A/N: This is a story that had been circling in my head for a long time and it wants to get out. I've tried writing it out once but it didn't take off. I hope that this will turn out ok.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry potter characters. It belongs to J.K Rowling and her publishers and Warner Bros. Anything you recognize from the books or movies belong to them.

A simple gold band

Chapter 1

Ginny smiled at Draco as they stood in front of Dumbledore, exchanging their vows. The wedding was just a simple ceremony that was attended by her mother, Ron and Blaise Zabini, who was Draco's best man. Her family was hesitant to accept that she was marrying a Malfoy but once they saw how much he loved her, they welcomed him. Draco as well as majority of the Slytherins had joined Dumbledore to fight against Voldermort as they didn't believe in his campaign.

Ginny looked radiant in simple white sundress that fell to her knees. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and a white flower was tucked behind her ear. In front of her, Draco, who was dressed in his finest uniform, look tired but was grinning happily as he placed a simple gold band onto her finger. Passing the bouquet of white roses that she was holding to her mother, Ginny slipped a matching wedding band onto Draco's finger. She lifted her face up and kissed her husband as Dumbledore introduced them for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

The sound of a file falling to the floor woke Ginny up from her dream. Sitting up straight in the lounge chair in the staff lounge of St. Mungo's, Ginny rubbed her face with her hands as she gathered her thoughts. It was the third time that week that she dreamt about her wedding. She went over to the wash basin and washed her face to wake her up. She had come into the lounge to rest for a while as she had been standing the whole day, since she started her shift as the on-duty medi-witch.

After wiping her face with a towel, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat back down, thinking about Draco. She had last seen him three months ago when he, Harry and Ron went to the Ministry HQ for a briefing. The last letter she had received from him was dated a month ago where he mentioned that something big was going down sometime soon. Every night before she slept, she prayed that he would come back safely to her and to their unborn childe that was growing in her. Placing one hand on her still-flat tummy, Ginny grasped the other around her wedding band that she wore on a chain around her neck, she sent out a silent prayer to the Gods for Draco's safe return.

Just as she finished her prayer, an emergency call for all medic-personnel rang out. She tucked the ring safely under her robes and sprinted to the ER along with the rest of her colleagues. When she got there, the room had filled with injured soldiers and more were port keying in every few minutes. She quickly helped the nearest injured soldiers, thoughts about Draco forgotten for a moment.

Patient after patient, Ginny worked non-stop, like an automated robot. Her clean gown was covered with of blood from the previous patient who had a severed arm that was slowly bleeding him to death. Her heart clenched when she saw that her next patient was Ron. His face was covered in blood from his scalp wound and his left arm was broken. She gingerly cleaned the wound and wiped away the blood from his face, trying hard to concentrate and not think about Ron as her brother but as a patient. After cleaning up the wound, healing his broken arm and making sure that he didn't have any other injuries, external or internal; she smiled at her brother and kissed both his cheeks as she fought against tears. As the tears spilled down, Ron wiped away her tears and cupped her face in his hands.

"Hey Ginny-love, why are you crying? I'm still here. I'm not dead yet," he said softly.

"But you could be. I'm so worried about you. About Harry, the Twins. Everybody. I've seen so many people lose their loved ones and I don't want to be them," she said, sobbing into his shoulder.

"About Draco?" he asked, stroking her hair gently.

"Especially about him! I don't know where he is, I don't know how he is! All I want is for him to come back to me. To us," she cried, resting a hand on her tummy.

"Ginny-love, I can't tell you his position now or how's he doing but I know that he will return to you safely. Don't worry."

"I hope you're right Ron. I don't want my baby to grow up without a father."

"You're baby will have a father Ginny, as well as many, many uncles to dote on him. Or her," he said softly as he hugged her close.

"I just miss him so much Ron and I worry about him."

"He's fine Ginny. He will come back to you. Just don't give up hope."

"I won't Ron. Thanks for listening. I love you big brother."

"I love you too little sister."

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Over the next few hours, Ginny save some patients and lost others. She'll mourn the loss of the Creevey brothers, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and the Patil twins in her own time as she still had to do her rounds. Just as she finished her rounds, another alarm went of and she went running back into the ER. Just like before, patients were coming in, in varying degrees of injuries. She felt her heart drop to her feet when she saw Blaise with the injured soldiers. Blaise, Harry and Draco were in the same unit. If Blaise was here injured, where were Harry and Draco?

She pushed all the bad scenarios out of her head as she systematically started to treat the wounded. Her clean hospital gown was soon messy and drenched with blood from her patients. Gregory Goyle had severed his left arm during the battle and the wound was slowly bleeding him to death. Ginny tried her best but it was too late.

Covering the sheet over Goyle's still body, Ginny moved on to the next patient, who happened to be Blaise Zabini. Blood from the cut above his left eye, covered his face and there was a gash from this left shoulder to his chest that was still bleeding sluggishly.

"Hi Ginny! It's good to see you. I would hug you but I'm in too much pain and I'm covered I blood," he said softly, giving her a lopsided grin.

"Shut up Blaise. Let me look at that wound," she said.

Ginny gingerly took off the bloody uniform and apologized softly when she heard Blaise hiss with pain. She cleaned the wound and put a stitching charm over it to seal the wound. Once she made sure that he was all right, Ginny helped him lie down and gave him a pain relief potion so that he could rest. As she was about to leave, Blaise grabbed her hand and told her to bring him his uniform. From the breast pocket, he pulled out a brown envelope and gave it to her. It had her name on the front and she immediately recognized the writing. She looked back at Blaise who was trying to fight the effects of the potion, with tears brimming in her eyes.

"He told me to give it to you before I took the portkey here," he managed to mumble out before falling asleep.

"Thanks Blaise," she whispered and kissed his forehead gently. Holding the envelope with shaking hands, she quickly went back to the staff lounge so that she could open it in private.