Draco had caught up with them. He stood in the opened doorway, watching them tackle each other. Ginny was hacking away at his body, blood all over her hands, face, and clothes. He pulled her off the discinigrating Riddle and held her close. Her head went into his shoulder again, the wet tears dripping into his own shirt.

"It's over, Ginny. We can go back now," Draco whispered in her ear. He hugged her tighter as she sobbed.

Draco picked her up and carried her back down the dungeons. He felt horrible that she had to go through all that at her age. He didn't know if she'd recover or not. He kissed her forehead again, brushing back her hair as he did so. He reassured her she'd be ok.

"I just don't understand." Ginny wailed." Why am I so important? All he said was that I was important and strong! I'm not strong! I'm not even important!"

She was yelling now. She soon fell asleep in Draco's arms, her hands still tied around is neck. He watched her as they neared the infirmary. Their ordeal was over and hopefully, they could be a lot more than enemies...

One year later, everything had gone back to normal. Only one thing had stunned everyone: How did they become so close by spending time almost dieing in the dungeons? All they could say was that they were in love and planned for it to stay that way.

Ginny sat beside Draco, holding his arms which were wrapped around her waist. He sang to her as she laughed and smiled. Her slightly freckled face was now happier than it had ever been. The couple sat underneath the tallest maple tree.

"You know who loves you?" she played.

"You! And I love you, too!" Draco laughed as he tackled her on the grass. As they had another happy and fun moment to add to their hopefully-one-day wedding vowels, drops of black blood dripped from the branches above them...