A/N Well my lovlies, this is it! The end! This story is finitoed! It has taken me so long to write it that I feel almost a little lost without it! Well anyway, this is the epilogue and I really, really hope you enjoy it and I hope you enjoyed the story. It was honestly never going to be this long – maybe a few chapters or so – but it just kept on flowing and you guys kept me writing. So thank you so much for all the reviews you gave me and for even simply reading it, you kept me going and I couldn't have done it without you!

On a different note, the really cheesy answer that Draco gives Ginny towards the very end comes from the end of a film that my little niece was watching but I used it as it just seemed to fit. I cannot for the life of me remember the film, but I just want to say that neither this film nor the wonderful world of Harry Potter (I wish though!) belong to me in any way.

Anyway, on with the story – enjoy!

The great lake glistened throwing pools of light out in all directions where the sun hit it. The tiny gazebo next to it with charmed roses winding and weaving their way intricately up the cherry wood posts stood out against the bleak landscape of dying grass and evergreens.

Ginny approached the lake very carefully, gingerly stepping over the three large stones sticking out of the sandy beach. She sighed deeply and a feeling of pleasure and satisfaction rose inside her. It had been a reasonably warm winter and, of course, he hadn't allowed her to go skating until he was certain that the ice was thick enough!

She moved over and sat down on the cherry wood bench that had been placed on the beach specifically for her use, before drawing the worn pair of Italian, white leather, custom made ice skates beginning to put them on. He had given her a new pair of course, a pair that fit better, looked better and probably even skated better but she had never worn them. These held memories and love and joy and she wouldn't trade them for all the new skates in the world.

He soon arrived, gliding down the frosty grass and stepping onto the beach before sitting down beside her and tying his skates on. They stood up together and he reached over to take her hand.

"Careful."

She smiled back at him. "I'm not an invalid!"

He stroked her long soft fingers in his glove caked hand and when he moved her hand she could see the light bouncing off the diamond in her wedding ring and shining light along the surface of the ice.

"You should be wearing gloves," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

"Are you trying to distract me?" she giggled back.

Her blade covers crunched against the sand as she walked towards the lake and stood, staring out at the beautiful view. She turned around to see her blond husband watching her, Malfoy Manor silhouetted against the sky behind him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled.

She pulled the covers off her blades and stepped with one foot onto the ice. As soon as her other boot made contact with the hard surface she was gliding along, the wind streaming through her hair and her scarf flapping against her coat.

He saw her face light up with the pleasure of being on the ice once again and any worries that he had for her safety vanished as he watched her thick red curls billow out behind her as she flew across the ice. She crossed around in a circle before switching round and skating backwards towards the centre of the enormous lake that lay in front of their magnificent house – probably one of the only reasons why she agreed to live in the large house after their wedding! She had always wanted a smaller cottage…

He walked across the sand before pulling his skate covers off and gliding after her. His once faltering and nervous movements upon the ice had been replaced with confident strokes and he easily caught up with her as she stopped in the centre of the lake.

"I hate not jumping," she sighed.

"I know Gin, I know, but I just don't want you to fall."

He moved up behind her and his hands slid down to her waist and then over the imperceptible bump under the coat.

"But when this little guy arrives will all go skating and –"

"He'll jump and you'll jump and I'll jump…" she interrupted.

"And he'll be our little champion skater in no time!" he finished for her.

She laughed out loud and turned round to face him. "Drake…" she stopped and leaned forwards, tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he leaned over and leant his head against her, taking in a deep breath.

"Yes."

"When we first met, all those years ago, on the lake.." she trailed off.

He smiled and dropped a kiss on her head. "And I watched you and you taught me to skate?"

She nodded and smiled up at him. "And then later, when you kissed me… How did you know? Why me?" she stopped and thought for a moment. "I guess what I mean is, why did you come down, why did you see me for what I was when no-one else had before?"

He laughed out loud and took her hands in his. "I don't know baby, I don't know."

He thought back to all they had been through together. To the time she had told him she loved her, to the time she had denied her parents and brother's for the first time at the leavers ball and to all the events that had happened after that.

To the first date they had gone on in public and then to the newspaper articles published the next day. He remembered her face as she had navigated her way through the sea of reporters to get to his door before throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears, muttering into his chest that "all she wanted was to be with the man that she loved and why couldn't stupid gossip loving freaks see that?"

He remembered laughing at the faces of her family when she had dragged him over for their first family dinner and he recalled the look on Ron's face when she kissed him firmly on the lips in front of him, all the time dragging his hands to their usual resting spot upon her bottom.

He fondly brought to mind the first dinner they had been to together with his mother and he smiled when he though of his mother's face dropping for the first and probably the last time in her life as poor little Ginny Weasley joined in their conversation on top quality society furniture and contributed comments that astounded even him!

His heart beat faster when he considered the first time they slept together, their sweaty bodies entwining under the starry night sky on a thin blanket on a beach in South France in June as he pushed into her for their first time – and her first time ever.

And he would always remember the look in her eyes as they sat together through the weddings of Charlie to Katie, Percy to Penelope, Fred to Angelina, George to Alicia, Ron to Hermione and Harry to Luna, a look so that so clearly said "you are all that I want".

He tried not to remember the nerves he had felt before asking her father for his only daughter's hand in marriage but he did allow himself to think about the calm and relief he had felt afterwards being embraced by his future mother and father-in-law

He grinned at the image of her shining face when, once again upon that starry beach in Southern France this time in the cooler heat of August when he finally asked her to marry him, slipping a gold ring onto her finger and holding her as close as she could physically get to him, watching the stars until morning.

He had comforted her after her brothers had exploded at the thought of the two of them engaged and had comforted her again when she had seen the scathing comments about the two of them in 'Witch Weekly' the next week.

His heart rested at the picture of her on their wedding day, looking as fresh and as beautiful as she had the day he met her. He saw her in his mind gliding towards him down the aisle her slim shoulders quivering slightly in her sleeveless white dress, her hands firmly grasping her bouquet of white and purple orchids, her shining red curls cascading down her back to her waist and her face alight with pleasure.

And then he saw his mother at the front, tears pouring down her cheeks, pride shining out of her eyes as she sat next to Molly Weasley and handed her a handkerchief.

And then her remembered the day she had told him she was pregnant and she had handed him, over the coffee table as they sat drinking their peppermint tea, a tiny pair of ice skates which she had wrapped up in paper with a bow. And her face had been alight with delight, only her eyes showing nerves in anticipating his reaction. And she had giggled and laughed, her hair swirling through the air when he lifted her up and danced around the room with her almost screaming with joy.

And he had held her little hand so tightly as her pale face begged him to let them run away and not have to tell her family and his mother about the baby as their audience stared up at them from their seats on the sofas in the Burrow living room. But he had encouraged her and she had told them and with some encouragement from their ecstatic mother and father and even his ecstatic mother her brothers had even been pleased for them.

Next came the appointment when they had found out the sex of the baby. She lay on the medi-Witch's table, her shirt lifted up so that the witch could access her rounded abdomen. And she smiled at him, such a radiant smile that he knew nothing would ever come in between him and this amazing women. And the medi-witch had cast the spell, her wand hovering over Ginny's beautiful baby bump until gold had come streaming out of the tip, illuminating her entire stomach until it turned an amazing, azure blue. The next thing her knew his wife was laughing for joy and he was laughing for joy, one hand gently stroking his son the other holding her hand.

And then, once again came the telling of their parents – this time slightly more joyously! Before he knew it his mother was crying, her mother was crying and before long they were arguing over names, primary schools vs. tutors, birthday's, living arrangements, hair colour, eye colour, height, weight and even more worryingly, Hogwarts houses!

He looked back at his stunning, talented, funny wife as she skated across the lake, hands lifted towards the sky. He had so many wondrous, memorable moments with her and he couldn't believe how much he loved her. She wasn't perfect – far from it, but it was her imperfections that he loved most, the fact that she was different. And how well he knew her and loved her.

He loved the way that she would eat everything with peanut butter, would read books in the bath and had even been known to do so in the shower! How she would turn her pillows over every night to get to the cold side and would play the piano every night before bed. He could tell she was nervous by the way she fiddled with her earrings, taking them out and putting them back in again before turning them around and around. And he loved the way she thought, rubbing her nose slowly and methodically. It made him groan the way she was always careful with money even though he had enough in his vaults to last them for several lifetimes or the way she insisted on trying on every item of clothing or jewellery before buying it! And he loved her despite the fact that she would drag him to a family lunch at the Burrow every week or the way she would make their bed every morning even though he insisted that the house elves could do it!

But most of all he loved her because she could see him for what he truly was. Not the snobbish, selfish, cold rich brat that everyone else saw, but the real live human being that he was underneath and he knew that was one of the reasons she loved him too – he was able to see her when no-one else could.

He looked up again to see Ginny skating backwards towards him.

"Gin!" he called out to her.

She slowed down and made her way over.

"Gin-gin, I know why I saw you for what you were when no-one else had before…" he smiled at her.

She edged closer and picked up his hands in hers. "Why?"

"Because you let people see you when you skate. Not the you that your parents and brothers see and not even the you that your friends see, but the you that's deep inside," he lifted his hand to her heart as she drew her eyes up to meet his gaze. "The you that you want everyone else to see and know."

She pushed herself up onto her toe picks to brush her lips gently over his. "Perfect answer."

He smiled at her before drawing her close to him again. "I love you Ginny."

She pushed her head into his chest. "I love you too Draco," came the muffled reply.

And they stayed like that for a while, just the two of them, brought together by the ice.