"I do."
Those were the two words that haunted him day by day. Those were the two words that bound him to his fate. In a matter of hours, he would be entering the large Muggle church and repeating those words to the most vile woman in the world.
Draco stalked angrily down Diagon Alley. Everywhere there were women whispering about him and holding Ginny's book in their hands. Earlier, one even took it upon herself to 'punish' Draco for what he had done to Ginny. He cringed at the thought. Draco walked to the window of Flourish and Blotts. There was a large display of copies of FreeCell. How Draco wanted to waltz right in there and burn every last one.
Of course, he wasn't upset that Ginny had written it. It was the reaction of the people that bothered him. Draco wasn't one of the nicest men in the wizarding world, and her book had exposed him. It had exposed the man that only a few intimate friends knew about.
If only Ginny knew exactly which friends those were.
He sighed in defeat. She was probably halfway to America right now, and he was soon to be a married man. He walked to the nearest bench and sat down. Snow had begun to fall around him. He cradled his face in his hands. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but it seemed selfish of him to try and take her back now.
"She's going to be on live television in approximately 12 hours and thirty six minutes. Of course, then you've got to add time for the flight and time zone changes. If you leave with three hours you should make it to the studio on time." A calm yet confident voice spoke beside him. Draco looked up and glanced at the person sitting next to him. Hermione Granger ignored him and read from her copy of Ginny's book.
"What?" He said, unable to take in everything she just said.
"You heard me, Draco. Of course, I've just come to fetch you to the church. You're going to be late if you sit here sulking all night, you know." Hermione smiled slightly. Draco got up and offered his arm to her.
Only a few people knew the real him. Unfortunately those people were what he used to call his enemies. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were close friends. It was difficult to understand why, because Draco had hated them all through Hogwarts, and had no intention of changing his mind. Ever.
But, sometimes things change. For example, after he had seen Ginny, or rather, himself at the entrance to Selene's Grotto he had run off to find somewhere to hide until he became himself again. He had almost reached freedom when Granger grabbed him into a huge hug. The brown haired girl kept hugging him and hugging him until it happened. He became himself again right when Harry and Ron were about to join in.
After a lot of questioning, Draco was accepted and became close friends with the other three. They didn't see eye to eye on everything, and Draco would never tell them about Ginny, or that mysterious mark on his left forearm, but they liked him anyway, and they could get along.
They helped tremendously when it came to Parkinson. She couldn't stand any of them, and none of them, including Draco, could stand her. Draco hated the fact that she had survived through the war. She was dark target number one on his list, but she had escaped unharmed. This was due to her tremendous talent of hiding whenever she was needed for fighting. She had spent the entire final battle hiding in the Forbidden Forest.
Draco was happy to have friends, though, and wouldn't trade them for anything. He and Hermione walked through Muggle London, and Draco winced at each bookstore they passed. Her novel was everywhere. He would never escape it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco stood beside the altar of the large church, feeling sick. His throat had clenched and his stomach was in knots. Harry, who was posing as his best man was trying to calm him, but to no avail. The couples of the wedding participants began their procession to the front of the church. Hermione watched Draco, and he watched her. She smiled slightly and walked up to give him a quick hug. She grabbed something from underneath her bouquet and stuck it in Draco's tuxedo. She leaned up and whispered softly in his ear, "Now's a better time than ever. Do not be afraid to live, boy."
Draco opened his eyes in shock. Hermione only smiled.
All the attention of the church focused to the back of the room. Pansy Parkinson walked in slowly, wearing a long, flowing white dress. Draco stood there, his mouth dry. What was he going to do? He took her hand when she offered it and faced the preacher.
"I do."
He had said it. Those two words that pained him so much. He looked at Hermione's glistening eyes before leaning in to kiss his bride. Pansy was eager to accept his devotion. It was a chaste kiss. Draco looked into the woman's eyes. There was evidence of a smirk there. He had always wanted a Slytherin bride, and now he had one. Why did it feel so bad? Why did it make him feel so depressed. He was jolted awake by a tugging on his sleeve. Draco turned around and saw Harry looking at him solemnly.
"What's it going to be then, eh?" He asked.
* * * * * * * * *
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
The words tied in perfectly with the rest of the book, a perfect theme. Virginia looked up from her copy of A Clockwork Orange and sighed. She had no idea why she had agreed to this interview in the first place. Some Muggle woman named Oprah Winfrey had decided to host her on her talk show.
It was good publicity, and it would certainly help her monetary situation. Not that she needed it. She couldn't help it if she wanted to take the limelight, even it if was because she wrote a book about her life.
"We'd like to welcome to the show today, a young woman with extraordinary talent," The host announced to her audience. Ginny walked onto the stage meekly, and waved slightly to the members of the crowd, "Miss Virginia Weasley."
"Hello." Virginia said to Oprah and smiled. She was nervous, but nobody had to know that, did they?
"Tell us about your book, Miss Weasley. How did you ever come up with a story such as this?"
"I based my book on personal experiences. The main character, Ginny, is merely a portrait of myself."
"And Draco?"
"Draco is Draco. I found his to be the easiest character to write. I knew him well."
"Now, Ginny-"
"I'd prefer to be called Virginia, if you don't mind." Virginia interrupted.
"Virginia, a lot of fans of the ever popular Harry Potter books are concerned about copyright infringement. Did you run into any conflict there?"
"Oh no. Ms. Rowling and I came to an understanding. She chose to write about my life her way, and I chose to make it right. I do not need to have a copyright to write about myself."
"I see. Miss Weasley, have you ever thought of writing a sequel? You know, maybe adding a happy ending?" Oprah asked. Ginny took a deep breath and forced herself to smile.
"There will be no sequel. That is the story, and what has been written has been written. There will never be a union between Ginny and Draco. They've gone their separate ways."
The crowd murmured, and Virginia tried to focus on keeping her tears back. She was vaguely aware of the hostess opening up to the crowd for questions, but was jolted back to reality when she was forced to answer them.
"Virginia, the character Selene, where did she come from? Was she a mentor of yours?" Virginia nodded shakily.
"Selene was a great person. I learned much from her. She was always watching over me and Draco."
"Miss Weasley, what are we, as readers supposed to think has become of Draco, now that the book has ended?"
"Draco has married by now. He has a wife, and a new life, and I'm sure he is very happy." Virginia reassured herself, but spoke to the fan.
"Gin." A person started. Ginny looked into the crowd to see who was talking. It was a girl, no taller than 5'2" with long red hair. Ginny frowned slightly and stood up.
"Yes?" she asked. The girl who had spoken her name was her mirror image. The girl in the stands smirked.
"What if Draco isn't as happy as you say?" The girl asked simply. Ginny turned red with anger.
"Now see here, Malfoy-" She started. The crowd went silent. The two Ginnys walked toward each other. Suddenly, one of them doubled over in pain. Virginia stood impatiently and tapped her toe on the ground.
"Hold on a bleedin' second, Virginia. This stuff hurts like hell." A distinctly male voice said. The audience collectively gasped. Ginny sighed.
"Pierre was a really good friend of mine. At least I got the new stuff." Ginny said. She smiled to the talk show host, excused herself and began to stalk off the set.
"Virginia Weasley! You stop right this second!" Draco yelled. Ginny halted and spun around. There were tears in her eyes.
"What's it going to be then, eh?" She said. Quoting one of her favorite books. Draco blinked. Harry had said that to him earlier the same day. Draco ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Ginny, I've never realized how much you've done for me. I never realized how much you have changed me. I've become friends with Harry bloody Potter." Ginny gasped and glared at him, as if he were a traitor. Draco shot her a warning glance, "Please, Gin, don't kick me out. I know I've done you wrong, but please, I'm sorry."
"Draco, I-" she started and then she looked to her right shoulder. Draco was holding it firmly, and there was a small golden band on his ring finger, "You know that I want a decent relationship. I don't want to sneak around anymore." Draco nodded. Ginny's jaw dropped, "Draco, you're married!" His brow's furrowed and she grabbed his hand to show him the wedding band.
"Oh, this! I ran out on the rehearsal. Didn't get a chance to give it back to the sodding wench." Ginny smiled. She grabbed his hand tighter, and placed it around her waist, conveniently removing the obscene piece of metal from his finger.
And then he kissed her.
The entire room broke out into applause.
* * * * * * * *
It took a while for Ginny to get used to the idea of becoming friendly with Harry Potter. Sure she had tolerated him for seven years, but becoming close friends with him was one thing she was not ready to do. Draco assured her that it was impossible not to invite him to the wedding, no matter what.
Hermione had, upon graduation, become a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Draco had convinced Ginny to go and make wedding plans. They arrived late in the morning and Hermione had to teach classes all day. They were left alone until Hermione could have spare time to talk to them.
Ginny got out of the carriage and smiled. This was a great place, and it always made her feel welcome. Draco had been talking with Professor Snape so Ginny walked off, down the path that she had traveled the night of the final battle. She went through the forest and to the entrance of Selene's Grotto. She looked over to the lake and smiled as the waves gently lapped the shore. She couldn't go any further. She didn't have the mark anymore.
She lifted up her sleeve. There was a faint outline of Voldemort's Mark. The mark of the devil. She thought for a moment of how that mark had saved her life. It brought her together with Draco in the end, and it kept him happy while she was gone. Without it she wouldn't have become a Death Eater, and then Draco would never have been saved. He was helped a lot by Selene and Harry, and Ron and Hermione. She could tell. She was proud of him.
She curled up onto a rock and hugged her knees to her chest. It was springtime now and the birds were chirping, the fish were swimming from the giant squid who was, in turn, lazily basking in the sun, and Ginny was happy. She was happy that Draco was hers and she was happy that she got to show Pansy Parkinson who was boss.
Draco walked up behind Ginny, and was smiling at her relaxed form. He knew where to find her, and he knew she came here out of habit. She couldn't go any further, but with his help they could enter together. Draco tapped Ginny lightly on the shoulder and grabbed her hand. Slowly he led her through the Gateway of the Grotto. She was smiling brightly, and he couldn't help but join her. They stopped in front of the stone pedestal and Ginny's eyes became moist with tears.
"Gin, don't cry. We'll see Selene when the sun goes down. You'll get to see her again." Draco said comfortingly. Ginny squeezed his hand and smiled.
"Do you remember the first time I brought you here? I had to lead you through the barrier. Now you lead me through. We've come a long way, Draco. You've grown up. Remember what she told you? She told you to face your life. You did just that." She said. Draco smiled at her, "Draco, I'm sorry about your father's money, but I can't say that it wasn't worth it. Being with you is worth all of the money in the world."
"Ginny, I couldn't agree with you more."
"Good. What happened to your father's money anyway?"
"He had a deal with the goblins that if Pansy and I weren't married, all of the money in his account would be transferred to an account that was in desperate need."
"That was good of him."
Draco smiled in response and lead her to the cabin. They sat in silence on the front porch, until Ginny suddenly broke it.
"Draco. Lets run away and get married. I don't want a big wedding."
"What's this about?" Draco asked, his face full of suspicion.
"Just, well, you know, It's always been just us. Now all of my brother's friends are in the picture. It's hard for me to get over."
"You know, they're really not bad people. They love you, Gin. They missed you. They want to make you happy." Draco whispered into her hair. Ginny sighed as the last rays of the sun disappeared over the trees.
"Please, Draco." Ginny whined. Draco smiled at her and laughed.
"Alright." He said. It was dark now, and the full moon was rising in the sky. They walked to the stone pedestal. Draco stepped onto it, his white robes glowing in the night. Ginny watched, amazed. This used to be what she did. It was so. magical. It's amazing what living as a Muggle for years could do to a girl.
The Moon Goddess appeared in the center of the pedestal and Ginny grinned. Selene smiled to her. Draco stood off to the side and out of the way of the reunion.
"Virginia. What a pleasure to see you again. I take it Draco found you?" Selene said. Ginny nodded, "Come here, child. Let me take a look at you." Selene grabbed Ginny's hand and rolled up her sleeve. She saw the black mark and tutted, "This certainly won't do. Not for a daughter of mine." Selene touched Ginny's pale skin, and the mark vanished. Ginny opened her eyes, and found herself standing in brilliant white clothes. Her hair had been tied up, and a long veil flowed to the ground. Ginny smiled.
"Marry us, Selene." She said. Draco went white, but complied. Ginny kneeled down onto the ground a picked some moon flowers for a bouquet.
Draco looked into Ginny's eyes and he knew that this was what he wanted more than anything. When he was asked, he gladly repeated those two words that he feared so much.
"I do."
* * * * * * *
"Draco, I have something to tell you," Ginny said to her husband later that evening. Draco grunted in response, "My Gringotts account was left nearly empty for years. You know, I had a Muggle bank account. When I went to make a deposit and transfer funds the other day I was informed that, in accordance to the will of one Lucius Malfoy, I was given his entire inheritance."
Draco went red with anger.
* * * * * * * * * * * A/N: Now, I know Oprah's not that type of talk show, bear with me, and I know that Draco's a little OOC, but I tried to make it good!
okay, that's all she wrote. I'm done. Finito! Hahaha! Go me! Anyway, I would like to thank all of those who put up with me while I was writing this story. I'm thinking about a sequel, but I don't know if that will ever happen. Keep a lookout for my next D/G story, Something Wicked This Way Comes, in which Draco is a Homicidal Maniac and Ginny is a different sort of diviner. There's a preview following this note, so check it out!
Love y'all! Love Angel!
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Draco Malfoy rose from his bed dizzy and drained of energy. With large amounts of difficulty he lifted his arms from his sides and pulled himself out of bed. He struggled over to the full-length mirror in his room. He looked at himself, and was not surprised to see what he had.
He was drenched in blood.
It had been like this for the last few weeks now. He'd go to bed, and wake up, smothered in crimson liquid, without any possible explanation. He'd told his parents, of course, but they merely shrugged it off, claiming that it was a "stage" of his life, and that every young male wizard went through it. Draco smirked. His parents thought he was born yesterday. It was simply impossible that it was normal for a boy to wake up exhausted and covered in someone else's blood.
Of course, Draco never really was a normal boy. He was from one of the longest running wizarding families in England. He was a Malfoy, and he was damned well proud of it. He had sleek silver hair, and deep gray eyes. He always wore a patented Malfoy smirk, and he was certainly not afraid to shove his name around. The Malfoy name was well revered and respected, which was why the 6'2" heir to the Malfoy Throne was given almost anything he could ever want.
He was convinced that his parents were refusing to tell him something about his "blood problem." Of course, it was always a possibility that there were spies around the Manor, disguised to get the inside scoop on the wealthy family, which was what Draco decided was the reason that they never admitted that waking up bloody was an unnatural occurrence.
He mentally shrugged the situation off of his shoulders and drew himself a bath. Carefully he stepped into his large, and deep marble bathtub relaxed against the walls until the water was well above his chest. He laid his head on the hard floor of the bathroom, and closed his eyes. His muscles were sore, for an unknown reason. He picked up his hand and ran it through his hair. It stopped periodically, getting caught on small bits of blood that were caked into his long silvery locks. Stifling a shudder, Draco sank into the water and rinsed his hair clean of debris. Once he had finished, he hurried to cleanse himself and then wrapped a towel around his waist as he made his way to the door to his adjoining bedroom. He looked back.
The water was a deep crimson. He couldn't see the bottom.
Draco grumbled disgustedly and went to his bureau to get some clothing. He reached into the top drawer to get a pair of sleek, silk black boxer shorts, but pricked a finger on something sharp instead.
There, in his drawer was a long, bloody knife, and unless his hand had been cut off, there was no explanation in Draco's mind as to whose blood it was.
Those were the two words that haunted him day by day. Those were the two words that bound him to his fate. In a matter of hours, he would be entering the large Muggle church and repeating those words to the most vile woman in the world.
Draco stalked angrily down Diagon Alley. Everywhere there were women whispering about him and holding Ginny's book in their hands. Earlier, one even took it upon herself to 'punish' Draco for what he had done to Ginny. He cringed at the thought. Draco walked to the window of Flourish and Blotts. There was a large display of copies of FreeCell. How Draco wanted to waltz right in there and burn every last one.
Of course, he wasn't upset that Ginny had written it. It was the reaction of the people that bothered him. Draco wasn't one of the nicest men in the wizarding world, and her book had exposed him. It had exposed the man that only a few intimate friends knew about.
If only Ginny knew exactly which friends those were.
He sighed in defeat. She was probably halfway to America right now, and he was soon to be a married man. He walked to the nearest bench and sat down. Snow had begun to fall around him. He cradled his face in his hands. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but it seemed selfish of him to try and take her back now.
"She's going to be on live television in approximately 12 hours and thirty six minutes. Of course, then you've got to add time for the flight and time zone changes. If you leave with three hours you should make it to the studio on time." A calm yet confident voice spoke beside him. Draco looked up and glanced at the person sitting next to him. Hermione Granger ignored him and read from her copy of Ginny's book.
"What?" He said, unable to take in everything she just said.
"You heard me, Draco. Of course, I've just come to fetch you to the church. You're going to be late if you sit here sulking all night, you know." Hermione smiled slightly. Draco got up and offered his arm to her.
Only a few people knew the real him. Unfortunately those people were what he used to call his enemies. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were close friends. It was difficult to understand why, because Draco had hated them all through Hogwarts, and had no intention of changing his mind. Ever.
But, sometimes things change. For example, after he had seen Ginny, or rather, himself at the entrance to Selene's Grotto he had run off to find somewhere to hide until he became himself again. He had almost reached freedom when Granger grabbed him into a huge hug. The brown haired girl kept hugging him and hugging him until it happened. He became himself again right when Harry and Ron were about to join in.
After a lot of questioning, Draco was accepted and became close friends with the other three. They didn't see eye to eye on everything, and Draco would never tell them about Ginny, or that mysterious mark on his left forearm, but they liked him anyway, and they could get along.
They helped tremendously when it came to Parkinson. She couldn't stand any of them, and none of them, including Draco, could stand her. Draco hated the fact that she had survived through the war. She was dark target number one on his list, but she had escaped unharmed. This was due to her tremendous talent of hiding whenever she was needed for fighting. She had spent the entire final battle hiding in the Forbidden Forest.
Draco was happy to have friends, though, and wouldn't trade them for anything. He and Hermione walked through Muggle London, and Draco winced at each bookstore they passed. Her novel was everywhere. He would never escape it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Draco stood beside the altar of the large church, feeling sick. His throat had clenched and his stomach was in knots. Harry, who was posing as his best man was trying to calm him, but to no avail. The couples of the wedding participants began their procession to the front of the church. Hermione watched Draco, and he watched her. She smiled slightly and walked up to give him a quick hug. She grabbed something from underneath her bouquet and stuck it in Draco's tuxedo. She leaned up and whispered softly in his ear, "Now's a better time than ever. Do not be afraid to live, boy."
Draco opened his eyes in shock. Hermione only smiled.
All the attention of the church focused to the back of the room. Pansy Parkinson walked in slowly, wearing a long, flowing white dress. Draco stood there, his mouth dry. What was he going to do? He took her hand when she offered it and faced the preacher.
"I do."
He had said it. Those two words that pained him so much. He looked at Hermione's glistening eyes before leaning in to kiss his bride. Pansy was eager to accept his devotion. It was a chaste kiss. Draco looked into the woman's eyes. There was evidence of a smirk there. He had always wanted a Slytherin bride, and now he had one. Why did it feel so bad? Why did it make him feel so depressed. He was jolted awake by a tugging on his sleeve. Draco turned around and saw Harry looking at him solemnly.
"What's it going to be then, eh?" He asked.
* * * * * * * * *
"What's it going to be then, eh?"
The words tied in perfectly with the rest of the book, a perfect theme. Virginia looked up from her copy of A Clockwork Orange and sighed. She had no idea why she had agreed to this interview in the first place. Some Muggle woman named Oprah Winfrey had decided to host her on her talk show.
It was good publicity, and it would certainly help her monetary situation. Not that she needed it. She couldn't help it if she wanted to take the limelight, even it if was because she wrote a book about her life.
"We'd like to welcome to the show today, a young woman with extraordinary talent," The host announced to her audience. Ginny walked onto the stage meekly, and waved slightly to the members of the crowd, "Miss Virginia Weasley."
"Hello." Virginia said to Oprah and smiled. She was nervous, but nobody had to know that, did they?
"Tell us about your book, Miss Weasley. How did you ever come up with a story such as this?"
"I based my book on personal experiences. The main character, Ginny, is merely a portrait of myself."
"And Draco?"
"Draco is Draco. I found his to be the easiest character to write. I knew him well."
"Now, Ginny-"
"I'd prefer to be called Virginia, if you don't mind." Virginia interrupted.
"Virginia, a lot of fans of the ever popular Harry Potter books are concerned about copyright infringement. Did you run into any conflict there?"
"Oh no. Ms. Rowling and I came to an understanding. She chose to write about my life her way, and I chose to make it right. I do not need to have a copyright to write about myself."
"I see. Miss Weasley, have you ever thought of writing a sequel? You know, maybe adding a happy ending?" Oprah asked. Ginny took a deep breath and forced herself to smile.
"There will be no sequel. That is the story, and what has been written has been written. There will never be a union between Ginny and Draco. They've gone their separate ways."
The crowd murmured, and Virginia tried to focus on keeping her tears back. She was vaguely aware of the hostess opening up to the crowd for questions, but was jolted back to reality when she was forced to answer them.
"Virginia, the character Selene, where did she come from? Was she a mentor of yours?" Virginia nodded shakily.
"Selene was a great person. I learned much from her. She was always watching over me and Draco."
"Miss Weasley, what are we, as readers supposed to think has become of Draco, now that the book has ended?"
"Draco has married by now. He has a wife, and a new life, and I'm sure he is very happy." Virginia reassured herself, but spoke to the fan.
"Gin." A person started. Ginny looked into the crowd to see who was talking. It was a girl, no taller than 5'2" with long red hair. Ginny frowned slightly and stood up.
"Yes?" she asked. The girl who had spoken her name was her mirror image. The girl in the stands smirked.
"What if Draco isn't as happy as you say?" The girl asked simply. Ginny turned red with anger.
"Now see here, Malfoy-" She started. The crowd went silent. The two Ginnys walked toward each other. Suddenly, one of them doubled over in pain. Virginia stood impatiently and tapped her toe on the ground.
"Hold on a bleedin' second, Virginia. This stuff hurts like hell." A distinctly male voice said. The audience collectively gasped. Ginny sighed.
"Pierre was a really good friend of mine. At least I got the new stuff." Ginny said. She smiled to the talk show host, excused herself and began to stalk off the set.
"Virginia Weasley! You stop right this second!" Draco yelled. Ginny halted and spun around. There were tears in her eyes.
"What's it going to be then, eh?" She said. Quoting one of her favorite books. Draco blinked. Harry had said that to him earlier the same day. Draco ran to her and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Ginny, I've never realized how much you've done for me. I never realized how much you have changed me. I've become friends with Harry bloody Potter." Ginny gasped and glared at him, as if he were a traitor. Draco shot her a warning glance, "Please, Gin, don't kick me out. I know I've done you wrong, but please, I'm sorry."
"Draco, I-" she started and then she looked to her right shoulder. Draco was holding it firmly, and there was a small golden band on his ring finger, "You know that I want a decent relationship. I don't want to sneak around anymore." Draco nodded. Ginny's jaw dropped, "Draco, you're married!" His brow's furrowed and she grabbed his hand to show him the wedding band.
"Oh, this! I ran out on the rehearsal. Didn't get a chance to give it back to the sodding wench." Ginny smiled. She grabbed his hand tighter, and placed it around her waist, conveniently removing the obscene piece of metal from his finger.
And then he kissed her.
The entire room broke out into applause.
* * * * * * * *
It took a while for Ginny to get used to the idea of becoming friendly with Harry Potter. Sure she had tolerated him for seven years, but becoming close friends with him was one thing she was not ready to do. Draco assured her that it was impossible not to invite him to the wedding, no matter what.
Hermione had, upon graduation, become a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Draco had convinced Ginny to go and make wedding plans. They arrived late in the morning and Hermione had to teach classes all day. They were left alone until Hermione could have spare time to talk to them.
Ginny got out of the carriage and smiled. This was a great place, and it always made her feel welcome. Draco had been talking with Professor Snape so Ginny walked off, down the path that she had traveled the night of the final battle. She went through the forest and to the entrance of Selene's Grotto. She looked over to the lake and smiled as the waves gently lapped the shore. She couldn't go any further. She didn't have the mark anymore.
She lifted up her sleeve. There was a faint outline of Voldemort's Mark. The mark of the devil. She thought for a moment of how that mark had saved her life. It brought her together with Draco in the end, and it kept him happy while she was gone. Without it she wouldn't have become a Death Eater, and then Draco would never have been saved. He was helped a lot by Selene and Harry, and Ron and Hermione. She could tell. She was proud of him.
She curled up onto a rock and hugged her knees to her chest. It was springtime now and the birds were chirping, the fish were swimming from the giant squid who was, in turn, lazily basking in the sun, and Ginny was happy. She was happy that Draco was hers and she was happy that she got to show Pansy Parkinson who was boss.
Draco walked up behind Ginny, and was smiling at her relaxed form. He knew where to find her, and he knew she came here out of habit. She couldn't go any further, but with his help they could enter together. Draco tapped Ginny lightly on the shoulder and grabbed her hand. Slowly he led her through the Gateway of the Grotto. She was smiling brightly, and he couldn't help but join her. They stopped in front of the stone pedestal and Ginny's eyes became moist with tears.
"Gin, don't cry. We'll see Selene when the sun goes down. You'll get to see her again." Draco said comfortingly. Ginny squeezed his hand and smiled.
"Do you remember the first time I brought you here? I had to lead you through the barrier. Now you lead me through. We've come a long way, Draco. You've grown up. Remember what she told you? She told you to face your life. You did just that." She said. Draco smiled at her, "Draco, I'm sorry about your father's money, but I can't say that it wasn't worth it. Being with you is worth all of the money in the world."
"Ginny, I couldn't agree with you more."
"Good. What happened to your father's money anyway?"
"He had a deal with the goblins that if Pansy and I weren't married, all of the money in his account would be transferred to an account that was in desperate need."
"That was good of him."
Draco smiled in response and lead her to the cabin. They sat in silence on the front porch, until Ginny suddenly broke it.
"Draco. Lets run away and get married. I don't want a big wedding."
"What's this about?" Draco asked, his face full of suspicion.
"Just, well, you know, It's always been just us. Now all of my brother's friends are in the picture. It's hard for me to get over."
"You know, they're really not bad people. They love you, Gin. They missed you. They want to make you happy." Draco whispered into her hair. Ginny sighed as the last rays of the sun disappeared over the trees.
"Please, Draco." Ginny whined. Draco smiled at her and laughed.
"Alright." He said. It was dark now, and the full moon was rising in the sky. They walked to the stone pedestal. Draco stepped onto it, his white robes glowing in the night. Ginny watched, amazed. This used to be what she did. It was so. magical. It's amazing what living as a Muggle for years could do to a girl.
The Moon Goddess appeared in the center of the pedestal and Ginny grinned. Selene smiled to her. Draco stood off to the side and out of the way of the reunion.
"Virginia. What a pleasure to see you again. I take it Draco found you?" Selene said. Ginny nodded, "Come here, child. Let me take a look at you." Selene grabbed Ginny's hand and rolled up her sleeve. She saw the black mark and tutted, "This certainly won't do. Not for a daughter of mine." Selene touched Ginny's pale skin, and the mark vanished. Ginny opened her eyes, and found herself standing in brilliant white clothes. Her hair had been tied up, and a long veil flowed to the ground. Ginny smiled.
"Marry us, Selene." She said. Draco went white, but complied. Ginny kneeled down onto the ground a picked some moon flowers for a bouquet.
Draco looked into Ginny's eyes and he knew that this was what he wanted more than anything. When he was asked, he gladly repeated those two words that he feared so much.
"I do."
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"Draco, I have something to tell you," Ginny said to her husband later that evening. Draco grunted in response, "My Gringotts account was left nearly empty for years. You know, I had a Muggle bank account. When I went to make a deposit and transfer funds the other day I was informed that, in accordance to the will of one Lucius Malfoy, I was given his entire inheritance."
Draco went red with anger.
* * * * * * * * * * * A/N: Now, I know Oprah's not that type of talk show, bear with me, and I know that Draco's a little OOC, but I tried to make it good!
okay, that's all she wrote. I'm done. Finito! Hahaha! Go me! Anyway, I would like to thank all of those who put up with me while I was writing this story. I'm thinking about a sequel, but I don't know if that will ever happen. Keep a lookout for my next D/G story, Something Wicked This Way Comes, in which Draco is a Homicidal Maniac and Ginny is a different sort of diviner. There's a preview following this note, so check it out!
Love y'all! Love Angel!
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Draco Malfoy rose from his bed dizzy and drained of energy. With large amounts of difficulty he lifted his arms from his sides and pulled himself out of bed. He struggled over to the full-length mirror in his room. He looked at himself, and was not surprised to see what he had.
He was drenched in blood.
It had been like this for the last few weeks now. He'd go to bed, and wake up, smothered in crimson liquid, without any possible explanation. He'd told his parents, of course, but they merely shrugged it off, claiming that it was a "stage" of his life, and that every young male wizard went through it. Draco smirked. His parents thought he was born yesterday. It was simply impossible that it was normal for a boy to wake up exhausted and covered in someone else's blood.
Of course, Draco never really was a normal boy. He was from one of the longest running wizarding families in England. He was a Malfoy, and he was damned well proud of it. He had sleek silver hair, and deep gray eyes. He always wore a patented Malfoy smirk, and he was certainly not afraid to shove his name around. The Malfoy name was well revered and respected, which was why the 6'2" heir to the Malfoy Throne was given almost anything he could ever want.
He was convinced that his parents were refusing to tell him something about his "blood problem." Of course, it was always a possibility that there were spies around the Manor, disguised to get the inside scoop on the wealthy family, which was what Draco decided was the reason that they never admitted that waking up bloody was an unnatural occurrence.
He mentally shrugged the situation off of his shoulders and drew himself a bath. Carefully he stepped into his large, and deep marble bathtub relaxed against the walls until the water was well above his chest. He laid his head on the hard floor of the bathroom, and closed his eyes. His muscles were sore, for an unknown reason. He picked up his hand and ran it through his hair. It stopped periodically, getting caught on small bits of blood that were caked into his long silvery locks. Stifling a shudder, Draco sank into the water and rinsed his hair clean of debris. Once he had finished, he hurried to cleanse himself and then wrapped a towel around his waist as he made his way to the door to his adjoining bedroom. He looked back.
The water was a deep crimson. He couldn't see the bottom.
Draco grumbled disgustedly and went to his bureau to get some clothing. He reached into the top drawer to get a pair of sleek, silk black boxer shorts, but pricked a finger on something sharp instead.
There, in his drawer was a long, bloody knife, and unless his hand had been cut off, there was no explanation in Draco's mind as to whose blood it was.