Something Tells Me You're The One
By Roni Black
Chapter Twelve - Final
Mr. Weasley had come back from the Ministry of Magic about an hour before everyone left the house.
"Well?" said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes wide open. "Have you managed convincing them about Lucius Malfoy?"
"Of course I did," sighed Mr. Weasley, sitting down near the table. "It's not news that he's a criminal, everybody knows that. But the real problem was convincing them to put him in prison now. They're too afraid of him."
"So did you or did you not convince them about that, Arthur?" asked Narcissa worriedly.
"At first I really didn't," said Mr. Weasley. "I talked to tons of people, and they all agreed he should be put in prison, but nobody would actually go and take him there. So eventually I had no choice, but to go straight to Dumbledore."
Narcissa was even more worried now. She knew Dumbledore had been elected lately for the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, but she also knew he was very busy, for he was still Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Did he have time for a meeting with you?" wondered Mrs. Weasley.
"Of course he didn't," said Mr. Weasley, "I had to go through tons of secretaries who kept telling me he was too busy and didn't allow me to meet him. Eventually one of them was nice enough to tell me he wasn't even at the Ministry at the moment but in Hogwarts, so I had to go there if I wanted to talk to him. I said I wouldn't go all the way to Hogwarts without knowing he would talk to me, so the secretary agreed to send him an owl and ask him."
"And...?" Narcissa urged.
"I waited another two hours before Dumbledore reacted. He didn't owl back - he came to the Ministry himself, he knew I wouldn't interrupt him for something unimportant. I told him the whole story."
"Don't stop at the interesting places!" cried Mrs. Weasley when her husband stopped to breathe air, "Go on and tell us! What did he say? What did he do?"
"He tried to send people to take Lucius to Azkaban, but of course everybody was suddenly very busy," said Mr. Weasley tiredly. "Eventually he understood he doesn't have any choice, so he wrote to Minerva McGonagall and they both went to get him."
"And?"
"Lucius is in Azakaban now," said Mr. Weasley, and finally a big smile spread on his face. "In the most well-kept wing of Azkaban."
Narcissa took a long breath, then hugged Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The wedding was very small: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Narcissa, Bill, Allison, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and, of course, Ginny and Draco themselves. But as small as it was, the happiness was above imagination.
They were having the wedding at a big garden, with Ginny, Draco and the priest in the front, near a big, beautiful fountain, and the others sitting on chairs, watching.
Draco and Ginny held hands during the entire ceremony, and said "I do" in such determination and confidence, that everybody felt ashamed for not approving of this marriage in the first place. Mrs. Weasley and Narcissa sobbed loudly, Hermione was crying softly into her handkerchief, and even in some of the others' eyes there was a suspicious twinkle.
When the priest said to Draco: "You may kiss the bride," and as Draco leaned in and kissed Ginny softly on her lips, almost everybody was crying happy tears. But then something made them stop crying and look fearfully around - a noise, like a huge explosion, was coming from the trees.
A second later the sky seemed to go on fire. Then everybody saw it wasn't fire, but hundreds of magical fireworks, shaped to look like roses and hearts, and then - everybody oohed and aahed - the fireworks created the shapes of a bride and groom. The bride had long, red hair. The broom, who was kissing the bride, had blonde hair. Ginny and Draco, obviously.
"Who's doing this?" cried Ginny in amazement. "This is so beautiful," she murmured to Draco, who was staring, wide-eyes, at the sky. Ginny looked around, searching for someone with his wand out, making the fireworks create all those lovely forms, but everybody else was gazing at the sky, looking amazed.
Ginny turned to look at the fireworks again. Now they were different: they had created big, colorful letters. Ginny's mouth dropped open as she silently read the words:
GINNY, FORGIVE US. WE WISH YOU ALL THE BEST. LOVE, YOUR BROTHERS, FRED AND GEORGE.
Ginny lowered her eyes to the trees. Two dark figures were standing there, but even from the distance, she could see their burning red hair.
She began to run towards them, as they ran towards her as well. A few seconds later, Fred, George and Ginny were all hugging each other happily.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Five hours later...
"Can you believe it? We're married." Ginny smiled. They were lying in each other's arms on Draco's double bed in the Malfoy Manor.
Draco smiled back and kissed her. "Nothing in the world could have made me happier, Ginny."
"I'm Ginny Malfoy now," said Ginny. "I'll have to get used to it."
"I'm sure you'll have no problem whatsoever. We'll go back to work in St. Mungo's next week?"
"Yes. We deserve a honeymoon."
"You know what?" said Draco, "Some people say the honeymoon is the happiest period of marriage. But I somehow have a feeling it won't be that way in our case."
"I seem to share this feeling..."
"I love you."
"Love you too." And their lips connected in a kiss, a kiss that reflected all of their big, eternal love.
THE END
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Whoa! I finished it, can you believe it? Wow, was that fun to write. I liked your reviews, thank you so much! I'd love to read more!
Again, if you have any ideas for another fanfic you'd like me to write, please let me know!
Love you all,
Roni Black.
By Roni Black
Chapter Twelve - Final
Mr. Weasley had come back from the Ministry of Magic about an hour before everyone left the house.
"Well?" said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes wide open. "Have you managed convincing them about Lucius Malfoy?"
"Of course I did," sighed Mr. Weasley, sitting down near the table. "It's not news that he's a criminal, everybody knows that. But the real problem was convincing them to put him in prison now. They're too afraid of him."
"So did you or did you not convince them about that, Arthur?" asked Narcissa worriedly.
"At first I really didn't," said Mr. Weasley. "I talked to tons of people, and they all agreed he should be put in prison, but nobody would actually go and take him there. So eventually I had no choice, but to go straight to Dumbledore."
Narcissa was even more worried now. She knew Dumbledore had been elected lately for the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, but she also knew he was very busy, for he was still Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Did he have time for a meeting with you?" wondered Mrs. Weasley.
"Of course he didn't," said Mr. Weasley, "I had to go through tons of secretaries who kept telling me he was too busy and didn't allow me to meet him. Eventually one of them was nice enough to tell me he wasn't even at the Ministry at the moment but in Hogwarts, so I had to go there if I wanted to talk to him. I said I wouldn't go all the way to Hogwarts without knowing he would talk to me, so the secretary agreed to send him an owl and ask him."
"And...?" Narcissa urged.
"I waited another two hours before Dumbledore reacted. He didn't owl back - he came to the Ministry himself, he knew I wouldn't interrupt him for something unimportant. I told him the whole story."
"Don't stop at the interesting places!" cried Mrs. Weasley when her husband stopped to breathe air, "Go on and tell us! What did he say? What did he do?"
"He tried to send people to take Lucius to Azkaban, but of course everybody was suddenly very busy," said Mr. Weasley tiredly. "Eventually he understood he doesn't have any choice, so he wrote to Minerva McGonagall and they both went to get him."
"And?"
"Lucius is in Azakaban now," said Mr. Weasley, and finally a big smile spread on his face. "In the most well-kept wing of Azkaban."
Narcissa took a long breath, then hugged Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The wedding was very small: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Narcissa, Bill, Allison, Charlie, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and, of course, Ginny and Draco themselves. But as small as it was, the happiness was above imagination.
They were having the wedding at a big garden, with Ginny, Draco and the priest in the front, near a big, beautiful fountain, and the others sitting on chairs, watching.
Draco and Ginny held hands during the entire ceremony, and said "I do" in such determination and confidence, that everybody felt ashamed for not approving of this marriage in the first place. Mrs. Weasley and Narcissa sobbed loudly, Hermione was crying softly into her handkerchief, and even in some of the others' eyes there was a suspicious twinkle.
When the priest said to Draco: "You may kiss the bride," and as Draco leaned in and kissed Ginny softly on her lips, almost everybody was crying happy tears. But then something made them stop crying and look fearfully around - a noise, like a huge explosion, was coming from the trees.
A second later the sky seemed to go on fire. Then everybody saw it wasn't fire, but hundreds of magical fireworks, shaped to look like roses and hearts, and then - everybody oohed and aahed - the fireworks created the shapes of a bride and groom. The bride had long, red hair. The broom, who was kissing the bride, had blonde hair. Ginny and Draco, obviously.
"Who's doing this?" cried Ginny in amazement. "This is so beautiful," she murmured to Draco, who was staring, wide-eyes, at the sky. Ginny looked around, searching for someone with his wand out, making the fireworks create all those lovely forms, but everybody else was gazing at the sky, looking amazed.
Ginny turned to look at the fireworks again. Now they were different: they had created big, colorful letters. Ginny's mouth dropped open as she silently read the words:
GINNY, FORGIVE US. WE WISH YOU ALL THE BEST. LOVE, YOUR BROTHERS, FRED AND GEORGE.
Ginny lowered her eyes to the trees. Two dark figures were standing there, but even from the distance, she could see their burning red hair.
She began to run towards them, as they ran towards her as well. A few seconds later, Fred, George and Ginny were all hugging each other happily.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Five hours later...
"Can you believe it? We're married." Ginny smiled. They were lying in each other's arms on Draco's double bed in the Malfoy Manor.
Draco smiled back and kissed her. "Nothing in the world could have made me happier, Ginny."
"I'm Ginny Malfoy now," said Ginny. "I'll have to get used to it."
"I'm sure you'll have no problem whatsoever. We'll go back to work in St. Mungo's next week?"
"Yes. We deserve a honeymoon."
"You know what?" said Draco, "Some people say the honeymoon is the happiest period of marriage. But I somehow have a feeling it won't be that way in our case."
"I seem to share this feeling..."
"I love you."
"Love you too." And their lips connected in a kiss, a kiss that reflected all of their big, eternal love.
THE END
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Whoa! I finished it, can you believe it? Wow, was that fun to write. I liked your reviews, thank you so much! I'd love to read more!
Again, if you have any ideas for another fanfic you'd like me to write, please let me know!
Love you all,
Roni Black.
