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A/N I just wrote the last chapter to this story. FINALLY! The last chapter is number 21, I loved writing this story. I hope everyone likes it. I have also finished my other story "Her only escape" and am working on a new one. I hope I keep getting postitive reviews. Happy reading and enjoy! Don't forget to review!

London at night…

That was it. Work had finally taken over my life. It was nearly Christmas and I had done nothing to prepare. I was working 10 or 11 hours a day on a special project Tamwyn and I were researching. She had become considerably warmer in the last two months, and gushed over Blaise every available chance.

I came home from work about 2 weeks before Christmas and collapsed on the couch. Draco walked over to me holding a glass of firewhiskey, and handed it to me. I looked around at our home, which he had taken the liberty of decorating in my absence. The tree shimmered with flowers and fairies, and our stockings were hung on the stone mantle. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed.

"What's the matter?" he asked stroking my hair.

"Just tired, this project is taking longer than I expected." I said, sipping my drink.

The truth be told I had never worked harder in my life. N.E.W.T.s couldn't even compare to this. We poured over dusty old volumes of books, taking notes on every available lead. When we would find something it would be an exciting moment, but the rest of the days were long and boring. I looked forward to coming home to Draco every night. Christmas and New Years came and went, with me at the ministry more than I was home. Mid-January we were finally ready to present our findings to Mr. Lovell. It went smoothly and he congratulated us on getting the work done so efficiently.

"Take some time off you two, you deserve it." he said scanning through the 40 feet of parchment we wrote on our report.

"Thank you Mr. Lovell." we both said in unison as we left his office. We had decided to take a month off. The timing was perfect because Draco wasn't scheduled to start his trips until mid-March. That meant we could finally have some time to ourselves for the first time in a year and a half. He could hardly contain himself when I told him I was off work for a month.

"You mean I get my wife back?" he asked. "All to myself?"

"Yep." I said wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

He laughed and spun me around the room.

"I am going to owl and tell the office staff to handle things for a week or so. That way I can spend lots and lots of time with my sexy wife." he grinned as he scribbled a note and sent it out.

"So…" he said in a low voice, "what would you like to do with our little vacation?"

"Surprise me!" I said, not really caring if we ever left the house for the next month.

"All right Mrs. Malfoy, have it your way." he said tackling me on the couch and tickling me till I cried out for mercy.

"No mercy for the wicked." he screamed as I bolted off of the couch and he chased me down the hall.

The next morning it was nice not to have to be up early. The sun peeked through the terrace window, lighting the room slowly. When I felt next to me, Draco was not there. I sat up in a panic, but minutes later he came up the stairs carrying a tray with muffins, juice, coffee and fresh fruit.

"Morning beautiful." he said leaning in to kiss me.

"Morning love." I said. We had a lovely breakfast in bed and laid there until almost noon when an owl flew in the terrace doors. Draco rushed to open it.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We received your request for a week or two off of work. The most we can grant is one week. We need you to go to the states to arrange a special Quidditch event. You will be filled in on this later. Enjoy your week off, and report here next Monday for your assignment.

Sincerely,

Rufus Scrimgeour

Minister of Magic

He rolled up the parchment and fell back onto the bed.

"Bad news?" I asked.

"I have to go back to work next week, some special assignment." he sighed.

"Well, we better make the most of this week then." I said with an evil grin.

"I guess so" he replied as he jumped on me, kissing deeply.

Two days later he told me to get dressed up and be ready by 7. I asked where we were going, but he said it was a surprise, just as I had requested. All he told me was to wear my best dress. I rambled through the closet starting at 5pm. I tried on everything I owned and nothing looked good enough. I finally settled on a white, strapless, long gown I had purchased in Italy. It came complete with long white satin gloves. I piled my hair in a French knot with rhinestone pins. I wore some dangling earrings with diamonds and my snowflake necklace of course. I spayed myself with a heavy mist of perfume and grabbed a silver beaded handbag to match my shoes. When I walked downstairs he was waiting with a huge bunch of white roses, and dressed in a black tux with a white tie. Isn't it amazing how men can just throw on a tux and look great, and I had fretted over my choice of gowns for 2 hours. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

"You look wonderful. Shall we?" he took my hand. "You will have to do a side-along apperation since you don't know where we are going." he said as he grazed my ear with his lips, sending shivers up my spine.

"Okay." I said.

"One, two, three…" and with a pop we disappeared.

We arrived at a very old building with statues hanging over the roof looking at us. My eyes grew wide as I realized where we were.

"Draco!" I exclaimed. "Is this the London Opera house?" my eyes took everything in around me.

"It is." he replied as we walked around to the front of the building and up the never-ending sets of stone stairs. We entered the huge wooden doors to reveal a giant staircase that led to each side of the theater. It was all white and gold, with crimson rugs and crystal chandeliers.

A short man with dark eyes walked up to us.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" he asked.

"Yes" Draco said handing him two tickets.

"Follow me" the man said walking up the right side of the staircase.

We walked for what seemed like forever until we reached our seats. He had reserved a private box on the right of the stage. A completely unobstructed view. The man pulled out my seat for me and handed me some opera glasses. He laid Draco's on the small table next to us. On the table there was also a bucket with ice and champagne, and two glasses. The man popped the cork and poured Draco's first. He proceeded to taste it, and then nodded his head in approval. Then man poured me a glass and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I said before sipping it.

"If you need anything, just press this button and I will attend to you." he said bowing out of the small room.

A few minutes later the lights blinked on and off signaling it was time for everyone to take their seats. I looked at the huge red curtain that covered the stage, wondering what show we would be seeing.

Suddenly the curtain rose and showed an old decrepit stage, and a man auctioning off set props. Moments later, a haunting tune filled the hall. As a broken chandelier rose above the stage before the curtain fell. Next there were many dancers, singers and ballerinas flooding the stage. And a dark curly haired girl was singing a song titled 'Think of me'.

Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said good-bye,

Remember me, once in a while; please promise me you'll try…

What was strange is that I still didn't know what the opera was called.

"Draco" I whispered. "What is the name of this?" not wanting to sound too stupid.

"The Phantom of the Opera." he said wrapping his arms around me.

The girl sang so perfectly, and so clear that I had tears in my eyes by the middle of the song.

Next thing I knew some dark haired man in a mask was taking her behind a hidden mirror singing of the 'Angel of Music'. Then the song 'Phantom of the Opera' started with that same haunting music.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came,

That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name…

And do I dream again, for now I find,

The phantom of the opera is there inside my mind…

It was just beautiful. I was lost in the music. Touching and sad. The Phantom loved the girl, he taught her to sing, but she was in love with another. It reminded me of Ron and me in a way. It was so passionate and well written, by the time intermission came; I had wiped my eyes several times.

"Are you enjoying it?" Draco asked standing up to stretch his legs.

"It is the most magnificent thing I have ever watched." I said attempting to compose myself. The intermission had come at a point when the girl was running from the phantom with her love. And when the curtain rose again, they were singing to each other a song called 'All I ask of you' as the phantom eavesdropped on them. He was angry and swore revenge. The people of the theater decided to try to trap the Phantom, and set up the play he had written. The girl, whose name was Christine, was to lure him there so they could arrest him. They sang to each other so passionately. The song was 'The point of no return.' the song was like a seductive dance between the two.

What sweet seduction lies before us,

Past the point of no return, the final threshold…

I was completely entranced with it. She sang and lured him to the spot he was to be captured, but instead he captured her and drug her to the dark dungeon he lived in. Her lover followed and tried to free her, the Phantom made a deal. He would spare his life if she agreed to marry him and never look back. Her lover pleaded with her not to do it just to save him. She walked up to the Phantom, with resolve in her step and sung to him looking deeply into his eyes.

Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?

God give me courage to show you, you are not alone…

She trailed off and kissed him with her soul. My eyes were so filled with tears at this self-less gesture. She pulled away and he broke into tears. He agreed to let them both go as long as they didn't give his location away. They left together and the play ended moments later. I stood up clapping with all my might. People were throwing roses onto the stage and shouting 'Bravo'. The cast returned to the stage for a final bow. The songs ran around in my head as I clapped harder and harder until my hands were sore.

"So, what did you think?" he asked me as he held my hand leading me out of our box.

"It was the most haunting beautiful thing I have ever seen." I smiled widely.

"I hoped you would like it." he said as we walked out into the chilly London night.