Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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The guests slowly poured into the Weasley's garden, gossiping with some of the family members as they made their way to their seats. Watching from the window, Ginny wondered how all the people was going to fit in the garden but then remembered that her father had probably magically enlarged it.
She looked away from the scene outside and tried to contain her tears. If she ruined her makeup again, Fleur wasn't going to fix it for her. Instead, she put on the satin gloves that sat on the vanity table and smoothed out any visible wrinkles from her dress.
It wasn't long before there was another knock on the door and Hermione stuck her head in. "We're ready," she said.
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A house elf appeared with a crack in front of Draco who'd been starring mindlessly at the wall. "Master's lunch is ready," it said with a low bow.
"I'm not hungry."
The elf looked worried as its saucer eyes widened a bit. "Master Draco is not eating anything since day before yesterday."
He growled impatiently at motioned to the door. Wringing its hands together, the elf snapped its fingers and a small velvet box appeared. "I is find in Master Draco's robes." Setting the box gently down on the night table, the elf bowed once again and left with another crack.
Draco reached for the box and snapped it open. The diamond ring, set with two emeralds on either side, sat inside and stood out beautifully from the red velvet. The ring had once belonged to his grandmother, Druella Black nee Rosier, and had been passed down to his mother when she'd gotten married. Now it spent its days in a box, waiting for someone else to come claim it
Looking at it, he could envision Ginny wearing it on her left hand. Fury bubbled in the pit of his stomach as he hurled the box as against the wall as hard as he could. She was never going to wear that ring, she was going to wear Potter's ring.
"Tsk, tsk. Such temper."
"It really is none of your business," Draco said through gritted teeth.
The portrait of a young man with gleaming brown hair hung above the extinguished fireplace, even in the dim light, his features played amusement on them. "Is that any way to speak to your ancestor?"
Draco glared at the painting, wishing he could have it removed. Unfortunately, there was a permanent sticking charm on the back of it.
"Who is this Ginny girl?"
"No one."
"You murmur her name in your sleep."
"I do not," he denied.
"You do. She's obviously someone you care about." When Draco didn't answer, the painting continued talking. "If you love her, don't let her go because once you do, you'll regret forever."
"She's getting married."
"Then all the more reason to go get her. You're going to regret it someday boy, if you don't go."
"Don't you have someone else to go badger instead?"
"You're much more fun, but if you insist…" He left the portrait and Draco was left starring at an empty canvas.
"TIBBY!" summoned Draco who'd dashed over to retrieve the fallen ring box.
The house elf appeared, "yes Master Draco?"
"What time is it?"
"Almost two, Master."
"Shit," he swore under his breath. Draco dashed out of the room and down to the front hall, the velvet box clutched tightly in his right hand. In his sudden haste, he passed a painting of a young man without noticing him. The front door slammed shut and apparated away.
"What did you say to him Alastair?"
He turned to see Narcissa walking into his picture. "What he needed to hear." He brushed a piece of brown hair that'd fallen into his face.
"He's a good kid," she said softly
"Of course, he's my great grandson. A Malfoy."
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A slow wedding march started as Ginny tucked her arm into the crook of her father's arm. They gradually walked up the aisle to where Harry and Ron stood, glowing with pride. All the guests turned to watch her as she made her way with the bride's maids behind her.
Finally, she stood in front of Harry as Arthur gave her hand to him. She didn't miss his quiet whisper, "take care of my baby girl."
"I will, sir."
"Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here to witness…" began the minister.
Ginny barely heard what he was saying, her mind was far away.
"…promise to have each other in sickness and in health…"
Where was Draco right now? What was he doing? A million questions rushed into her mind, making it difficult to think clearly.
"… and if there is any reason why this couple should not be united, please speak now or forever hold your peace."
It was all quiet until a voice unexpectedly spoke up. "I have one,"
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A/N: Another fast update. Aren't you all happy with me? –Looks very pleased-
Tina made a d/g slideshow yesterday, I think it's great, please check it out and any comments are greatly appreciated. Just take out the spaces to the link
www. youtube. com/watch?vYxTSoskv0WM
Thanks to all you reviewers!! And to hp-lexicon and Google for all my research.
Tomsgirl2005- Do you know how much easier it would be just to have you assassinate Harry Potter? Although, a knife in the back is sure to make him bleed all over the place and we'll need to find someone to clean it all up because I'm not doing it. Sure, they'd all be sad but at least Draco'll be happy, after all we're all rooting for Draco ;) harrypotterchick4ever- Teehee, I love leaving people in suspense
I totally updated last night, went to go eat something and came back a viola there was your review waiting for me. Hope this is a satisfactory xmas gift.