A/N: Hello lovelies! Here is my first fic after being away for quite some time from the fanfiction world. Please read and review, more chapters soon to come.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Sadly.
Ginevra Weasley stood with her back to the wind, the streetlights around her reflecting in her eyes. Those warm, spicy brown eyes he had loved so much. She leaned into his unyielding body, tracing one finger softly on his cheekbone. "Forever," whispered Draco into the London night and to the woman he loved.
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"And so, after all our adventures as the 'Golden Trio', I can't believe this day has finally come. For all her brains, Hermione wasn't smart enough to say no!" Laughter followed Harry's corny joke, and Ginny laughed along while idly tracing her finger around her champagne glass, waiting for Harry to wrap up his toast. She didn't notice his slight, barely perceptible falter.
"To Ron and Hermione, my best mates, and your happiness together for the years to come." Harry raised his glass and everyone followed suit. Ginny gave Harry a quick kiss as he sat down.
"That was great, Harry," she said fondly while wiping her lipstick off his face.
"Thanks, Gin," said Harry. "Excuse me for a sec, I have to go talk to someone. Why don't you dance with your brothers or something?"
Harry got up and started to walk quickly out of the tent and into the garden. During his toast, he caught sight of Demelza Robins, his old Quidditch teammate, and wanted to say hi. Harry followed her retreating figure speeding away from the festivities and into the inner part of the garden. Secluded by fairies and rose bushes, Demelza sank down and began softly crying. "It's not fair," she whispered to herself. "It's just not fair. She treated him so badly, why should Ginny be happy with Harry and I find that this kind of pain still hurts after all these years…"
Harry caught up with her a moment later and arrived in time to glimpse her black curls bobbing up and down while she sobbed. Taken aback, Harry said bewilderedly "Demelza…?" Demelza sprang to her feet and quickly wiped her tears before turning around. Her face registered complete shock as she cried, "Harry!"
Three weeks later, Demelza again cried out "Harry!". Only this time, it was in ecstasy instead of pain, and in Harry's bed instead of the Weasley's garden.
