Hey everybody! Here's Lily! anyway, here is a little songfic about Harry/Ginny and Draco/Ginny. I do not own harry potter or the Dixie Chicks song "Favorite Year".
I'm walking down the aisle. Today I will become Ginny Malfoy. The one name I was sure I would never have. But, it seems right, to me. In a strange way, to be sure. I have this…satisfaction, the way I feel when I've sent the Bat-Bogey Hex on someone who made me angry. But as I reach the altar, I inexplicably think of Harry. Harry Potter, the boy who broke my heart. The year we had together was my favorite. I still don't see why it didn't work. We were young and so inspired. We were the only ones who thought we'd change the world. No sun could set without us. No one we knew could ever doubt us. We had our future figured out. We knew a love like ours would always save the day. That we'd always be okay.
But would he even know me now? Would he hold me in his arms? Tell me the all the things I want to hear? It was my favorite year. The year we were together.
He looked at me like no one else did. But sometimes love just doesn't seem to conquer all. I searched for someone else, and found Draco. Sometimes things can't stay the same.
I don't think he'd know me now. He'd never hold me again. Never would tell me anything I want to hear. It can never again be my favorite year.
I'm holding on to the memories of when they were younger. I can't forget it. Because when we were together, that's when I was at my best.
Could I change this? Could I make it to he'd know me, so I'd be the Ginny he loved once? Could I fix it? Could I go back to when he told me everything I want to hear? Could I go back to my favorite year?
The minister's voice broke my thoughts.
"Do you, Ginerva Weasley, take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and through health, so long as you both shall live?"
I look at Draco, and he smiles at me. He definitely likes me, and maybe someday he will love me. He'd be a good husband, but…
"I can't," I whisper to Draco, "I'm sorry."
I turn to the minister before I can see Draco's face.
"No, I don't. I'm sorry to everyone here, but I just can't."
I don't want to look at him. But I catch a glimpse of Draco's face as I turn. He looks heartbroken.
I turn and run from the church.
The End?
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