A/N: You guys wanted to know what happened to our battered and bruised hero, so here you go! Ginny and Draco are getting married! Yay! Please r&r!!!!

Draco's 'hell of a speech' line is from another fan fiction called Draco Sinister by Cassie Claire. You can read it if you go to schnoogle.com and look up Cassandra Claire. I have to give her full credit for this because it's one of my favourite lines! (Original line: That, and even Draco's inner voice, Harry thought, had a little bit of a drawl to it, was a hell of a speech, Potter.) So lossa credit to her and again, please r&r!!!!

Ginny slowly pushed open the door that led into the brilliantly white single room. She wasn't sure if he was awake yet, so she quietly tiptoed inside and shut the door behind her. When she looked up she smiled. Draco was awake and he was lying in the bed smiling back at her. He had his own room, courtesy of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

            " Yay, you came!" said Draco enthusiastically, although his voice was extremely croaky.

            " Of course I came, Draco. Why wouldn't I?" replied Ginny as she sat down in the chair that had been pulled up beside the bed where she had left it from the night before.

            " It's Thursday. Isn't it yours and Hermione's shopping day?"

            " So?"

            " So, why didn't you go? I thought you loved shopping."

            " Of course I love shopping," said Ginny, " but I love you more." She added, resting her hand beside his. He grasped it tightly and looked at her.

            " I love you." He said quietly.

            " I love you too." They simply looked at each other for a few moments before Draco smiled again.

            " Now what have you brought me, love? I can see your pocket bulging from here."

            Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes, but she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a magazine and handed it to him.

            " The Weekly Snitch! Thanks, Gin!"

            " No problem, sweetie. I knew you would want to be informed on absolutely everything that goes on in the world of Quidditch." Smiled Ginny.

            " You know me too well." Said Draco, with mock suspicion. Ginny laughed.

*          *            *

            " So how much longer do I have to stay here, sir?" Draco asked the Medi-Wizard that had just explained the update on his condition. " I haven't been outside in weeks."

            " Soon, Mr. Malfoy. Soon."

            " But you've been saying that for weeks! There're no windows in this room! I'm already pale as a ghost, I don't need an upgrade to albino!"

            " You won't become an albino, I can assure you of that, Mr. Malfoy." Laughed the Medi-Wizard.

            " With all do respect sir, if you looked away and I stood up against the wall, you'd never find me."

            Ginny laughed from her chair beside the bed. Draco was sitting up and becoming rather frustrated. " Exactly how much longer, sir?" She asked between giggles. " A real answer this time please. Not just 'soon.'"

            The Medi-Wizard smiled. " Two more weeks, Ms. Weasley." And he left the room.

            Draco sighed. " I can't sit here for another two weeks." He moaned. " Can you wait another two weeks? I certainly can't."

            " I would wait forever if I had to." Said Ginny, just above a whisper.

            Draco turned, leaned down and kissed her forehead before placing his own against it. " You could?" He asked quietly.

            " I would." She answered. He kissed her forehead again.

            " I guess two weeks is good then. I can handle that."

            Ginny smiled. " At least I don't have to spend two weeks in a bed." She joked.

            " Shut-up, Weasley." He joked back.

            " I wouldn't talk, Albino." She laughed as he kissed her lips.

*          *            *

            Two weeks flew by with daily visits and magazines, and soon enough, Draco was walking out of St. Mungo's, Ginny at his side.

            The plans for the wedding were decided and made within three weeks, and, to his displeasure, Draco's request for dragons was immediately denied.

            Finally the big day arrived.

            " You nervous?"

            " No Marcus, I'm just chipper." Retorted Draco, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

            " No, seriously, are you? I would be."

            " Of course I'm nervous, Flint! I'm about to marry the woman I love more than anything else in the world, and I have to do it in front of a hundred witches and wizards!"

            " Then you should be chipper."

            " What?"

            " Draco! You love her with all your heart! I know because I can never get you to shut-up about it! You should be happy to be marrying this woman in front of all those people! She's going to make you the happiest wizard alive! Walk into it with a smile! Sure, you're going to be nervous, this is it! You're going to spend the rest of your life with that witch and you're going to love it and love her as well! Now put on that devilish grin of yours, make the other witches in the audience wish they had caught you while they could, and marry Virginia Weasley."

            Draco smiled, impressed. " That," he said, " was a hell of a speech, Flint."

            " Thanks."

            " No problem. Unlike this bloody tie…"

            Flint laughed.

*          *            *

            " I'm a bloody wreck!"

            " You are not, Ginny! You look absolutely gorgeous!"

            " Hermione, I think I swallowed a broken Sneakascope…"

            " Aww… Gin," smiled Hermione. She looked beautiful in her silver dress. The bride's maids all wore silver thin-strapped dresses, but Hermione was the maid of honor, so she wore the same, but with sheer bell-sleeves.

            But none could think of comparing themselves to Ginny. Her fire-red hair was half up in a pile of curls and ringlets, while the rest was straight and sheer as glass, cascading down the bareback of a snow-white thin-strapped dress. Her veil was like a white waterfall breaking through a surface of fire. She had a large bouquet of white stargazing lilies and baby's breath. She was pacing up and down her dressing room in the tent, breathing heavily.

            " Ginny you're going to be fine. You love him don't you?" Asked Hermione.

            Ginny looked at her as if to say 'Duh!' " Of course I love him! I wouldn't be marrying him if I didn't love him!"

            " Okay! Okay! Stupid question!" Laughed Hermione.

            " Damn right!" Laughed Ginny.

            " That's the spirit! See? You're gonna be fine." Hermione smiled. " Now get your ass out there and do what you came here to do: marry a Slytherin." She said the last three words completely unenthusiastically. Ginny laughed and her best friend joined in.

*          *            *

            " Just breathe." Whispered Flint as he stood at Draco's side watching him nearly hyperventilate.

            " What the hell do you think I'm doing?!" Hissed Draco. The priest on his other side grunted in annoyance. Draco's cheeks grew slightly pink, and Flint snickered under his breath.

            They were standing outside in the snow beside a frozen riverbank. On either side of the altar was a large white tree, covered over in enchanted icicles that wouldn't melt but continued to sparkle and glitter. Before them were rows of white benches, which Hermione had cast a spell on to keep their occupants warm in the winter air, without melting the snow around them. At the end of each row, nearest the aisle, sat a wizard or witch holding a silver cage that held a snowy owl.

            The sun was shining, and the music played beautifully as Hermione took her place on the other side of the priest, a little way off to leave room for the bride.

            The music blended itself into a different tune, everyone turned and Draco felt his chest jump as his breath caught in his throat. And there she was.

            Around the corner of the last row of benches, Ginny came into view, Mr. Weasley's arm hooked with her own. She was smiling and all her attention was on Draco. She walked up the aisle slowly, the sunlight reflecting brilliantly off of the snow and ice around her as well as her veil, which fell down her back to the snowy ground at her feet.

            Forget hyperventilating, Draco wasn't breathing at all. At least, he didn't think he was. She had never looked more stunning. He thought he heard Flint whistle quietly under his breath and probably would have knocked his head off with a Beater club, but he couldn't move. He could not believe for a second that he was about to marry this vision before him.

            Ginny's chest hurt with excitement. She couldn't stop smiling. She had waited her whole life for this. When she was little she never would have imagined that she would be marrying a Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy to boot. To be honest, she had hoped to marry Harry, but that all changed when he started dating Hermione. She knew they were meant for each other and let them be. Any thought of ever being with Harry at all disappeared that day outside the little antique gift shop on High Street in Hogsmeade. For three years she had slowly fallen in love with Draco, and the accident of two months ago had confirmed it. She didn't realize how much she loved him until she nearly lost him. Now she was going to marry him and become the happiest witch ever.

            They had reached the altar. Ginny turned to face her father and Arthur leaned down to kiss her cheek in a very father-to-his-little-girl type of way. He nodded at Draco and winked and Draco smiled and returned the nod. Arthur was very reluctant to have his little girl and only daughter marry a Malfoy, but after seeing how much Draco made her happy, he decided to let it go. He now took his seat beside Molly and everyone fell silent.

            Ginny smiled at Draco and he smiled back, feeling much better than he had. Neither of them stopped smiling, broke the eye contact, or heard a word the priest said until it was time for the vows.

            The priest turned to Draco and smiled. " Go ahead, Draco."

            Draco returned the smile, took a deep breath, and looked at Ginny. " Ginny," he took another breath, " All I'm going to ask you to do, is what you've been doing all along. You're so beautiful and I can't hold this in anymore. I have to tell you what it is that won't let me go: it's your love. It does something to me. I can't get enough of it. If you ever wonder about what spell's been cast on me, it's your love. It made me better than I was, and more than I am. To think that just by taking your hand did all of this happen. You made me who I always wanted to be. Now that we're together, I'm stronger than I've ever been. I've never felt so happy."

            Ginny could feel the tears swelling up in her eyes. Draco was saying these wonderful things to her. He really did love her.

            " I've changed, and if anyone asks why," continued Draco, " all I need to do is say your beautiful name. I love you, Ginny." He smiled at her. In the front row, Narcissa was crying, along with Molly and Hermione beside Ginny. In the crowd, Lavender, Parvati, Pansy, Luna, and Blaise were crying as well.

            Ginny could now feel the tears escaping their barriers and running in shiny streams down her face. The priest now turned to her and smiled. " Virginia."

            Ginny took a long raspy breath. She looked into Draco's eyes. " Draco," she smiled, " it's not the flowers you leave on my pillow. It's not the ring I wear around my finger. I don't need anything else in the world when I'm with you, when you're here beside me. You give me wings to fly, you catch me when I fall, you'd pull the stars down from the sky just so I could make a wish on every single one. In your arms I found strength I didn't know I had. In your eyes there's always a light to guide me. Draco, I'd be lost without you. All my heart has ever wanted you made come true. You could offer me the sun or the moon, but I'd still believe you gave me everything when you gave your heart to me."

            Draco was crying now. He had said he wouldn't, but he was. He loved her so much. Oh! How he loved her!

            " But I couldn't ask for more," continued Ginny, still crying herself, " because your love is the greatest gift of all." Her voice cracked as she finished. She could barely speak for tears, but she still whispered, " I love you."

            Every woman in attendance was in tears and some of the men as well. Arthur Weasley was wiping his eyes on his cloak and smiling broader than he ever had.

            The priest looked at Draco, still smiling. " Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Virginia Anna Weasley to be your wife?"

            Draco, sniffling still, slid the small silver band onto Ginny's slim finger and looked into her eyes, smiling. " I do."

            The priest turned to Ginny. " And do you, Virginia Anna Weasley, take Draco Lucius Malfoy to be your husband?"

            Ginny, sniffling as well, slid the matching silver band onto Draco's finger and smiled at him in a way she never had. " I do."

            The priest smiled once more. " Then Draco, you may now-" but his sentence was left unfinished as silver and white Filibuster Fireworks erupted in the blue skies, snow-white owls were released from their cages, flying high among the exploding lights, and everyone in the crowd applauded and cheered. Harry, Ron, Flint and a few others let out catcalls and whistles. The priest shook his head at the young couple before him and walked into the surrounding crowd, his smile never faltering.

            Draco hadn't waited to kiss his enchanting bride.