Hermoine sucked in a deep breath. She hadn't been this nervous since the first time her and Ron had made love. That had been the night before the final battle with Voldemort. It had been one of those days where everyone behaved as if it was their last day on Earth.

Hermoine recalled that day was utter ease. Hermoine, Harry, Ron, and Ginny had all had breakfast together and after Hermoine and Ginny knitted more clothes for Dobby while Ron and Harry played their final game of chess.

They met in the afternoon with Dumbledore and a few others to go over their final plans and then the groups split. Hermoine and Ron spent the evening at Hermoine's apartment. Harry and Ginny were at the Black Residence while Remus had taken Tonks out for a romantic dinner and confessed how he had really felt about her. It had been a romantic evening for everybody all around.

That day was long gone and tonight there wouldn't be such an evening. Ginny was waiting at St. Mungo's for Harry to wake up and she was prepared to probably die. What happened would happen.

She stared at the Malfoy Manor a head of her. She was nervous. She slowly entered the manor and found Malfoy waiting for her. "Well, well, well, Granger. Finally decided to give up?"

"I've decided it's time to get it over with, Malfoy. I'm done playing games with you."

Hermione flinched as yellow light slammed into her body but she did not resist as it overwhelmed her. She could hear Malfoy chanting but was unsure of what he was saying and in all honesty did not care. She prayed for death to take her, but it would not. She was certain it would not. She was praying too much for it.

Minutes passed and Hermione fell to the ground. She felt the life draining from her.

Ginny gave a start as Harry's eyes snapped open, "Harry!" She cried. She gripped Harry's hand. He smiled and uttered in a scratchy voice, cracked with lack of use, "Ginny."

"Lavender-"

"Just got conformation from Lupin. Malfoy's dead. Hermione's alright."

Ginny sucked in a breath. It was over. "How do you feel?" She asked Harry.

"Tired," he managed to choke out, "Odd since I've been asleep for so long."

Ginny smiled and kissed his forehead, "Everything will turn out as it should."

"It already has," he whispered, leaning back on the pillow with exhaustion.

Their wedding was in October. People were everywhere. "You may now kiss the bride." The wizard rang out. Ginny kissed her husband lovingly. She smiled as they pulled apart and faced their friends and family. Her eyes fell to the man in the wheelchair in the front row. Ginny smiled at Harry. He smiled back. He understood her position just as she had understood his. Their eyes were solidly locked as Ginny tried to get him the message that she still loved him and always would. He nodded, he understood, and he felt the same.

Ginny linked her arm through Neville's and together they slowly walked down the isle.

THE END