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A/N: Please R?R: It's my first fanfic and this chapter will be brief, I promise
Our faveorite little red head walked around the dinner table serving orderbs and champagne. It was 3 years after her graduation, and she was engaged to Draco Malfoy, as scary as that may seem. After Hermione graduated, she went to America, where, by chance, she ran into Oliver Wood. Now, here Ginny was, being the good friend and catering Hermione's baby shower.
Suddenly she felt a tug from behind her, pulling at her waist. She looked up and saw Draco. She reached her hand up and pulled him in for a kiss. She felt so safe around him. He had joined the Order of the Pheonix right before the war and helped them succeed in bringing down the dark side. Her was her friends, her fiance' and her lover.
"Ginny dear?"
"Yes, Drakey?"
"DO you love me?"
"Draco..." she said, her voice tense," of course I do! I hate Harry! You should know that! After what that pond scum did to me?!?"
In Ginny's sixth year, Harry had raped her, and she had become pregnant. Blaise and his wife adopted the child and raised her as their own, and she frequently visited.
"Well then..." Draco's eyes shifted towards the stairs, quite suggestively"Well?"
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