Draco and Rachel hurriedly dressed for what they needed to be ready for, creating a bit of a mess in the process. This was it- this was the final battle. After tonight, the wizarding world would be forever changed; whether which side it would benefit, they couldn't be sure. Rachel bound up her hair and scowled as a few curls fell back into her face. Little annoyances like this could give her a disadvantage in battle. She spelled her hair to do as she wished and started to lace up her boots. "Would you please say something, Rachel?" Draco's silver-gray eyes begged his wife. "I can't stand it when you are silent- it worries me." "We'll be fine, My Love," She traced his cheekbones with her forefinger and tilted his chin into a kiss. "You have nothing to worry about. Now is not the time to be losing faith in our Lord and in our allies." "I know that, Rachel," He sighed. "My only concern is for you." Rachel's mouth made a small 'o' of surprise and she gave him a small smile. "I'll be fine, Draco," She assured. "I have handled myself in battle before- both with and without you." She removed her foot from the bed, having securely fastened her shoe. "Are you ready, then?" He asked, extending his right hand to her. "Let's go spill some blood, My Love." She gave him her bloodthirsty smirk and licked her crimson lips in the manner that always drove Draco wild. "There's nothing else I would rather do." He returned her look with one of his own trademark smirks. "Well, I could think of SOME things that I would rather do..." "Later, Draco," She took his hand and nuzzled his shoulder. "If youre a bad boy, of course." "Like I could be anything else?"
Harry Potter looked good and hard at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hands clutching the sink were white from their tight grip. He let a sigh escape and swallowed his fear down. He had felt this day coming for over seven years now and could feel the end drawing near. Tonight he would face off with Voldemort himself and they would see whether good or evil would prevail. He sorely hoped that it would be good; not just for himself, but also for the lives of his friends and for the lives of all the muggles that habituated the world. "You look tense." He hadn't heard Ginny come into the room and instantly turned to face her, attempting to change the look of foreboding on his face. "I AM tense," He kissed the top of her head. "This is it, Gin. Tonight we find out who will win, and who will lose their lives." He let his head fall down to his chest and Ginny slid his glasses up so they wouldn't fall. "Harry, you will survive, you HAVE to!" She kissed him on the cheek and then whispered into his ear. "You're 'the boy that lived', Harry, you'll make it through. You're going to stop him, Harry, and your name will forever be remembered." "Ginny, stop it..." He begged. "Look into my eyes and tell me." She made him move his head so that they were staring eye to eye. "Tell you what?" He wanted so badly to believe what she had said and to believe that everything would turn out for the best. "Tell me you love me, and that we'll be fine..." She urged. "I will protect you, Ginny." His eyes had that determined look that he got every time he had to be brave and save the day. Ginny both loved and hated that look. She knew that it meant that he would do what he needed no matter what the cost; but it also meant that he was hiding his feelings from her yet again. "Are you both ready?" Remus Lupin gave a small knock on the partially open door. "It's time to go." "Yes, we are." Ginny bowed her head, taking in a deep breath and releasing her nerves through her exhalation.
"Rachel?" "Yes, Draco?" She gazed up at him from where her head lay on his shoulder. "I love you." He swallowed. "I love you too." She kissed him on the neck, making him release a sort moan. "But that won't be the last time we say those words to each other. We will have many more years together, Draco. You need to believe that." "I will believe it," He met her gaze. "If you promise me that that is how it shall be." "That is how it will be for us, Draco. I know it- I FEEL it." She spoke with such passion that all doubt fled his mind and he kissed her just as an army apparated in front of theirs.
