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Probably.

An infuriated Draco Malfoy stood with his arms crossed staring down at the Italian man, who lay on the floor, writhing in pain, his arms holding his head. Draco rolled his eyes at the drama queen. "I did not hit you that hard."

The moving stopped and Blaise rolled over so he was face up and staring at his supposed 'best friend' "LIES!" his voice was little more than a sarcastic growl. Draco rolled his eyes once again and glanced down at his watch. "Will you get up, I have a wedding to destroy and a girl to claim as mine, in about half an hour? Why were you so late anyway?"

"Ah Draco," Blaise stood up and brushed himself off "a gentleman never tells."

"And you started being a gentleman when?"

"Your right, I'll tell you on the way." the dark haired, deep purpled eyed man winked at Draco. "In fact it would seem you don't need to hear about my adventures to keep you entertained on the cold, lonely winter nights. Now I'm no expert but I would say its pretty impossible to give yourself a love bite on the side of your neck." His smirk was so wide it was practically falling off his face. Draco's hand flew up to the side of his neck. "Seriously Draco, didn't you see it when you were getting dressed. Ah wait of course you didn't, that Weasley girl your obsessed ,with smashed them all up when she accused you of being vain. I don't get why you like her so much. You two are complete opposites."

"Exactly, polar opposites."

"What?"

"Polar Opposite? North and South? On a magnet? Polar opposites attracted only to get other because they are different." Draco stated, slowly and if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.

Blaise gave a look of confusion , before continuing " Right. So if, last night, you had sex, how come we are going to crash Potter's wedding and run off with his bride?" Blaise's smirk ,if it was possible, grew even wider, his eyes twinkled as he put the pieces together and came up with the right conclusion. "Who would have thought it, Ginny Weasley, cheating on the Boy-who-lived-to-conquer-the-Dark -Lord with her family's greatest enemy's son? Well, she is a bit of a dark horse isn't she?"

"Blaise I have no time for this are you going to help me or not? Because if your not go."

"I'll help, Where's this church then?"

"Godric's's Hollow apparently."

"And Godric's's Hollow is, where?" Blaise eyes narrowed questioning the blonde man in front of him.

"I was kind of hoping you would know where that was."

"I see. We may have a problem then."

"Yeah." Draco moved so he was leaning against the wall, he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. He breathed out. "So we are screwed then. Ginevra will get married to Potter, live happy ever after and I will sit here in this rotten house, remising about the one night I had her and full of regret that I didn't stop her getting married." he let himself fall to the floor. Blaise moved to sit down next to his friend.

"Apparition?"

"Already tried. Potter had the place secured." Draco's head fell into his hands

"That leaves only one more option."

"I know self-pity. I'll go get the fire whiskey." Draco made to stand up. Blaise grabbed his arm, his eyes twinkling.

"Knight-bus."

Draco looked down at the Italian man like he was crazy. "No, Do you not remember last time we caught that bus?"

"Of course, I do. That was possibly the funniest day of my life. But here's how I see it. You have two choices you can either sit here get pissed and regret it for the rest of your life or you can get your arse up and go claim the girl you love as your own. What you going to do?"

"Like I said I'll go get the fire whiskey." Draco got up and walked over to the door but Blaise's next comment made him freeze.

"Hey, Draco how many times have you had sex in the past six months?"

Draco took a sharp intake of breath, before saying. "I'll go get my coat." He couldn't see it but Blaise's smirk had returned and was even wider than before. "I knew he would see it my way eventually."


Ginny Weasley sat in front of the mirror, just staring at her reflection. The more she looked the more she realised she really didn't what to be here. Her eyes settled on the bite mark in the place he shoulder met her neck. She let her self smile as she remembered the circumstance causing it to appear there. Before pushing it back into her memory. Into the same place she reserved her deepest darkest secrets, because no one could know she was in love. Well, they all knew she was in love, what they didn't know was it was with the wrong guy, not the guy she was expected to marry in little over ten minutes. She honestly thought Draco would come. Slowly, she picked up her wand, tapping it on her bruised mark of possessiveness and watched it disappear. she picked up her veil and arranged it over her face at least it slightly hid the mascara tears running down her face.


Draco sat on the Knight bus grabbing the metal handrail very tightly, causing his knuckles to go white. He kept his eyes firmly locked on the front, his face rid of all colour. Blaise turned to his friend and asked "Why do you call her Ginevra, when everyone else calls her Ginny?"

Draco spoke clearly and simply. "Because Potter thinks her name is Virginia."

"Oh."

Arthur Weasley knocked lightly on the door to his daughter's room. "Hey Sweetheart, are you ready?"

"Coming, Daddy." Ginny exited the room and smiled briefly at her father. He returned the gesture. "You look beautiful Gin."

"Thanks Dad but can we go now. I just want to get this over with." Arthur mistook Ginny's word as those of anticipation, instead of regret and indecisiveness as she had meant them.

"Of course." Her offered her his arm and led her down the stairs to the ball room.


"We are not going to make it Blaise."

"We will. I promise."

"Is this going to be like your promise that I would be able to walk on the ceiling without magic?"

"Maybe."


Ginny walked slowly down the isle, avoiding Harry's eyes she couldn't look at him. She knew if she did she would have to run away if she did. She reached the alter and offered Harry a small smile, still not meeting his eyes. The minister started talking. "If any one has any objections to this marriage speak now or forever hold your peace." She risked a glance at the doors to the church. In all the movies, the hero would burst in now and proclaim his undying love. The doors didn't move. A little piece of Ginny died when the minister started talking again. "Excellent now. Do you Harry James Potter…"


A/N: Reviews please. I'm not finshed yet!! Reviews help the creative process however:)