A/N: I felt bad about the cliffie so here's the next chapter.

"Avada." Draco closed his eyes not able to bear what was about to happen, unable to do a thing about it.

"Kedavra." He heard the thud and his world spun.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

He lay there, unable to open his eyes to the reality of what had transpired, even as tears spilled through his tightly clenched lids. And then an unexpected voice came from beyond the darkness.

"No one kills my baby sister." Ron Weasley gritted out. Draco opened his eyes, expecting to see Ron getting ready to duel with his father but Ron was turning away, moving off to another fight. Draco found that he could move again. He pushed himself up to his elbows and almost fell back down at what he saw. Lucius Malfoy lay on the ground a foot or two away, his eyes open but unseeing.

"Oh I'm so sorry Draco." Draco closed his eyes at the sound of her voice, so sad and small and yet so alive. He turned to see her staring in horror at the prone form of his father.

"It wasn't you." He croaked, reaching for her and she fell into his arms.

"Your father…and he…and Ron…I'm so sorry." Draco shushed her with a finger to her lips.

"It wasn't you." He whispered. She peered at him strangely, tears still pouring down her face and Draco smiled. Then the smile faded. "I should feel something, right? I mean, he was my father and now he's dead." Ginny brushed the hair from his eyes.

"What do you feel?"

"Relief." He sighed, glancing at his father's body. "I'm an evil man."

"No Draco, don't even say that." Ginny said, grabbing his face between her hands and pulling him around to look at her. "Your father was the evil one. He got what he deserved. You were nothing more than a potential Death Eater to him. Why should you feel anything but relief?" He smiled at her then and took her face in his own hands, and then he kissed her firmly, even now not willing to believe that she was truly here, that she was truly his, lest she be taken from him again. He pulled away.

"I'm so glad you're not dead." She gave him a half-smile, her eyebrow raised.

"I'm glad you're not dead either." He looked deep into her eyes; those brown eyes that grew round when she was surprised or frightened; those eyes that sparkled when she was happy or excited; the ones that were darker than night when he was on his game. He smiled slightly. Ginny smiled back, her eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Draco?" She was gorgeous and she was sweet and intelligent and funny and she never let him get the best of her and she was so dangerously brave and loyal and she really needed him to keep her out of trouble.

"Draco?" Yes, that was it. She needed him. But, no, he needed her too; the way that he needed to breath or eat. He needed her to live.

"Dra…"

"Marry me Ginevra." His name died on her lips and for several moments she merely stared at him. Then, "What?"

"You heard me, marry me."

"But Draco…"

"I know it's only been a couple of weeks and I know we used to hate each other and I'm a Malfoy and you're a Weasley and all that rot but…"

"Yes."

"If you married me, then technically you'd be a Malfoy too and then really…"

"Yes!"

"We'd be ending the family feud and well, I need you and I think you need me and…"

"For heaven's sake Malfoy, yes!"

"What?"

"I said yes! You need me and I need you and all that rot." She stared into his yes and her own were sparkling again, the way he loved them and he found that he couldn't move or speak or even breath properly. Then she leaned in and whispered against his lips. "Of course I'll marry you Draco Malfoy." And then they were kissing again and Draco lost track of where they were and the battle going on around them and held her tighter. Then all too soon she was pulling away and giggling. He frowned at her.

"You know our ancestors are rotating in their graves right now." She giggled.

"Speak for your own ancestors, Weasley. I assure you that mine are not rotating in their graves." He raised his head in indignation. "Malfoys are buried in crypts." And then they were both laughing and he pulled her close and kissed her until they were roused by Ron who told them that the battle was over and they'd better get up unless they wanted to be rounded up with the rest of the Death Eaters and shipped off to Azkaban.

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

A/N: A pretty short chapter but at least I haven't left you hanging. The next and final chapter is coming up soon! Don't forget to review!