Sunrise - Ginny
The next few months were a dream for Ginny. She planned her wedding with the help of both mothers and Hermione who was to be her maid of honour. Draco asked Ron to be the best man and Ron had nothing more to say against him. She couldn't be happier.
She and Draco had never dated. They had gone from friends to fiances but it was so natural that they never even thought about it. They were in love and the world knew it. They didn't make many public displays of affection beyond holding hands or a light kiss goodbye, but the way they spoke to each other, looked at each other, and spoke about each other it was obvious.
The wedding was the most beautiful anyone present had ever seen. They were married out on the grounds of Malfoy Manor on a perfectly cooperative May evening. There guests sat in white chairs. The chairs on the isle were connected with white and pale blue ribbon. A single white rose adorned each point where the ribbon was hung. White rose petals were strewn along the isle, accenting the green grass. A white arch stood at the front and had mixed white and red rose vines growing over it. The brides maids wore simple silk dresses of same blue the ribbons were and carried white roses. The flower girl, Bill and Fluer's daughter, wore a white dress with a blue sash and threw red rose petals down among the white. All the groomsmen wore black suits with pale blue accents and a white rose bud boutonniere.
Draco's suit had white accents and his boutonniere was a red rose bud.
Ginny's dress, though, eclipsed everything. It was simple, form fitting to the waist where it flowed out into a full skirt. It was sleevless and the straps were seemless with the scoop necline and semi-low back. I was pure white matte silk without any embelishments and she wore no jewelry. Her beautiful auburn hair was pulled up in curls and she carried a two single roses, one white and one red.
They timed the ceremony so that the sun was setting behind them as they said their vows.
They went to Ireland for their honeymoon, just a simple little bed and breakfast on the southwestern coast. It was the happiest time of her life. They stayed up late and slept through the morning. They walked along the coast. They drove through the countryside. They existed for each other.
They made a home for themselves in a penthouse flat in town. She found so much pleasure in choosing their furniture and decorating the place that Draco often found himself leaning up against a door post just watching. Sometimes he lost himself in the sound of her voice and smile in her eyes, only to be brought out of it by her laugh when she realized that he hadn't heard a word she was saying. Other times he would help her paint, they enjoyed doing it the muggle way, it was fun, and she would make fun of him for getting more pain on himself than on the walls. That always ended in a paint fight. Those always ended with them on the floor, her lieing beneath him, and the paint was completely forgotten.
She enjoyed cooking for him and entertaining the people he worked with. She made friends with wives and sisters of his male associates and particularly good friends with his female ones.
Her life was a fairytale and she couldn't believe it had happened to her.
Eventually life settled into a ruitine and she got a job working for the paper. It wasn't anything much, they paid a little bit a month and then gave her something extra for each article she wrote them. It wasn't a regular column so there weren't deadlines; it was simply a 'as you write them' deal with no promises of publication.
As she watched Draco among his associates whenever their conversation turned to business, which was inevitable, she couldn't but thank her watchful star. She never ceased to be surprised that they had made this work. Sometimes she would almost be afraid to open her eyes in the morning and find it was all a cruel dream and every night she was thankful that they had made it through another day.