" a familiar gentle voice whispered behind Ginevra. "My darling, you look wonderful… I brought your bouquet of flowers; they have just arrived from the flower shop. But, why are you not smiling?"
"My Queen, forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm. These last few weeks have been really hard for me with sudden changes in my life, and today is just so… important for everyone but I feel insecure. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Ginevra explained gently, turning around to face the beautiful blond woman, wearing a light-grey gown with an emeralds necklace, matching earrings and her Royalty's Crown.
"I understand… A few decades ago I went through the same thing, Ginevra, exactly the same thing… I was like you: fiery temper, full of dreams, loving family; and one day, Lucius' mother, the former Queen, chose me to marry him. I believe that's one of the reasons why I chose you, my darling. I wanted to see you succeed where I have failed; I wanted to see you change my son, being happy with him, loving each other, ruling the Kingdom together. Everything I failed to do with my husband…" Queen Narcissa explained, a few tears slipping from her silver-grey eyes; the same eyes that Ginevra had seen so many times in Prince Draco's face. "Are you willing to try?"
Ginevra remained in silence, analysing the information that the Queen had just given to her… No, she didn't want to have a marriage with the Prince like the Queen had with her husband; yes, she wanted to help the Prince to rule the Kingdom… Merlin! She even wanted to create a few laws of her own! But to do so, she would have to build a strong marriage. That was the message the Queen was trying to pass, for sure.
"Yes, I am… Mother." Ginevra replied with a big smile, and then she embraced the Queen, placing her mouth next to her ear. "I will live what you should have lived, I will change him although he's not as bad as I believed he was, I will be happy… Just you wait and see!"
"That's all I ever wanted." The Queen smiled, another tear falling down her cheeks. "Now, enough of this crying… I'm going to the circle, and in a few moments Parvati will come here and take you to your carriage, so, I'll see you there. Good luck."
With another short hug, the Queen exited the bedroom, leaving Ginevra all alone once again, organizing her thoughts and gaining the courage to go on with her new life. She had someone's happiness in her hands…
Taking a few steps, she placed herself in front of the tall mirror and studied herself.
There she was, red hair caught up at the back of her head in a French twist, a few curled tendrils framing her face. On top of her head was a platinum tiara, with small diamonds and emeralds decorating the elaborate design. The dress was beautiful: the silver embroidering had been perfectly done, the dress' corset was tight and fitted her perfectly, and the skirt was large and puffy, extending on a long train behind her.
"You look wonderful, Ginny… Try to feel like it as well." She told herself, allowing a smile to appear on her face.
"Milady, it's time for the ceremony…" Parvati warned happily from behind her, her reflex showing up in the mirror over Ginevra's shoulder. "I brought someone to see you."
As she announced the visitor, a familiar man appeared reflected in the mirror as well.
"Daddy! I'm so glad you're here." Ginevra smiled, turning around to face her father. "So, how do I look?"
"You'll always look good, to me, Ginny, whether you're wearing rags or an elaborate gown… You look like the Princess you are, the Princess I always said you were." Arthur Weasley replied with a big smile. "Merlin, it's hard to believe that my little baby is getting married!"
"Yes, I find it hard to believe, myself." Ginevra chuckled. "Are you taking me to the circle?"
"Yes, it will be an honour to do so… I love you, and you'll always be my little lioness." He said tenderly.
"Thank you, father, your support was all I needed right now…" She sighed, carefully wiping the tears from her eyes. "I believe it's time to go."
Silently, Arthur Weasley held his daughter's hand and placed it on his forearm. Ginevra picked up the bouquet the Queen had left on top of her bed and together they exited her bedroom and followed Parvati down the richly decorated corridors until they reached the double doors in front of which a white carriage awaited to transport them to the ceremony site.
As soon as Ginevra and her father stepped outside of the Palace's doors, there was loud screaming. Worried, they both looked around, trying to understand what was going on, until their eyes finally settled on a large crowd, standing just outside of the Palace's gates, waving their hands and screaming Ginevra's name.
"Why are they screaming my name?" Ginevra mumbled, feeling very confused.
"The wedding was announced in the whole kingdom. Everyone knows you come from a low-class family, and they hope you'll bring the changes our kingdom needs so much… They think you'll make the Prince realise those needs and make him act on them." Her father explained gently. "You've just become their favourite person, Ginny."
Just what she needed… More people whose happiness depended on her.
"I'll do what I can, but I cannot make promises, as I don't know how much power I'll have in my hands…" she replied and then turned around to face the crowd, waving her hand just like Mrs. Potter had taught her to do. After the greeting, Ginevra entered the carriage followed by her father and Parvati, and in a few moments they were crossing the well-kept gardens, heading to the ceremony site where the guests were already seating under the huge white tents surrounding the ancient circle of stones.
As the carriage came to a halt, Ginevra studied the crowd. The women were very well dressed with rich fabrics and wearing expensive jewellery to show how powerful they were. The men were wearing their formal robes, showing off their medals and titles… That's what the high-society was all about: showing off.
Very near to the circle was her family, their red-heads shining under the bright sun. Her mother was looking gorgeous, wearing an expensive looking dark blue gown, her hair was caught in a bun and she had a beautiful smile on her gentle face. Around her were Ginevra's six brothers, as well as their wives, and a few children. They were all looking very good and she was happy to have them there, supporting her on this big day.
As soon as the carriage's door was opened, Parvati and Mr. Weasley exited. The latter held up a hand to help his daughter out and the maid helped Ginevra with the dress, trying to smooth it with her hands.
There was a stone path leading to the sacred circle of stones decorated with huge floating baskets of ivy and white roses, similar to her bouquet, the tents had cooling charms placed on them to keep the guests comfortable and there were dozens of servants handing drinks and appetizers.
When Ginevra and her father started their walk through the stone path, the guests turned around to study the bride and her father, surely trying to find faults on her or on her dress.
"Ignore them, Ginny… you are perfect to me." a kind voice whispered on her ear. Trust Arthur Weasley to say the right thing on the right moment…
Smiling widely, Ginevra continued her way slowly, trying hard to hide the nervousness that filled her soul at the moment. Inside of the circle stood Prince Draco looking handsome in his formal black robe, a few medals hanging on his chest and his hair was slightly tousled by the gentle breeze. Next to him was an old looking man with a gentle smile and twinkling blue eyes, a huge white beard falling down his stomach. Lost in her thoughts, Ginevra never realised they had already arrived to the entrance of the circle, between two tall carved sacred stones. Only when her father tugged on her hand did she avert her eyes from her husband-to-be. Around her were her six brothers and her father, all smiling sweetly at her.
"What's wrong? Are you going to take me away from here?" she whispered teasingly, placing a hand on Ron's cheek, trying to wipe away the tears falling down his cheek.
"We are all giving you away, Ginny… It's awful to see our little Gin-bug getting married." George, one of the twins, said with a goofy smile. "Well, at least you'll be practising our old pranks on your new family, uh?"
"Perhaps, George. I'll let you know if I do." She winked at him and slowly looked around her, facing each
of them with a gentle smile. "I love you all, and I want you to know that although I'm marrying into this
family, I'll still be here for all of you… Always."
The answer she got was that of seven wands uniting their tips over her head and a spell mumbled in unison by seven familiar deep voices. The spell was the sign of the family's willingness to give their daughter over to her new family, it meant trust and friendship, but it also gave a certain level of protection to the bride.
As soon as the white glow that surrounded her faded away, Ginevra's father and brothers stepped back and with a slight bow gave her permission to enter the sacred circle.
Swallowing back a sob and holding the tears in her eyes with great difficulty, Ginevra turned her back on her family and faced the Prince, slowly entering the circle, walking to him, her eyes never leaving his. As soon as she stood in front of him and in front of the old man, at the centre of the circle, Ginevra made a small curtsey and carefully placed her bouquet on the floor as an offer to the gods. The ceremony was about to start.
"My friends, we are here reunited today for the gathering of two young souls: Draco and Ginevra. To them I ask: Are you here of your own will?" the old man asked, looking at the young couple in front of him.
"Yes, we are." They both answered, their eyes still not breaking their intense gaze lock.
Two white roses magically floated from the bouquet on the floor to hover over the couple. The Gods had accepted the answer as truthful. And indeed it was truth. Ginevra was willing to marry because she knew how must trust several people were placing on her new title, and Prince Draco was willing to marry because he needed a wife to be King.
"The Gods are listening. Ginevra, do you promise to be true to your husband, to make him happy and to help him rule this Kingdom?" the old man asked gently, looking at her over his half-moon shaped spectacles.
Breaking their gaze lock, Ginevra studied the Prince's relaxed face, his mouth slightly smiling, and took a deep breath. Yes, she wanted to make him happy and yes, she wanted to help him improve the Kingdom's situation. No need to consider other men, she didn't need a lover.
"Yes." She answered truthfully and two white roses popped out of the bouquet to join the previous two over their heads.
"Draco, do you promise to be true to your wife, to make her happy and to accept her help ruling this Kingdom?" the old man repeated, this time facing the Prince.
Prince Draco just stared at Ginevra, his eyes glazed over in thought. After a few minutes, the guests started to comment on his hesitation and Ginevra began to get even more nervous. He was going to refuse to marry her and she would be free to go back to her family, making the whole kingdom and the Queen feel sad and unhappy.
"Yes." His low whisper brought her out of her thoughts and she stared at him, biting her lip to make it stop trembling.
This time the two roses took longer to pop out of the bouquet, and shook slightly as they slowly ascended to join the other ones, over their heads.
"Very well, join your hands…" the old man ordered, waving his wand around the joined hands and soon, a white glow surrounded their wrists. "If one or both of you wish to stop this ceremony before it's completed, you should speak now."
This time, they both shook their heads at the same time… no hesitations. The last rose popped out of the bouquet and joined the others. The seven roses exploded in a shimmering silver dust and fell on top of the now bonded couple.
"The Gods have accepted your bond. Hold true to your promises and everything will go well for the both of you." He said gently, then raised his voice and stared at the guests. "I present to you, Prince Draco Lucius Malfoy and Princess Ginevra Rose Malfoy, heirs of Birmingham's throne."
While the guests applauded in a bored fashion, Ginevra tugged on the Prince's hands to make him look her in the eye. When he did so with a questioning look, she smirked.
"Well, husband, aren't you going to kiss your wife?" she teased, but turned away from him just has realization downed on his face. "Thank you for doing the ceremony, Mr. …?"
"Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore. It's a pleasure to meet you, my Princess; I've heard great things about you." The old man said, his eyes twinkling madly.
"Dumbledore? The Headmaster of Hogwarts?!" she gasped in shock, trying to ignore the close proximity of the Prince against her back, his hands gently settling on her shoulders.
"That's correct. I trust you had fun reading your brothers' books?" he asked, knowingly but not condemningly.
"Yes, they were very interesting, but how do you know that?" she asked, surprised with both the old man's knowledge of her life as well as surprised with the slight massage the Prince was giving to her shoulders.
"I believe it suffices to say that your beliefs are correct and should be pursued… Congratulations, to both of you…" he bowed slightly and left the circle, leaving the couple alone.
"Strange isn't he?" the Prince whispered next to her ear, causing a shiver to run down her body.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Well, my wife wanted a kiss…" he explained, quickly turning her around to face him and surrounded her waist with his arms, their noses practically touching. "Who am I to refuse her?"
With a small movement, their lips were softly touching in a gentle innocent kiss that surprised Ginevra beyond belief. As their lips parted, the Prince stared at his wife, her eyes closed, lips moist and slightly parted as if waiting for another kiss, a discrete redness on her pleased face. She was beautiful and when he had seen her walking to the centre of the stones' circle, his breathing had stopped. He had felt blessed to have such a beautiful smart young woman marry him, yet, at the moment of promises, he had faltered. Never in his life had he been asked to make promises that involved another person's happiness. How could he promise to be faithful to his wife when his social standing allowed him to have five young women at his disposal? How could he allow a low-class woman to rule the kingdom by his side, after being raised all his life to fulfil that role?
In the end he had been able to make the promise. Ginevra was very intelligent, she had a strong will and several ideas to change the wizarding laws, and so, perhaps she would end up being useful. About the faithfulness, well, his social position allowed him to have other women, so, no need to worry about that.
Caressing her face's smooth skin, the Prince watched in wonder as she slowly opened her chocolate-brown eyes, the sun making them shine brightly.
"I was only teasing you…" Ginevra whispered, dreamily gazing at him.
"And I took it as a challenge. Be careful, my dear, if you don't pay attention to what you say and do, you'll be having a lot of surprises… not all of them pleasant." The Prince replied with a smirk on his face, pulling her by the waist to fit against his body and then he kissed her once again, more passionately this time, biting her lower lip, ordering her to open her lips for his tongue. Not knowing, for certain, what to do, she let him explore her mouth with his tongue, and paying close attention to his movements, Ginevra began to imitate him, drawing a deep groan from him. When both people knew what they're doing, it became much more pleasant.
Slowly, Prince Draco stopped the kiss and stared at her with surprise. She was a quick learner and appeared to enjoy his attentions… Maybe she would be equally fast in learning what to do in a bedroom.
"We should step out of the circle. Everyone's staring at us, waiting to give us their regards…" she said, trying to calm down her heavy breathing and her flaming cheeks. Her husband simply nodded his head in agreement and held her hand, leading her to one of the huge white tents, where the guests had already formed a long queue, according to social standing, the King and Queen being the first couple of the long line.
King Lucius maintained his usual impassive expression while the Queen smiled widely, showing how happy she was.
"Well done, Draco, Ginevra." Was all the King said, while his wife hugged both his son and daughter-in-law.
"Congratulations, my darlings! It was a beautiful ceremony… Welcome to the family, Ginevra." The Queen said happily, her silver-grey eyes turning a light blue.
"Thank you, Mother." Ginevra replied, smiling back. "Where is my family?"
"They're at the back of the queue of guests, where they belong." The King replied coldly, ignoring the anger that showed up in Ginevra's face.
"But they're my family! They should be up here, next to you… They haven't met Draco yet." She whispered angrily, trying to be discrete.
"They'll meet me when they get here." The Prince hissed in her ear and then looked at the next couple in the queue, smiling brightly, completely ignoring his furious wife. She really looked like a fire-goddess when she was angry.
Ginevra was not angry… she was beyond furious, almost exploding. How could they belittle her family? How could Prince Draco ignore her family that way, just ten minutes after marrying her?
The Queen gave her a sad smile that made Ginevra try to calm down and behave properly, as she had been told to. For the next hour she smiled and showed her pleasure for having all those foreign snob people at her wedding. As they said their `thank yous' to the guests they were led to the Palace on the black carriages, where the lunch would be held.
At last, the queue came to an end, but before she could hug her family, Ginevra had to face Miss Parkinson and Mr. Zabini.
"Lovely wedding, Draco, your wife is looking even more beautiful than usual." Mr. Zabini smiled widely, bowing slightly to the newly-married couple.
"Oh, be quiet Blaise, one can immediately see that you know nothing about fashion…" Miss Parkinson mumbled under her breath, but loudly enough for the others to ear.
"Oh, Miss Parkinson, you shouldn't feel so bad that you're not wearing this dress or bonded to Draco… Someday you'll find someone who loves you; maybe when you grow some brains." Ginevra replied acidly, an overly-sweet smile on her face. "Mr. Zabini, thank you very much for your compliment and for being at our wedding. It's always a pleasure to have pleasant friends supporting us."
Mr. Zabini tried hard not to laugh at Miss Parkinson's outraged face and shook Prince Draco's hand.
"Draco, be careful with your wife, she's quite fiery… Don't get burned." he chuckled, dragging Miss Parkinson away to one of the dark carriages, but she released her arm from his hands and went back to couple, stepping in front of the whole Weasley family, that was starting to approach them.
"Know this, you filthy little girl, you'll be having nothing that I haven't already had! He was mine before you married him, and he'll keep on being mine, whenever he wishes to and you'll have no say on that matter." Miss Parkinson yelled furiously, completely out of herself. "And don't you ever dare speak to me that way, again!"
"Enough!" Prince Draco's furious voice yelled, as he grabbed Miss Parkinson's fist, since she was raising her arm to slap Ginevra. "She's my wife now, Pansy, she's the Princess. I believe you were raised to show respect to your superiors…"
"Draco, she insulted me! How can you take her side?" Miss Parkinson shrieked in outrage, staring daggers at Ginevra who smirked mischievously.
"She's your Princess, soon to be your Queen, so show her the respect she deserves and try to control your nasty temper." He ordered, releasing her wrist. "Bow before your Princess, Pansy…"
Miss Parkinson's face became red with rage, her hands closed in fists, trying hard to control her violent thoughts, and slowly, she curtseyed before Ginevra and the Prince.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Parkinson, it's wonderful to know that my vassals know their position." Ginevra replied teasingly with a smirk on her face and watched as the other woman went back to the carriage, walking briskly too release her fury.
"And you; try to control your nasty side as well… As much as I would enjoy it, I don't think it would look good on the new Princess to cat-fight with another woman." The Prince said, his eyes showing her how serious he was, despite his smooth voice. "Will you introduce me to your family, now?"
For the next minutes, Ginevra introduced her big family to her husband, delighted to see he was very pleasant with them. Her mother and sisters-in-law seemed to be delighted to see how beautiful and pleasant he was, but Ginevra knew he wasn't always like that… He knew when he should or shouldn't be a gentleman.
At last, the big family filled up several carriages and was taken to the Palace, while Ginevra and Prince Draco followed them in their white carriage.
"That was a huge hesitation, back there…" Ginevra said, looking out the window.
"Not really. I took as much time as I felt I needed." He replied coldly, not wanting to justify his behaviour.
"I'm sure that if you had a choice, you would have ran out of that place." She chuckled at the mental image. "I wouldn't have blamed you, really."
He just stared at her in silence, pleased to see that she wasn't angry with his hesitation. Had it been any other woman and he would have to cover his ears because of her yelling and bawling.
"I'm glad you understand." Was all Prince Draco replied.
"Well, I understand that part, but I'm furious at you for ignoring my family that way. I know we are from low-class, but they are MY family and they deserved to be one of the first persons to congratulate us!" Ginevra said, the anger coming back to her voice, as she turned away from the window to face him, her eyes blazing.
"You look great when you're furious, did you know that?" he chuckled, holding her chin in his hand and caressing her lips with his thumb.
"Don't do that when I'm trying to be angry at you…" she whispered, unconsciously leaning into his touch and then, immediately turned her head away from his hand, trying to regain complete control over her thoughts. It wouldn't do to melt on his hands when she was trying to be angry.
They were quiet the rest of the ride, neither wanting to start a fight or a heated kiss that would lead to uncomfortable questions and feelings. At last they arrived at the Palace's entry and as soon as Prince Draco exited the carriage, hundreds of people started cheering and applauding, but it was nothing compared to the reaction Ginevra got when she stepped down from the vehicle, Parvati hurriedly spreading the dress's train on the floor. The crowd seemed to go wild when they saw Ginevra, as if they were facing the kingdom's heroine, and that made her feel like floating. The kingdom was supporting her, and she would try to give back her appreciation. Standing next to her now husband, Ginevra waved at them, smiling widely, noticing that the Prince was frowning.
"Why are you doing that ugly face?" she asked, still waving.
He didn't reply. Draco Lucius Malfoy was shocked that his wife had such a reaction from the population that usually reacted that way towards him. Why were they so interested in her? Would that affect his power over the kingdom?
It was a cold Prince that led his wife through the Palace's corridors, towards the Ballroom that today was replete with dozens of circular tables, covered in silver silk, the finest porcelain with the Malfoy's Coat of Arms emblazoned on it, the sun light hitting crystal glasses and reflecting different colours around the room, flowers decorating the tables' candelabras, the shiny cutlery begging to be used, the silver silk ribbons surrounding the rolled up white napkins; in a corner of the room, the quartet of strings was playing soft music, relaxing the guests... Everything was looking perfect, as expected and Ginevra felt a great happiness to have such a beautiful party on her wedding day.
There wasn't much happening from that moment on. Several different dishes were served, during long hours; everyone had to remain sat until the end of the meal
Ginevra was alone in a table with her husband, but they both kept quiet during most of the meal, rarely commenting on the food or wine. On the other side of the room, Miss Parkinson kept shooting hateful looks at Ginevra, which she ignored, and on a near-by table, her family smiled at her and waved, from time to time, trying to give her strength to go through with the day. On another near-by table, Mr. and Mrs. Potter were happily chatting with the other guests, and Mrs. Potter, once in a while, winked at Ginevra, making her feel much better.
"The meal is over." Prince Draco's voice said next to her, waking her from her reverie.
"Wonderful, I'm tired of spending so much time sitting with this corset digging into my ribs and pretending to eat foods I absolutely know nothing about." She complained, trying to massage her sore ribs, unsuccessfully.
"We are expected to retire now, but before that we must say our goodbyes." He explained as he sipped his wine, his face showing no emotion, whatsoever.
Ginevra's face went pale, and if at that moment the old vipers were looking at her, they wouldn't have criticized her tanned skin. Now was the time for the intimacies of the bedroom. She had talked with Hermione about this, but she still felt there was more to sex than what she had heard, and Ginevra now feared what would come next.
As the guests began to rise from their seats, the tables magically disappeared and the Ballroom became ample once again, a few waitresses walking among the guests handing out glasses of champagne and other drinks.
"Ginevra, you look wonderful." Mrs. Potter smiled brightly, showing up by her side with her husband in tow, when Prince Draco joined a group of important looking people.
"Thank you, Hermione. I'm so tired I could sleep for two days straight…" she complained. "Draco has just told me we must retire and I'm happy. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'll be gone."
"Uh… Ginevra, I don't think you'll be doing that." Mrs. Potter replied carefully, her face turning beet red, while Mr. Potter just chuckled.
"We'll see about that!" Ginevra replied, completely sure of her ideas, but Mr. Potter just chuckled harder, his green eyes twinkling madly. "Mr. Potter, and what is so funny that makes you feel so amused in my presence?"
She was teasing him and the three of them knew it. She didn't know why, but Ginevra liked the handsome man that was Mrs. Potter's husband. They made such a nice young couple, and Hermione was such a wonderful woman, that Ginevra faced Mr. Potter as another friend.
"You remind me of another fiery tempered person I met, a few years ago." He replied, gazing lovingly at Mrs. Potter, his hand caressing her cheek.
Ginevra smiled warmly, wishing she could achieve that kind of relationship, one day. Leaving the passionate couple alone, she went to her family, who announced they would be leaving soon.
"Thank you for being here today. I'm truly sorry we couldn't spend more time together, but these people follow so many etiquette protocols that I'm not even allowed to be with you." She apologised, hugging each and every one of them.
"We understand, and we all hope you'll have a happy life with your husband… But, please, don't ever forget your family. We all love you, Ginny." Her mother said, a few tears escaping her eyes.
"I know, mum, I know…" she replied, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Ginevra." Her husband's voice called as his hand landed gently on her shoulder. "It's time to say our goodbyes."
"Of course." She whispered, saying one last goodbye to her family before her husband led her away, to join his parents.
"Mother, Father, we will retire now. Good evening." The Prince said, bowing slightly before his parents.
The King pulled his son to the side, to speak privately, while Ginevra stayed behind with the Queen.
"Make him deserve what he wants, don't give him everything in a silver platter." The Queen whispered quickly, gripping Ginevra's hands tightly in hers. "Make him realise you'll not break under his hands. It will hurt, but not for long, so, don't worry much and enjoy. Make him yours only, Ginevra!"
At that moment, the Prince appeared by their side and took a very confused and worried Ginevra to the front of the room where they said their goodbyes to the guests.
The newly married couple left the warm Ballroom and began to walk down the chillier hallways, Ginevra following her husband, without knowing where they were going. As they passed her bedroom, she prepared to enter, but he noticed her gesture and stopped abruptly.
"Your bedroom is not there anymore. From now on we'll have a new bedroom on the first floor." He said, holding her hand to lead her away, and she quietly followed, trying hard not to imagine what would be happening in the bedroom, that night. Was it true, what the Queen had said? It would… hurt?
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Hello my dearest readers, thank you so much for wishing me a Happy Birthday, I had never received so many well-wishes in such a wonderful way. I truly felt honoured.
My birthday party was wonderful and just one information: In Portugal you are allowed to drink alcohol from 16 years-old and up. I don't like alcohol that much, so, I party without it and still have lots of fun.
I'm home for 2 weeks, but I still have to work on school things, but don't worry, I'm still thinking about this fic and I'm proud of this last chapter.
I'VE ALREADY ORDERED MY HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE, and I can hardly wait until July! I'm so excited!!!
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