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Introduction

Today she was happy, and she deserved it. Her life had been difficult and full pain, too full of violence for her meager 22 years. And because of this, Ginny Weasley decided that she would not spare a penny for her wedding day. It was going to be lavish, elegant, romantic – everything she had dreamed of since she was a little girl.

Her hair, a dark, fiery red, was cascading down her slim back in perfect ringlets. Part of it was held up with a sapphire clip (her something blue), in a complicated looking formation. Her warm brown eyes were lit up with soft gold shimmer shadow, brown eyeliner, and mascara. A bit of blush rosied up her flawless, lightly tanned complexion, and her lips were painted into a perfect, glossy pink pout.

Definitely her favorite part of the wedding (aside from marrying the man she adored, the man that was her other half) was her gown. It was strapless, with a sweetheart neckline, in slightly off-white colors. The corset top gave away to a magnificent ballroom skirt, complete with lace and beading and a long train. Around Ginny's delicate neck lay a heavy, beautiful necklace, white-gold and goblin made with pear shaped diamonds sticking out from the original brilliant-diamond-encrusted chain. Diamonds glittered from her wrist, too, in the shape of a diamond chain. Her ears dazzled with a pair of diamond drop earrings, completing the tradition of the family she was marrying into. The bride is to be covered with diamonds she remembered her future mother-in-law saying.

Ginny slid her feet into her light gold, satin heels that had been enchanted to be comfortable and sturdy so she wouldn't fall as she walked down the isle in between her three-hundred guests, and once again smiled. As corny as it sounded in her head, she truly felt like a princess on her wedding day.

"Ginerva! A sight to see, truly." Narcissa Malfoy, who had been a surprising supporter of the relationship since its early days, knocked softly on the door and then stepped in. "Your father is here, are you ready?"

"Of course I am." Ginny turned towards the door and smiled at her now completely bald father as he slunk into the room.

"How's my baby girl? Ready to be made a proper woman?" he asked, a touch of sadness in his voice. Ginny was his only daughter, and this was the last day that she would be his baby. "you look beautiful." He added, looking her up and down. "I don't think there's ever been a bride as beautiful."

"Ginny! You're getting married!" Hermione joined them. Her pregnant form looked stunning in an off-the-shoulder violet gown, and she was already holding back tears.

The wedding was taking place in the lovely gardens of the Malfoy Manor, which were in full spring bloom. 300 white chairs, each decorated with two red roses, sat on the green lawn, facing the intricate alter which had also been decorated with red roses. A gold carpet covered the aisle, shimmery and brightly reflecting the sun.

Beautiful little Victoire Weasley, with a crown of flowers in her shoulder-length silvery hair, did a twirl in her pink dress and then took her basket of flowers in her hands. The wedding party walked outside, and everyone took their places.

The guests stood as Ginny began her walk down the isle. At the end of the gold carpet stood her lover, her savior, the one she knew she would be with for the rest of her life. And as she looked at him, his blonde hair blowing slightly in the wind and a true smile on his pale face, she couldn't help but remember how they got to this day…

A/N: I hope you liked it! This is my first attempt at a Ginny/Draco story. The actual story starts in the next chapter, and don't worry, the rest of the chapters will be a lot longer.