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be bold will have a star next to them, like the A/N over there. Anything
that is a thought or are words of a song will have 'one quote' around them.
Another thing, FOR ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN OR READ "A Walk To
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**DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling, Nicholas Sparks, Warner Bros. = almost all of this. Me = nada
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A Walk To Remember
At Beaujon's Pub
Ginny Weasley, the feisty and poor redhead, and Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret. Who would've thought? Other than Leslie Croft and Tony Gohsler, of course. Ron was furious, he yelled at Ginny for hours, telling her it was wrong and "HOW COULD YOU GO WITH A BASTARD LIKE HIM?!" when all she would say calmly was, "He loves me." Ron of course thought that was just a load of bull and that Malfoy must have put a spell on his little sister. Harry and Hermione tried to calm him down, even though they were confused as well. What had gotten into Malfoy, and most importantly, what had gotten into Ginny? They gave up after a while, noticing that their protests weren't going anywhere.
Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle, and all of the other Slytherins and Kanzords wondered what had gotten into Draco. But of each and every one of them, Blaise was the only one who understood. How many times had he fallen asleep at night listening to him talking about the youngest Weasley? How many times had he watched him look at her? It was still ridiculous how that could even happen but he accepted it non-the-less.
For weeks, students from Hogwarts and SAWWA asked them questions how it came to be that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor got together. It just wasn't right. Ginny got sick of it, and ran to the person she knew who had been through the same crisis almost a year ago: Leslie. It was Saturday night and the others were asleep. Ginny got out of bed and went to Leslie's room and knocked on the door. She knew she was still up-light was coming from the bottom of the door.
"Come in," a voice replied, in barely a whisper.
Ginny walked in and shut the door quietly. Leslie was at her desk, writing on some parchment. Ginny guessed she was going to send out an owl, since Leslie's owl was on her desk as well, next to the lamp. "Leslie...can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Yes, hold on." Leslie added some finishing touches on her letter, tied it on her owl, and sent it out the window. She walked to the bed and motioned Ginny to sit next to her. "What's wrong?"
Ginny took a deep breath and sat down next to Leslie. "It's about Draco, and me," she said slowly.
Leslie grinned. "I thought I would see you soon about that." Ginny turned pink. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. He's nice when he wants to be.though that's pretty rare, but he's nice and sweet around you. And he's pretty hot, don't get me wrong. But you're not here to hear that. You want to know how I went through the exact same situation?"
Ginny nodded. "You and Tony, you're like me and Draco, only society has accepted it now. It's just a major shocker for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to see each other. Why can't they just forget the Houses we're in!" She slammed her fist on the nearest pillow.
Leslie smiled a little. "You're right. A Tobblestodson and a Kanzord is odd. But after a while of people asking us what was going on, if it was a bet or a dare, and friends telling us to break up, we never did. Some still don't accept it, but now we know they really aren't our friends. Some don't agree with it, but they'll try their best to be nice around us. They never say anything bad about the other when one of us isn't around. It just takes some time."
Ginny looked down. "How long was 'a while?'"
Leslie looked up. She tended to do that when she was trying to remember something. "A few weeks. A month at the most."
Ginny goggled. "When did they accept it? Your friends, I mean."
"Accepted that we go out and no one will ruin it for us? Or accept it as in they don't say anything mean about the other?"
"Both."
"Well, it was much longer than a month. But Marie convinced them to shut up and accept it 'CAUSE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN!'" Leslie mimicked Marie Marks's shouting voice. "Marie's the best. Sometimes she'll be worse on her sarcasm around Tony, but that's fine. They both love playing around like that. It was their favorite past time. Can't ruin that, now can we?"
"Yeah," Ginny nodded. She wished she had a friend like Marie. 'Wait...I do. Hermione. But even Hermione hasn't accepted it yet.' "How long did it take Marie to get used to the fact that you and Tony liked each other?"
"Almost a week after everyone was hyped up about us as an 'item', I think." Leslie scrunched her face, thinking, then nodded.
"Oh." Ginny really wished Hermione would yell at Harry and her brother like Marie did to her friends. Hey, if the famous Harry Potter and his Dream Team got used to the fact that Ginny and Draco were boyfriend/girlfriend, then maybe the rest would follow? 'Highly unlikely,' she thought, 'but there's still a chance, I guess.'
After a while, Ginny thanked Leslie and went back to bed. She wished everyone would forget Gryffindor and Slytherin, rich and poor, and just look at Draco the way she did. Then-and maybe then-would they realize what she saw.
* Draco and Blaise in Babb's Potion Class *
"So," Blaise poured in some wolf bane, "how are you and Ginny?"
Draco sighed, getting tired of the question. But Blaise was his best friend. Not Crabbe and Goyle. 'They're stupid and lazy and..stupid.' "Fine. Why?"
Blaise shrugged. "Just wondering. Are you going to do anything special? I heard from Ron-" Draco shot him a look. "I was eavesdropping." Draco continued back with his potion, listening. "Anyway, I heard from Ron that her birthday was coming up soon."
"Why would Weasley be talking about his sister's birthday?" Draco asked. (A/N I don't know when Ginny's b-day is. I do know Ron's is in March. Let's make hers in late Feb./early March as well!)
"He said to Potter, 'I hope Draco doesn't ruin Ginny's birthday. I hope they'll be NOTHING by then. It's coming up soon. If he does anything to hurt her I'll punch his face in and kick him in the groin and then hex him!' I tell you, Ron has some strong anger problems." Blaise shook his head and added some beetle legs.
Draco only nodded. He was watching his potion fizz and bubble.
Blaise looked at him. "Hey, Draco." Draco snapped out of his daze. "Aren't you going to do something? You know, to make her feel special?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Draco snapped. Blaise looked taken aback. "Sorry. It's just everyone asking about us, it's making me-"
"Feel bitchy and even more of a git than usual?" Blaise finished.
"No, but I was aiming that direction."
Blaise punched Draco's shoulder. Draco smirked. "If anyone pisses you off more, I'll kick their ass." Draco scowled. "I mean, you could do it by yourself but I-"
Draco laughed. "It's okay." Draco started back to his potion, which was boiling over a bit. "To answer your question, I am doing something for her birthday." He paused. Blaise waved his hand, urging him to continue. "I'm taking her back to London for a while, and taking her to the best restaurant."
Blaise's dark eyes went wide. "To Beaujon's?" Beaujon's (Byou-schon...it's French) Pub was the richest pub in the magical city of London.
Draco nodded.
"Are you sure you have enough money?"
Draco gave him the 'Why would you ask a Malfoy that question?' look. Blaise took that as a yes and they continued on with their potion, earning high marks from Ms. Babb.
* Ginny's Birthday *
(Ginny's POV) Draco told me that he was taking me somewhere special on my birthday. I told Ron that, and he blew up on me. Again. Typical of him now. Harry and Hermione have gotten over the fact that Draco and I have a relationship and are pretty okay about it, so they tried calming Ron down. I told them I would leave with Draco at around five and I would be back in two, three hours tops. After that I would spend time with them. Ron asked where we were going and I told him I didn't know. I really didn't. Draco never told me; he said it would be a surprise.
I went shopping with Hermione and Leslie in the magical area of Salem. It's a lot like Hogsmeade, only much larger. We went into one particular store with prom gowns with robes attached and such. They looked a lot like dress robes from back home. I told them I didn't want anything too fancy or too expensive, since I was already running out of my savings. So we looked around and found a beautiful midnight blue skirt with silver and gold hemming. I wanted that and this one dark blue blouse to go along with it. So we bought it and left to do some shopping for (number two on our list) candy and extra school supplies. Then we went home.
I tried on the skirt and blouse and loved it. It wasn't too fancy and it wasn't too plain. It was exactly how I wanted it. I decided to put my hair up in a bun (A/N again, not the ballerina type buns, those buns that teen girls wear...) and curl the loose hairs around my face. I put on some makeup, and fumbled through my suitcase for a dark blue or black robe to wear over my blouse. Again, I didn't know where we were going at all.
We decided to meet on the Croft front porch. I got out there, and my mouth dropped. Draco was wearing a suit and a black wizard robe, yes, but his hair was tousled just how almost every girl liked it and he looked...much older. And handsome. Wow.
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(Draco's POV) Whoa. She stepped out of the door and all I could think was 'whoa.' She was STUNNING! I never thought she could look more amazing, and I was proven wrong. I guess she thought the same about me, though what's so amazing about a black suit? Still, we were probably staring at each other for the longest time until she shuffled her feet.
She looked up shyly at me. "So...where are you taking me?"
I smirked. "You'll find out soon." I held out my hand and she took it. I lead her to the edge of the neighborhood where the gate entrance was. She let go of my hand when I looked for the flower petal next to the stonewall of the gate. I found it and held it up. "Put your fingers on it."
She did. And in the next second, the feeling like something was pulling at the back of our neck, sucking us through, our feet left the ground. If some Muggle were watching, they would've seen to teenagers touching a flower petal and disappearing in a flash of light.
A few seconds later, we landed feet on the ground across the street from Beaujon's Pub in magical London. Witches and wizards bustled about the streets, going to work or getting home from work. It took her a while for her eyes to focus. Then she looked in the same direction I was looking. Her eyes went wide.
"Beaujon's? Don't you know how much that costs??" Her voice was barely a whisper. I couldn't tell if it was soft from excitement or soft from shock, or both.
"Yes." I took her hand and we crossed the street to the front of the restaurant. We went up a few flights of stairs, and then came to the floor I reserved us on. The usher asked for the reserved name and then took us to our seats. We got one of the best views of the city from where we were.
"Draco," Ginny said as she unfolded her napkin, "this is all great and everything, but are you sure we can afford it?"
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
She nodded. "At least this isn't one of those restaurants where they come and sing 'Happy Birthday' and embarrass you." We laughed.
"I would never have that happen."
The waiter came and asked for any drinks, and then left. As she glanced down at the menu, Ginny spoke again. "Have you been here before?"
"Only once." I didn't want to go any further. It was when my father became the Dark Lord's right hand man. Wow, what a great thing to celebrate on...not. Ginny nodded and seemed to understand that I didn't want to press it any further.
A while later, the waiter came back and asked for our orders. He asked Ginny first. I was about to take an order for her, when she spoke to the waiter fluently in French. He nodded then asked for mine. I gave it to him, and then he left with the menus.
Ginny looked up. "You can shut your mouth now. A bug might fly in." I shut my mouth abruptly. I was about to ask how she knew French when she seemed to answer after reading my mind. "Fleur taught me. She's my sister-in-law now. She married my oldest brother, Bill."
"Ah, okay."
Salads then the main course arrived. We ate while we talked, about any random thing. Every once in a while we would bicker over something and then laugh about it later. We can't stop something we used to always do. It's just not possible. The waiter came by again and told us our deserts would be arriving a little later than normal. So we sat, and stared at each other.
Or, at least, I was staring at Ginny. She was looking past my face, to something behind me. I turned around in my seat and saw that she was staring at the dance floor with a few couples slow dancing under the light. I turned back around and faced her.
She had that look in her eyes. The look that said she wanted to ask me to do something she wanted to do. She looked at me curiously. "Let's dance."
I shook my head. "Ah, no. No, I don't dance. I mean I can't dance."
"Oh come on," she gave me the lost puppy-dog sad eyes. "For me?"
I bit my lip. I hate it when she does that. Pretty soon, we ended up on the dance floor, dancing to the music, Ginny in my arms. There were a lot of older people in the room. I would bet anything-even my Nimbus 2001! -that they were thinking back to when they were young while they were watching us.
* Back on the Croft Porch *
(3rd person POV) Ginny and Draco arrived back at the front of the neighborhood, by the gate. They walked home, hand in hand. Ginny was smiling. She couldn't believe that Draco would spend all of that money for her, just to make her happy and feel special. Well that was his goal, right? And he accomplished it very well.
They arrived at the porch of the white Croft house. They stood, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Then Draco cupped Ginny's cheek, titled her head up, and bent down to kiss her. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, pouring as much of her emotion into it as he was. Before he got too lost in her, he pushed away. "Happy Birthday, Ginny." Draco kissed her cheek, and walked to Tony's.
Ginny smiled and turned to open the door. As she walked through, she turned slightly to see Draco walking away, and then stepped into Leslie's home, a party from her friends awaiting inside.
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**A/N: YAY! Ok another chapter done. Did you like it? In the next chapter, Draco discovers something. What is it? And will their friends accept them now? (I would count how many times I typed the word 'accept' in here, but I'm too tired to. lol so sorry if I bored you with that). =) REVIEW! (=
**DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling, Nicholas Sparks, Warner Bros. = almost all of this. Me = nada
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A Walk To Remember
At Beaujon's Pub
Ginny Weasley, the feisty and poor redhead, and Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret. Who would've thought? Other than Leslie Croft and Tony Gohsler, of course. Ron was furious, he yelled at Ginny for hours, telling her it was wrong and "HOW COULD YOU GO WITH A BASTARD LIKE HIM?!" when all she would say calmly was, "He loves me." Ron of course thought that was just a load of bull and that Malfoy must have put a spell on his little sister. Harry and Hermione tried to calm him down, even though they were confused as well. What had gotten into Malfoy, and most importantly, what had gotten into Ginny? They gave up after a while, noticing that their protests weren't going anywhere.
Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle, and all of the other Slytherins and Kanzords wondered what had gotten into Draco. But of each and every one of them, Blaise was the only one who understood. How many times had he fallen asleep at night listening to him talking about the youngest Weasley? How many times had he watched him look at her? It was still ridiculous how that could even happen but he accepted it non-the-less.
For weeks, students from Hogwarts and SAWWA asked them questions how it came to be that a Slytherin and a Gryffindor got together. It just wasn't right. Ginny got sick of it, and ran to the person she knew who had been through the same crisis almost a year ago: Leslie. It was Saturday night and the others were asleep. Ginny got out of bed and went to Leslie's room and knocked on the door. She knew she was still up-light was coming from the bottom of the door.
"Come in," a voice replied, in barely a whisper.
Ginny walked in and shut the door quietly. Leslie was at her desk, writing on some parchment. Ginny guessed she was going to send out an owl, since Leslie's owl was on her desk as well, next to the lamp. "Leslie...can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Yes, hold on." Leslie added some finishing touches on her letter, tied it on her owl, and sent it out the window. She walked to the bed and motioned Ginny to sit next to her. "What's wrong?"
Ginny took a deep breath and sat down next to Leslie. "It's about Draco, and me," she said slowly.
Leslie grinned. "I thought I would see you soon about that." Ginny turned pink. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. He's nice when he wants to be.though that's pretty rare, but he's nice and sweet around you. And he's pretty hot, don't get me wrong. But you're not here to hear that. You want to know how I went through the exact same situation?"
Ginny nodded. "You and Tony, you're like me and Draco, only society has accepted it now. It's just a major shocker for a Gryffindor and a Slytherin to see each other. Why can't they just forget the Houses we're in!" She slammed her fist on the nearest pillow.
Leslie smiled a little. "You're right. A Tobblestodson and a Kanzord is odd. But after a while of people asking us what was going on, if it was a bet or a dare, and friends telling us to break up, we never did. Some still don't accept it, but now we know they really aren't our friends. Some don't agree with it, but they'll try their best to be nice around us. They never say anything bad about the other when one of us isn't around. It just takes some time."
Ginny looked down. "How long was 'a while?'"
Leslie looked up. She tended to do that when she was trying to remember something. "A few weeks. A month at the most."
Ginny goggled. "When did they accept it? Your friends, I mean."
"Accepted that we go out and no one will ruin it for us? Or accept it as in they don't say anything mean about the other?"
"Both."
"Well, it was much longer than a month. But Marie convinced them to shut up and accept it 'CAUSE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN!'" Leslie mimicked Marie Marks's shouting voice. "Marie's the best. Sometimes she'll be worse on her sarcasm around Tony, but that's fine. They both love playing around like that. It was their favorite past time. Can't ruin that, now can we?"
"Yeah," Ginny nodded. She wished she had a friend like Marie. 'Wait...I do. Hermione. But even Hermione hasn't accepted it yet.' "How long did it take Marie to get used to the fact that you and Tony liked each other?"
"Almost a week after everyone was hyped up about us as an 'item', I think." Leslie scrunched her face, thinking, then nodded.
"Oh." Ginny really wished Hermione would yell at Harry and her brother like Marie did to her friends. Hey, if the famous Harry Potter and his Dream Team got used to the fact that Ginny and Draco were boyfriend/girlfriend, then maybe the rest would follow? 'Highly unlikely,' she thought, 'but there's still a chance, I guess.'
After a while, Ginny thanked Leslie and went back to bed. She wished everyone would forget Gryffindor and Slytherin, rich and poor, and just look at Draco the way she did. Then-and maybe then-would they realize what she saw.
* Draco and Blaise in Babb's Potion Class *
"So," Blaise poured in some wolf bane, "how are you and Ginny?"
Draco sighed, getting tired of the question. But Blaise was his best friend. Not Crabbe and Goyle. 'They're stupid and lazy and..stupid.' "Fine. Why?"
Blaise shrugged. "Just wondering. Are you going to do anything special? I heard from Ron-" Draco shot him a look. "I was eavesdropping." Draco continued back with his potion, listening. "Anyway, I heard from Ron that her birthday was coming up soon."
"Why would Weasley be talking about his sister's birthday?" Draco asked. (A/N I don't know when Ginny's b-day is. I do know Ron's is in March. Let's make hers in late Feb./early March as well!)
"He said to Potter, 'I hope Draco doesn't ruin Ginny's birthday. I hope they'll be NOTHING by then. It's coming up soon. If he does anything to hurt her I'll punch his face in and kick him in the groin and then hex him!' I tell you, Ron has some strong anger problems." Blaise shook his head and added some beetle legs.
Draco only nodded. He was watching his potion fizz and bubble.
Blaise looked at him. "Hey, Draco." Draco snapped out of his daze. "Aren't you going to do something? You know, to make her feel special?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Draco snapped. Blaise looked taken aback. "Sorry. It's just everyone asking about us, it's making me-"
"Feel bitchy and even more of a git than usual?" Blaise finished.
"No, but I was aiming that direction."
Blaise punched Draco's shoulder. Draco smirked. "If anyone pisses you off more, I'll kick their ass." Draco scowled. "I mean, you could do it by yourself but I-"
Draco laughed. "It's okay." Draco started back to his potion, which was boiling over a bit. "To answer your question, I am doing something for her birthday." He paused. Blaise waved his hand, urging him to continue. "I'm taking her back to London for a while, and taking her to the best restaurant."
Blaise's dark eyes went wide. "To Beaujon's?" Beaujon's (Byou-schon...it's French) Pub was the richest pub in the magical city of London.
Draco nodded.
"Are you sure you have enough money?"
Draco gave him the 'Why would you ask a Malfoy that question?' look. Blaise took that as a yes and they continued on with their potion, earning high marks from Ms. Babb.
* Ginny's Birthday *
(Ginny's POV) Draco told me that he was taking me somewhere special on my birthday. I told Ron that, and he blew up on me. Again. Typical of him now. Harry and Hermione have gotten over the fact that Draco and I have a relationship and are pretty okay about it, so they tried calming Ron down. I told them I would leave with Draco at around five and I would be back in two, three hours tops. After that I would spend time with them. Ron asked where we were going and I told him I didn't know. I really didn't. Draco never told me; he said it would be a surprise.
I went shopping with Hermione and Leslie in the magical area of Salem. It's a lot like Hogsmeade, only much larger. We went into one particular store with prom gowns with robes attached and such. They looked a lot like dress robes from back home. I told them I didn't want anything too fancy or too expensive, since I was already running out of my savings. So we looked around and found a beautiful midnight blue skirt with silver and gold hemming. I wanted that and this one dark blue blouse to go along with it. So we bought it and left to do some shopping for (number two on our list) candy and extra school supplies. Then we went home.
I tried on the skirt and blouse and loved it. It wasn't too fancy and it wasn't too plain. It was exactly how I wanted it. I decided to put my hair up in a bun (A/N again, not the ballerina type buns, those buns that teen girls wear...) and curl the loose hairs around my face. I put on some makeup, and fumbled through my suitcase for a dark blue or black robe to wear over my blouse. Again, I didn't know where we were going at all.
We decided to meet on the Croft front porch. I got out there, and my mouth dropped. Draco was wearing a suit and a black wizard robe, yes, but his hair was tousled just how almost every girl liked it and he looked...much older. And handsome. Wow.
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(Draco's POV) Whoa. She stepped out of the door and all I could think was 'whoa.' She was STUNNING! I never thought she could look more amazing, and I was proven wrong. I guess she thought the same about me, though what's so amazing about a black suit? Still, we were probably staring at each other for the longest time until she shuffled her feet.
She looked up shyly at me. "So...where are you taking me?"
I smirked. "You'll find out soon." I held out my hand and she took it. I lead her to the edge of the neighborhood where the gate entrance was. She let go of my hand when I looked for the flower petal next to the stonewall of the gate. I found it and held it up. "Put your fingers on it."
She did. And in the next second, the feeling like something was pulling at the back of our neck, sucking us through, our feet left the ground. If some Muggle were watching, they would've seen to teenagers touching a flower petal and disappearing in a flash of light.
A few seconds later, we landed feet on the ground across the street from Beaujon's Pub in magical London. Witches and wizards bustled about the streets, going to work or getting home from work. It took her a while for her eyes to focus. Then she looked in the same direction I was looking. Her eyes went wide.
"Beaujon's? Don't you know how much that costs??" Her voice was barely a whisper. I couldn't tell if it was soft from excitement or soft from shock, or both.
"Yes." I took her hand and we crossed the street to the front of the restaurant. We went up a few flights of stairs, and then came to the floor I reserved us on. The usher asked for the reserved name and then took us to our seats. We got one of the best views of the city from where we were.
"Draco," Ginny said as she unfolded her napkin, "this is all great and everything, but are you sure we can afford it?"
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
She nodded. "At least this isn't one of those restaurants where they come and sing 'Happy Birthday' and embarrass you." We laughed.
"I would never have that happen."
The waiter came and asked for any drinks, and then left. As she glanced down at the menu, Ginny spoke again. "Have you been here before?"
"Only once." I didn't want to go any further. It was when my father became the Dark Lord's right hand man. Wow, what a great thing to celebrate on...not. Ginny nodded and seemed to understand that I didn't want to press it any further.
A while later, the waiter came back and asked for our orders. He asked Ginny first. I was about to take an order for her, when she spoke to the waiter fluently in French. He nodded then asked for mine. I gave it to him, and then he left with the menus.
Ginny looked up. "You can shut your mouth now. A bug might fly in." I shut my mouth abruptly. I was about to ask how she knew French when she seemed to answer after reading my mind. "Fleur taught me. She's my sister-in-law now. She married my oldest brother, Bill."
"Ah, okay."
Salads then the main course arrived. We ate while we talked, about any random thing. Every once in a while we would bicker over something and then laugh about it later. We can't stop something we used to always do. It's just not possible. The waiter came by again and told us our deserts would be arriving a little later than normal. So we sat, and stared at each other.
Or, at least, I was staring at Ginny. She was looking past my face, to something behind me. I turned around in my seat and saw that she was staring at the dance floor with a few couples slow dancing under the light. I turned back around and faced her.
She had that look in her eyes. The look that said she wanted to ask me to do something she wanted to do. She looked at me curiously. "Let's dance."
I shook my head. "Ah, no. No, I don't dance. I mean I can't dance."
"Oh come on," she gave me the lost puppy-dog sad eyes. "For me?"
I bit my lip. I hate it when she does that. Pretty soon, we ended up on the dance floor, dancing to the music, Ginny in my arms. There were a lot of older people in the room. I would bet anything-even my Nimbus 2001! -that they were thinking back to when they were young while they were watching us.
* Back on the Croft Porch *
(3rd person POV) Ginny and Draco arrived back at the front of the neighborhood, by the gate. They walked home, hand in hand. Ginny was smiling. She couldn't believe that Draco would spend all of that money for her, just to make her happy and feel special. Well that was his goal, right? And he accomplished it very well.
They arrived at the porch of the white Croft house. They stood, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Then Draco cupped Ginny's cheek, titled her head up, and bent down to kiss her. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, pouring as much of her emotion into it as he was. Before he got too lost in her, he pushed away. "Happy Birthday, Ginny." Draco kissed her cheek, and walked to Tony's.
Ginny smiled and turned to open the door. As she walked through, she turned slightly to see Draco walking away, and then stepped into Leslie's home, a party from her friends awaiting inside.
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**A/N: YAY! Ok another chapter done. Did you like it? In the next chapter, Draco discovers something. What is it? And will their friends accept them now? (I would count how many times I typed the word 'accept' in here, but I'm too tired to. lol so sorry if I bored you with that). =) REVIEW! (=