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The Wedding
I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I gazed at my reflection. My mother beside me stifled a sob and then threw her arms around me, careful not to mess me up.
"My baby girl's getting married!" she cried. "Just yesterday I was changing your nappies and tomorrow you'll be doing it for your own child! Not literally, of course." I smiled.
"I love you, mum. No matter what happens between Draco and I, no matter where we live or how many kids we have, I'll always be with you. I'll always love you," I whispered, giving my mum what I hoped was a loving look.
"Same goes for me, Reddie," my mum whispered, using my childhood nickname.
"I used to hate that name," I said, smoothing out the creases in my dress. I adjusted the top (it was strapless, and I just had to do that to make sure he pretended to get pissed off) and then pulled my veil over my face.
"Hey Gin," Hermione greeted, stepping into my room. "Everyone's out there." I nodded and smiled. My mother pulled back my veil and gave me a kiss atop the forehead, before leaving me with my friend of eight years.
"You look stunning," Hermione complimented.
"You don't look half bad yourself," I responded with a wink.
"You picked the dress! You WOULD think I look good," Hermione replied playfully.
"I know. But I love your hair." She had pulled two tresses from either side of her head and used a small clip to secure them at the back. Her thin-strapped lavender dress fit her perfectly (and many times she joked she saw Harry drooling like Fang). "I'm getting married, Hermione," I stated.
"You are?" she gasped in mock surprise. "I just thought you had a fetish for wedding gowns!"
"No, just let it sink in. I'm getting married. I'm getting married to Draco Malfoy: teenage ENEMY Draco Malfoy. The sweetest guy I could ever ask for." Hermione smiled.
"I'm glad we've all found men who love us unconditionally," she stated in a dreamy voice.
"And who carry our bags when we're shopping," I added with a laugh, adjusting my dress once more than grabbing my bouquet off of a nearby table.
"Correction, when YOU'RE shopping," Hermione chuckled. "We better get out there. Let's go." I nodded.
"I'll be right out. Go on without me." Hermione nodded and left the room. A few moments later, the door creaked open. "Hermione, I said-"
"Unless you're marrying Hermione, you should think before you speak," came the voice I grew to know oh-so-well.
"Draco, we're not supposed to see each other before the wedding!" I shrieked quietly.
"I know, but I had to see you before everyone else," he said. I turned around and came face-to-face with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Don't kiss me. You're going to ruin my make-up," I squealed.
He smirked. "Never even crossed my mind, I swear," he stated innocently, batting his eyelashes.
"Play nicely. We should save our energy until tonight…in Jamaica…" I trailed off, seductively running a finger down his chest.
"Oh yes," he responded, smirk growing wider. "Fun tonight. Hot Tub in the room…"
"Skinny-dipping in the pool…" I trailed off, winking suggestively.
"Ooh, wild one we have here."
I smirked, mirroring his own. "You bet your ass." I gave his rear a little pinch.
"Since when has my Ginny become such a sex-goddess?" he asked me.
"Ever since I met the sex-god of Slytherin," I purred. "Now get your butt out there. We have a wedding to star in!" He turned around and did a little jog out of my room. I checked myself in the mirror once more, before turning around and trotting (as well as I could in these damned heels) out the door.
Right before where the ceremony had been set up, my dad was waiting for me. "Draco's already out there," he said. "It's show time." I smiled to him and he linked his arm with mine. "I love you, Ginny."
"I love you too, dad," I replied, resting my head on his shoulder as we stood at the very end of the ceremony area. The music began playing, and I saw many faces in the crowd I recognized. Many from Draco's work, many from Hogwarts, and many of my numerous family members.
Slowly, my dad began walking. He nearly had to drag me along, because I was so paralyzed with happiness. He looked to me and smiled, and I beamed right back. As we neared the end of the walkway, he leaned over and whispered, "I love you very much."
"I love you too," I whispered back. He lifted my veil and gave me a kiss, and gave my hand to Draco. He smiled softly.
"Dearly beloved," Albus began. "We are gathered here today to witness to joining of two souls; one Mr. Draco Lucridaes Malfoy, and one Miss. Ginevra Molly Weasley." There was a sniffle in the crowd which I could only suspect was my mother. "If anyone has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Silence. Thank God none of Draco's previous little girlie's (*cough*PansyParkinson*cough*) showed up to ruin the best moment of my life.
"Ok, then. Draco, the rings?" Albus asked. Our ring bearer (Bill's little boy Jake) stepped forward and Draco picked the bands off of the pillow they had previously been on. He then handed them to Dumbledore. "Draco, place this ring on Ginny's finger and repeat "with this ring, I thee wed"."
Draco lightly took my left hand and placed the ring on my finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."
"Ginny, place this ring on Draco's finger and repeat "with this ring, I thee wed." I took his hand and placed the ring on his finger.
"With this ring, I thee wed."
We smiled to each other, barely hearing Dumbledore say, "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Another sniffle from my mum. "You may kiss the bride."
That part we most definitely heard. He flipped back my veil and pressed his lips to mine.
And there was cheering. There were calls and cheering and clapping and crying. And I myself, just felt like crying.
Because I knew, wherever life took us, we would always be together.
Forever.
Fin
A/N: That's it! The end! No more! Except for a sequel, somewhere in there. That will be coming out later in March, most likely. I love all my reviewers for making me feel so loved. Please leave a review, even if you didn't like the story.