"Going somewhere?" Ginny asked with a touch of venom in her voice.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I think the bigger question is what the hell are you doing here and why are you wearing that umm- tantalizing- gown?" he asked.

"I am here to talk to the 'King of Wankers. That would be you, by the way. The reason for my lovely apparel is because, I had to chase down the 'King of Wankers' before he did something very stupid."

"And what would that be?" Draco asked.

"Pissing me off," Ginny calmly responded.

"Really and what would this 'Wanker' be doing to piss you off?"

"Letting Harry 'I don't love him; I love you, you Git" Potter think that because you said so, I was his, free and clear. What about MY feelings, hmmm? What about how I feel? I thought you came here to woo me and win me because I am so beautiful? I thought you were in love with me? And last but not least, I thought I would, when the time came, at least get a say about whom I married! But no, instead I have a little accident and the guy I am in love with me saves me, but do I get the 'Happily ever after?' Of course not, that would be too easy. No, I get to wake up to the story that he saved me, handed me over to his arch nemesis and walk away without a "Kiss my arse."

"Ginny, it -," Draco began, but was quickly cut off.

"I am not done, love. I suggest you close that mouth. I am so not done yet and I'll let you know when I am," Ginny said with sweet words, but in a "don't mess with me" tone.

Draco wisely nodded and let Ginny continue.

"Now I am the Minister of Magic. You saved my life. You will not be sent to Azkaban prison. That, Draco, was the solution to problem number one. Next you will be unpacking those clothes. Then you will be taking a seat on that chair. That will solve problem number two."

"Oh I will, will I?" Draco asked with his trademark smirk. However, Ginny noticed that he was unpacking. Ginny simply quirked an eyebrow and watched his unpacking. Once he was done unpacking, it was with great pride that Ginny realized Draco had sat in the chair just as she had ordered. She shrugged to herself; maybe she did have a good grasp of the "authority figure" stereotype.

"Well?" Draco asked from the chair. His left leg crossed casually over his right, looking far better than should be legally allowed.

"Did I tell you that you could speak?"

"No, but-," again Draco was cut off by Ginny's intense glare.

"Then keep quiet. Now for problem number three…" Ginny said.

Ginny, gathering her courage from Merlin knew where, sauntered over to Draco and uncrossed his legs. Then she proceeded to crawl onto Draco's lap. Her knees wrapped around his body and lodged on either side of his hips. She ran her fingers through his hair and gave it a good mussing. His hair was now standing up in a million different directions and he had NEVER looked sexier. Ginny smiled to herself at her accomplishment.

"I've wanted to do that for quite a while," Ginny assured the shocked Draco. She then pulled his head close to hers and gave him a sound kissing, tongues met briefly and flicked against the other. Ginny teasingly retracted hers only to find it being soundly sucked back into dueling with the other.

He tasted like pumpkin spices: cloves, cinnamon, etc. And it tasted good. Ginny moaned and pulled him closer. She also realized that Draco was now in charge of this "discussion" and she liked it that way.

They continued that way for a few more seconds until they simultaneously pulled back for air.

"So are you staying?" Ginny asked, taking deep breaths.

"Hell yeah," Draco said as he pulled her close again for another soul searing kiss.

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"Hi Ginny," Harry said as he entered her room at the Burrow.

"Hi Harry," Ginny retorted as she walked over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy?" Harry asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes! You?" Ginny asked with a smirk.

"Yes, I am. I guess I owe you for re-introducing me to your friend."

"You owe me big, Harry "I told you Luna Lovegood was made for you!" Potter.

They both gave loud chuckles and hugged the other tightly.

"Ready to go get married?" Harry asked.

"More than you could imagine," Ginny assured him.

"I just want you to be happy, Ginny. You know that, right?"

"I do, and I am. I love you, Harry, but like a brother. Now go get Luna and sit close to the front. I have a surprise for Draco during the wedding and I wouldn't want you to miss it."

"Really, what is it?"

"Ahhh-ahhh that would be telling, now go," she said in her 'I mean it' voice.

Harry just shook his head, gave her a brief kiss on the cheek and went to find Luna.

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"And now Witches and Wizards, the soon-to-be Mrs. Malfoy has a gift for her husband."

Draco turned to Ginny with a silent question in his eyes. Ginny smirked and gave him a nonchalant shrug.

Out of nowhere, a Leprechaun appeared, cleared his throat and then he began to sing,

"He has hair of gold, white and bright that shimmers in the pale, moonlight.

His eyes are silver and hard to read, but can make me feel secure and oh so right!

Today I make him mine. And I have always been his. I wonder what he thinks of this.

If he knows what is good for him, he'll kiss the bride and forget all about getting pissed."

"That was goofy, you know?" Draco whispered in her ear as they walked down the aisle as husband and wife.

"Yes, I just wanted to nip any possibilities of a future fight in the bud."

"Huh?"

"Now you can't ever say that I have embarrassed myself more for your arch nemesis than you…"

Draco threw back his head and laughed, "I love you, Ginny Malfoy."