As the last Weasley baby, I was unimportant in my family. I am unimportant
to society now, at 27 years old. My brother, Bill married Fleur Delacour
and Charlie's a world-famous dragon researcher. Percy's Minister for Magic,
Fred and George are billionaires and Ron married Hermione Granger and is
the second most important Auror in the world. (Hermione's the first). And
there's me, Ginny Margaret Weasley, hardly anyone important. If Harry
wasn't in Spain with Sirius, then I could re-marry to him. If Hermione
didn't have the most important job in the world, then I could have it. And
if my husband weren't dead, then it would be all right.
~ Flashback ~
"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"And do you, Virginia Margaret Weasley, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do!" I was so excited. Draco was finally become 'My Draco'. My Draco sounded ever so lovely coming off my tongue.
"You may now kiss the bride," the minister told Draco. Draco stepped toward me, and opened his mouth slightly. I did the same, and we kissed, everything clicking into place. We kissed for what seemed like forever into eternity. That single kiss possessed eternal bliss. This love could last forever, no matter what happened.
~ End Flashback ~
All I have left of him are memoirs. Our wedding photo. A lock of pale hair. His dressing gown. A photo of our first anniversary, only months before he died.
~ Flashback ~
"Good morning, Virginie," Draco whispered. He never called me Ginny. When he was in a French mood, he called me Virginie. When he was in a good mood, he called me Virginianna. When he was in a bad mood, he called me 'Ginia. But usually Virginia. Never Ginny, however.
"Morning, my Draco." He kissed my forehead and handed me a cup of coffee. I took it, laughing at the cup. It read 'Ding-dong, Voldemort's dead, Voldemort's dead, Voldemort's dead! Ding-dong, Voldemort's dead, let's have a PARTY!'' it turned out that Draco was on the good side, too.
"Bye, Virginianna!" he called, stepping out the door. That was the last time I saw him. Ever.
~ End Flashback ~
I didn't go to the funeral. I was in St. Mungo's because I went mad as soon as I heard about his death. I screamed. I yelled. I took my sister-in-law and punched her. And then I just broke down. I was crying and screaming so hard that I threw up. I just couldn't stop crying. We'd only been married 18 months. I needed him. Hermione put a curse on me that knocked me out and took me to St. Mungo's. I woke up there, screaming for Draco.
Flashback
"DRACO!" A nurse rushed to my side.
"He's dead, honey," she said sadly.
"NO! GIVE ME MY DRACO! DRACO! Draco…" she shoved a potion down my throat. It put me straight to sleep.
End Flashback
My mother came to see me a week after Draco died. I was still in shock, refusing to talk to anyone. It turned out that I had been pregnant, but I miscarried. My husband was gone. My baby was gone. My life was gone. I tried to kill myself. Twice.
But now, I want to thank Percy's family.
The first time I tried suicide, my nephew, Markus, found me. He got his mother to save me. So I want to thank Markus and Penny. The second time, Percy caught me just in time. So I want to thank Percy. But mostly, I want to thank my Draco-angel for always watching over me.
El Fini
AN: So concludes my D/G story. I like it a lot, tell me what you think
~ Flashback ~
"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
"And do you, Virginia Margaret Weasley, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do!" I was so excited. Draco was finally become 'My Draco'. My Draco sounded ever so lovely coming off my tongue.
"You may now kiss the bride," the minister told Draco. Draco stepped toward me, and opened his mouth slightly. I did the same, and we kissed, everything clicking into place. We kissed for what seemed like forever into eternity. That single kiss possessed eternal bliss. This love could last forever, no matter what happened.
~ End Flashback ~
All I have left of him are memoirs. Our wedding photo. A lock of pale hair. His dressing gown. A photo of our first anniversary, only months before he died.
~ Flashback ~
"Good morning, Virginie," Draco whispered. He never called me Ginny. When he was in a French mood, he called me Virginie. When he was in a good mood, he called me Virginianna. When he was in a bad mood, he called me 'Ginia. But usually Virginia. Never Ginny, however.
"Morning, my Draco." He kissed my forehead and handed me a cup of coffee. I took it, laughing at the cup. It read 'Ding-dong, Voldemort's dead, Voldemort's dead, Voldemort's dead! Ding-dong, Voldemort's dead, let's have a PARTY!'' it turned out that Draco was on the good side, too.
"Bye, Virginianna!" he called, stepping out the door. That was the last time I saw him. Ever.
~ End Flashback ~
I didn't go to the funeral. I was in St. Mungo's because I went mad as soon as I heard about his death. I screamed. I yelled. I took my sister-in-law and punched her. And then I just broke down. I was crying and screaming so hard that I threw up. I just couldn't stop crying. We'd only been married 18 months. I needed him. Hermione put a curse on me that knocked me out and took me to St. Mungo's. I woke up there, screaming for Draco.
Flashback
"DRACO!" A nurse rushed to my side.
"He's dead, honey," she said sadly.
"NO! GIVE ME MY DRACO! DRACO! Draco…" she shoved a potion down my throat. It put me straight to sleep.
End Flashback
My mother came to see me a week after Draco died. I was still in shock, refusing to talk to anyone. It turned out that I had been pregnant, but I miscarried. My husband was gone. My baby was gone. My life was gone. I tried to kill myself. Twice.
But now, I want to thank Percy's family.
The first time I tried suicide, my nephew, Markus, found me. He got his mother to save me. So I want to thank Markus and Penny. The second time, Percy caught me just in time. So I want to thank Percy. But mostly, I want to thank my Draco-angel for always watching over me.
El Fini
AN: So concludes my D/G story. I like it a lot, tell me what you think