Kiss of My Soul - Second in The Draco and Ginny Chronicles

Be it the warm sunshine that grazed her face or the sweet taste of happiness that flourished in her heart, Ginny knew that this day was the best day of her life.

"Ginny dear, stop moving, I have to tie the last strap on this dress."

Ginny turned her head, gazing down at her mother who was busy tying the last of the ties that held the long flowing gown to her body. She watched nervously as her mother backed away, looking her up and down, a broad smile across her tired face.

"You look beautiful." she said, placing a hand to her mouth and feeling tears of happiness fall down her cheeks. She quickly grabbed a tissue out of the floral box on the dresser and blew her nose.

"Thank you mum..." Ginny said sympathetically, walking towards her mother and wrapping an arm around her. "C'mon, let's get going."

Mrs. Weasley smiled at her only daughter and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you..." she said, pulling out of the hug and looking happily into Ginny's eyes. "Your brothers won't know what to think of you, you look so grown up."

Exactly, Ginny thought, smiling to herself. Exactly.

Her mother stepped through the door and held it open, inviting Ginny to step through and on down the curled staircase, leading into the kitchen where the rest of her family was waiting anxiously to see her.

It's just your family...Ginny thought nervously. No reason to be nervous...

Stepping gingerly on each step as if it were counting down till her death, Ginny glided down the stairs and appeared at the end, looking respectfully beautiful for her now awestruck family.

Ron seemed the most shocked out of everyone. "G-Ginny...?"

Ginny's long fire hair had been half put up in a barrett with a few stray strands that curled around her face. Her lips were painted a light pinkish tan and her eyelids were colored naturally save her heavily mascara covered eyelashes. She was always particularly fond of mascara.

Her cheeks were flushed slightly rosy, and her fingertips glossed with pink.

The dress, the long, extravagant, pure white dress, flowed and fit nicely with her curved figure. It seemed to melt onto her skin and create an illusive liquid of snow that streamed to her feet which held strappy white shoes.

The neck of the dress curved into a v-shape that showed some cleavage (Ginny's pressed idea) and a pearl necklace sat glistening beautifully in place of where fabric should be around her neck.

Ginny smiled and felt an enormous weight lift off her. She was ready.

Stepping off the stairs and wrapping her arm in her fathers, she looked around at everyone in her family. Her brothers were all accompanied by their wives, and soon Ginny would have her own partner.

Someone who she couldn't be happier with. Someone who thrived her to live and exuberated every bit of being that held her to this earth by just smiling at her.

"Well, I think we should be going, don't you?" Ginny said finally, grinning at everyone around her.

Her father straightened up and cleared his throat. "Yes yes, let's be off."

With that, they all disapparated. None of them forgot anything, everything was in fact set. But Ginny felt a little different. She felt that in disapparating from her home that day, that she was leaving yet again the last piece of her innocence and childhood behind, and in doing that welcoming adulthood and a life beyond anything she could have ever yearned for.

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Ginny could hear muffled voices beyond the white satin curtains behind which she was standing, arm in arm with her father. He was constantly taking deep breaths, it was his first time as well as hers.

Ginny looked up at him, a nervous ball building ever more so in her stomach. He was sweating slightly, but he glanced down at her and their eyes met. A warm smile broke out over his mouth as he saw his little girl yet again in the young woman standing in front of him.

"I'm so happy for you, I could never say that enough." he said softly, his voice shaking along with his hands.

"Thanks daddy." Ginny turned her gaze away from her nervous father and stared directly into the curtains. A gentle breeze blew them slightly and the warm morning sun beat calmly on her skin.

The wedding was being conducted outdoors, in a vast green field filled with wildflowers. It was the most Ginny could have ever hoped for, and it felt magical just standing there, watching the satin curtains separating her and the aisle blow smoothly in the wind.

Her father turned to her slowly, and reached behind her head to lift her veil over her face. "This is it honey." he said softly, planting a small kiss on her right hand.

Music broke out suddenly, a smooth hymn that symbolized the embrace of marriage. It was time.

The ball in Ginny's stomach exploded as she glanced once again at her father, who's jaw was set firmly to keep his teeth from rattling with anxiety. Looking ahead, they both emerged through the curtains and out onto the aisle, amidst the stares of almost a hundred spectators, family and friends.

The aisle was covered with a white silk rug, leading all the way towards the alter, where a very proud looking Albus Dumbledore was standing with the best men and brides maids.

Hermione was up there, one of the brides maids, her curly auburn hair done up beautifully in a bun and her dress of light peach to match the other maids. Among the best men stood Harry.

Ginny would have been surprised, but given the past years events she couldn't blame Draco for choosing Harry to be his head best man. Ginny's eyes shifted towards the crowd as she and her father stepped slowly closer towards the alter.

There were ribbons decorated with white and peach roses that held the audience to their white fold up chairs. She looked at the brides side and saw her entire family, sisters in law and all, gazing admirably up at her.

Ginny had been to so many weddings in her life, and yet her own seemed to possess something of perfection that the others had lacked.

Gazing towards the grooms side, she saw Narcissa Malfoy looking at her, her gray eyes full of warmth and vitality, proud and strong on her new daughter in law.

Feeling most secure and confident, Ginny found her gaze falling upon Draco. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his.

He was wearing black robes with a white collar, his white blonde hair cut and slicked back as it was in his youth. His steel gray eyes were filled with such respect and love that Ginny felt herself blushing beneath her thin veil.

Draco couldn't look at anything but her. The moment she had emerged from behind the curtains was the moment he knew he had found the one person he would never ever give up.

Her red hair glowed brightly in the soft morning sun and even her movements had his heart racing. She moved with such a careless grace, as if she were floating on air.

Her father looked so proud and so at ease with his daughters decision. Though Draco had met with her father before and they had actually become quite close considering their history, it was still nice to see that her father had no rejections towards the marriage.

Ginny's brothers seemed to of been upset at first, all except Ron. Ron must have known before-hand, Draco thought. Because of all the Weasley's Ron had hated him the most.

Once the situation had been explained, Ginny's other brothers welcomed the marriage with open arms. The Weasley's were understanding at heart and wanted only what Ginny thought best for herself.

The alter seemed so far away, as if every step were just one of a million towards monogamy. Yet the time had come, and Ginny and her father were now facing an anxious Draco.

Ginny's father released his arm from hers and kissed her hand gently before handing it to Draco. Draco took it and kissed it as well, before turning to lead Ginny up towards the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Albus smiled wholeheartedly at the two young lovers standing in front of him, and felt like a father to each of them. Clearing his throat quietly, he waited for the music to cease and then began to speak, his voice clear and warm.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people in marriage. This day will be one of commitment and rejoicing, as all weddings will be." he paused for a moment, looking around the crowd, before turning his full attention just to Ginny and Draco, who were both smiling nervously at eachother, hand in hand.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Virginia Weasley to be your wife in marriage?"

Draco, without even taking his gaze away from Ginny's beaming face, spoke the words of truth. "I do."

"Do you, Virginia Weasley, take Draco Malfoy to be your husband in marriage?"

Ginny's heart stopped for a moment, and it seemed as though time froze. It was only her and Draco, no headmaster, no brides maids, no men of honor. No crowd, no family, no one.

"I do." she said, her heart fluttering wildly in this last blissful moment of staring lovingly into Draco's eyes before...

A tiny boy with red hair showed up at their sides, holding up a tiny white pillow that held two gold bands, one with a diamond encrusted pearl and the other engraved with deep green emeralds.

"That's my boy!" A voice yelled from the audience. The crowd laughed happily and Ginny couldn't help but laugh herself as she looked out into the crowd and saw Fred looking very proud of himself and his wife blushing scarlet.

"You may place the rings on eachother's hands now." Dumbledore said after the laughter of the interruption had ceased.

Ginny picked up the gold band encrusted with emeralds and looked up into Draco's eyes. He picked up the other band and held her hand up and slid the ring smoothly on her finger. The milky pearl looked gorgeous in the bright sunlight and the diamonds glistened beside it, adding to the beauty of the entire piece.

Ginny held his left hand up and placed the ring she was holding on it, looking up and seeing his eyes still intently held on hers and a silly grin still evident on his pleased face.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you Man and Wife. You may kiss the bride."

The crowd erupted in a roar of cheers and Ginny's eyes glistened with tears as Draco slid the veil off her face and the long awaited moment of the entire procession arrived.

He crushed his mouth down on hers and shared this moment of utter glory and happiness with her, one that neither of them would ever forget. They broke apart and smiled at eachother before turning to face the crowd of people who were now standing and cheering.

Ginny's brothers were especially routy, all of them jumping and hollaring at her, whistling and cheering. She blushed and dragged Draco with her through the crowd, running and carrying the bundle of peach roses that Hermione had hurriedly handed her.

When they'd burst through the satin curtains and out into the other side of the field, where nothing but wildflowers and tall grass played Ginny stopped and turned, seeing a crowd of women growing behind her.

She lifted her bundle of roses into the air and threw it back behind her before grabbing Draco's hand and racing off with him through the grass.

Draco grabbed her waist and spun her around, laughing and smiling happily. Ginny's laughter broke through the air as he set her on the ground again, his mouth once more finding a home on hers.

"We did it! It's over!" Ginny said, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck as they spun together in the tall grass, the midmorning sun beating like heaven on their skin.

"Yes, now if we could just get through that crazy mob over there towards the food maybe we could have something to eat! I'm straving!" Draco said, his eyes beaming down on hers.

"Didn't have breakfast?"

"Nope, too nervous." Draco replied with a grin.

Ginny couldn't believe how handsome he was, his white blonde hair shone brightly in the sunlight and his smile suited him so well.

"Why don't we go settle that stomach of yours then?" Ginny requested, running a hand down Draco's smooth cheek and tracing his jaw.

"I'd rather kiss you." Draco crushed his mouth on hers and relished in her taste. She smelled of roses and strawberries, something that he loved about her.

Ginny felt rushes of heat and sensation claim her in his kiss, his lips moving expertly on hers. A soft purr escaped her throat and fueled his blood and drove him wild.

Their lips parted as they heard a group of people approaching them. "Oy, Ginny!"

Ginny turned and saw her brothers approaching them, Ron in the lead. "We're so happy for you honey!" Ron said happily, scooping Ginny up in his arms and embracing her tightly.

Draco shook hands with the rest of the men, each of them without a hint of reluctance in their smiles.

So this is what it's like to be with wholesome people, Draco thought. It was a feeling he accepted with a very opened heart. He was now out of the cold dark life he had led before, and now belonged to one that was full of happiness and warmth and love, one that he knew he always strived for.

Ron and Ginny pulled apart and Ron turned towards Draco, holding out his hand. "Malfoy." he said, his mouth a straight line and his face expressionless.

Draco matched his facade, and shook his hand in an almost businesslike manner. The two men paused and stared eachother down for a moment, before a grin began to break out on each of their faces.

They broke out in laughter and looked at eachother with a new found respect. Ron knew now that Ginny was right. Draco had changed, and it was definately for the better.

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Fireflies danced joyfully in the moonlight, adding a hint of magic to the cool night air. The moon shone still and bright upon the dancers, making their way towards their own paradise.

"Virginia…" Draco said, his hand finding her chin and lifting her head gently off his shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Yes?" Ginny's eyes were glazed and her voice hazy, a misty smile across her gorgeous face.

"Come, let's go take a walk."

Draco smiled and took her hand in his, leading her away from the dance floor where dozens of couples were slowly rejoicing their emotions.

Tiny white tables scattered around the outside of the dance floor where people from both families were busily chatting away and enjoying the night air and the chilled white wine.

Making their way through this crowd, Draco and Ginny snuck off into the neighboring woods.

"What is it Hermione?" Harry said, his eyes looking into hers with concern.

Hermione glanced up at her husband, her eyes shifting from the escaping Bride and Groom.

"Oh…nothing, I was just watching Draco and Ginny sneak off…I wonder where they are going..."

She looked up into Harry's eyes and immediately felt at home in his warm emerald gaze. She always knew why she had married him; his gaze always captivated her and warmed her soul.

"I'm sure they just want to get away from the people, spend some time together." Harry murmured more than said, his chin resting comfortably on top of his wife's head.

"Yea, I suppose your right…" Hermione said quietly, her head finding it's place on his shoulder, a sigh escaping her painted lips, rustling the gentle strands of hair that whisped down from her bundle of light brown hair.

"Draco!" Ginny whispered, a sweet laugh escaping her throat as Draco dragged her gently through tall dark trees. "Slow down! Where are we going?"

"It doesn't matter!" Draco said, turning around to face her, his mouth embarking upon hers in a kind of triumph. She was his, and he didn't care where they were going, as long as he was the only one to be able to see her.

The heavy moon cascaded its light upon the trees, sending waves upon waves of white beams scattering amongst the grass covered ground.

They pulled out of the kiss and moved on, almost running now, laughing and smiling and occasionally committing to the love they vowed only hours before.

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