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A/N: I'm sorry again about the absolute crappiness of the last chapter, I promise this one will be better! Probably. However, this story, I believe, is coming to an end. Maybe not this chapter, but pretty soon.

"Gin, lets go for a walk," Draco implored his girlfriend. "We've been stuck in here for months, it's almost Christmas, and I'm DYING in here!"

Ginny looked up from her book. "You realise that as soon as we step out of this house, it can't protect us."

"I don't care!" Draco scowled in frustration. "I'm so sick of this!"

Ginny could see where he was coming from. They hadn't been allowed outside since her kidnapping a few months ago. It was getting tedious, she mused quietly.

"Come on, just for a walk around the block. We'll be out ten minutes at the most."

"Okay come on, but we take our wands," she said, getting up, quite excited about the thought of getting outside, even just for a few minutes.

"Brr.. It's fr-freezing out here," Ginny said with chattering teeth, rubbing her arms. "I didn't think to bring a cloak or anything."

Draco took off his cloak and gave it to her with a flourish. "Here you go madam, already toasty warm!"

Ginny giggled, putting the cloak on. She could feel the warmth rush through her body, and she grinned.

"Race you to the end of the street!" she yelled, and ran off. She could here Draco laughing behind her, and she reached the end of the street, laughing.

"No fair, you cheated," he complained, catching up.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "This coming from a Slytherin?" she said, wide eyed.

Draco took one look at her face and hugged her, laughing. Ginny smiled, feeling his laughter reverberate through her.

"If it isn't Mr Malfoy and Ms Weasley."

Ginny and Draco strode angrily through the halls of Voldemort's stronghold, flanked by several Death Eaters. Their wands had been taken away from them, and their hands bound.

"So remind me why our hands are bound again?" Draco asked venomously.

"They're bound so your little girlfriend here cant use her muggle fighting skills."

Draco grinned, and winked at Ginny. "Seems they're a little afraid of you love," he said slyly.

"Seems they must be," she said thoughtfully. "And what am I but a measly 16 year old girl, and Voldemort's scared of me!" she looked at the hooded figures that were escorting them. "So why is it that if Voldermort's scared of me, a 16 year old girl, that none of you think of overthrowing him?" she asked conversationally.

"Shut your mouth you filthy muggle lover!" one of the hooded figures growled, and hit her. "Do not speak the Dark Lord's name!"

"Ginny," Draco let out a strangled yell. Ginny put her hand to her face and looked at him warningly. 'Now is not the time," her eyes seemed to say. Draco lowered his hands reluctantly. 'I don't want them to hurt you,' his own eyes replied.

"Dear me, hitting the prisoners now are we Goyle," she said smugly, and the figure who hit her gasped.

"Yes, that's right. We know who every one of you is," she said, smiling. "Pettigrew, Snape, Bellatrix, and of course, Rufus. So this is how you spend your time, is it? Passing ministry secrets to Voldemort? You could probably get a lot of time in Azkaban for that…" she said thoughtfully.

"You little bitch!" the hooded figure of Rufus Scrimgeour hissed, pulling out his wand. "Avada ke-"

"Accio!" Snape cried, and the minister's wand flew from his hand to Snape's. "These two are for the Dark Lord to deal with, not you."

"Hello Mr Malfoy, Ms Weasley," Voldemort hissed as the two stood defiantly in front of him.

"Hello Voldemort. Getting crusty are we?" Ginny asked, gesturing to his skin with her bound hands.

"I'd watch your tongue Ginevra, if I were you," Voldemort replied, his eyes burning with a hateful red.

"Well see, I would watch it, but I've never thought as crossing your eyes to be a very flattering look," she said sweetly. "Face it Voldie, we're not afraid of you."

Voldemort stood, raising his wand. "Well perhaps I make it so you are," he said threateningly. "Avada Kedavra!"

Draco knocked Ginny out of the way, having freed himself while Voldemort's attention had been on her.

"Accio wands!" He yelled, and their wands leapt into his hands. Draco grinned at his former master, raising his wand.

"Seems the tides have turned, haven't they?" he said, advancing on Voldemort.

"How did you do that?" Voldemort asked calmly.

Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "Practise."

Ginny had untied the ropes binding her, and was just behind Draco. They weren't scared of Voldemort anymore. He was evil, and evil was darkness, which was only an absence of light.

"Voldemort, you always made on mistake with wanting power."

"And what is that, Ginevra?"

"All the power you wanted was to destroy, cause pain, to dominate. You wanted to be the greatest sorcerer that ever lived.

"I am the greatest sorcerer that ever lived!"

"So why is it that two teenagers are about to defeat you?"

Voldemort laughed, a harsh, guttural sound. "You couldn't defeat me!"

"So why haven't you killed us yet?"

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed.

"Protégera!" Ginny yelled, throwing herself in front of Draco.

Voldemort cackled. "See, the difference between you and I, Ginevra, is that I don't have anyone to protect."

"Divinia Caballero," Draco yelled. "I don't need her to protect me."

"That could have been impressive Draco, if it had worked. I guess you just don't have the purity of mind for it," Voldemort sneered.

"I see you've researched it since our last meeting," Ginny said, stepping forward.

"Of course I have," Voldemort sneered. "And while I cannot use it, it cannot beat me!" "Wanna bet?" Draco muttered under his breath, staring at Voldemort.

Little glimmers of white were beginning to appear around Voldemort, so small he didn't notice. They were multiplying slowly, as to not attract notice.

"Crucio!"

"Protégera!"

"Crucio! Crucio! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, and each one was blocked by the two teenagers standing before him. He could not understand it. They were not scared of him, and they weren't dead.

That annoyed him.

The lights around Voldemort began to grow, Draco and Ginny casting the spell again and again in between blocking the spells coming from Voldemort.

Levicorpus!" Draco yelled, and Voldemort flew up into the air, suspended by his ankle, dropping his wand.

Ginny picked it up, and sat down on a chair, looking up at Voldemort serenely.

"Now Voldemort, you will listen," she said quietly. "Langlock!" she pointed her wand at him, gluing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

"You are a murderer. You killed my Uncles, Harry's parents, Sirius, and countless hundreds. Your magic comes from the hatred you hold in your heart for every human being, from your lust of power. Magic like that will always fail, in the end. Right now, as we speak, Ministry officials are rounding up all your Death Eaters. You're all alone, Voldemort," she said, getting up, and circling him, watching the little lights grow brighter and more numerous.

"Now it is time for you to pay. It is time for your retribution. You think you won't die? You think that your petty Horcruxes will save you?" she watched in satisfaction as Voldemort's eyes widened.

"Yes, that's right. We know of your precious Horcruxes. And you know what else? Harry, Ron, and Hermione destroyed the last one a couple of days ago. Had you been wondering where they'd been?"

Voldemort let out a strangled noise, and Ginny smiled. "I'm sorry that Hermione couldn't be here to defeat you. I can see it now, 'The Greatest Wizard of all Time, Defeated by a Muggle Born'. Unfortunately, Draco and I will have to do it instead. We trapped you Voldemort. Trapped you, and now we're going to destroy you."

Draco stepped forward, wand held high. "Goodbye Voldemort."

Ginny raised her own wand and their voices combined as they spoke a single word of command. "Acabari!"

The lights surrounding Voldemort attached themselves to him, covering him. Everything faded away for a moment, and the room seemed to pulse. The light then exploded, filling the room with a white brilliance. Then it was gone, and so was Voldemort. Draco and Ginny were holding hands, and both sank to the floor.

"We did it love," Draco whispered.

"I know," she replied, and their world went black.

Draco awoke to a blinding brightness. He thought he must be dreaming of Voldemort's destruction for a moment, until his vision settled. They were in St Mungo's. He rolled over to find Ginny asleep in the bed beside him. He sat up and looked around. There were flowers everywhere. On every surface there were huge vases filled with flowers. The same situation applied for the floor. Get well cards were scattered everywhere.

He noticed some tiger lilies, Ginny's favourite, and smiled. He had just noticed some fuchsias when a nurse came bustling in.

"Oh good, you're awake," she said briskly, placing another vase of flowers in a spare inch of floor space. "Are you up to walking?"

Draco swung his legs over the side of the bed, and slowly stood up. "I think so," he said when he didn't collapse.

"Good. There are a few well wishers outside who'd like to see you, and we'd like you to get rid of them."

Draco laughed. "How come?"

"You'll see," she said, putting some clothes on his bed then placing some for Ginny on her own bed before bustling out again, muttering something about people disturbing the peace of a hospital.

"There're a lot of flowers, aren't there?" Ginny asked, and Draco sat down on her bed.

"Hello love, how are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said, stretching. "How long have you been awake?"

"About five minutes. Not long. Do you think you're up to walking?"

Ginny nodded. "I think so."

He gave her the clothes that the nurse had left, and turned his back.

"A dress! Why do I have to wear a dress?" Ginny protested loudly.

"Just put it on love. It won't be for long," Draco said, smothering a grin, still facing away from her.

"Can't I wear your jeans?" she asked petulantly.

Draco snorted. "Love, somehow I think it would scare people to see me wearing a dress."

"I suppose you're right," she said sighing, though Draco could hear the laughter in her voice.

"You can turn around now," she said a few minutes later.

Ginny was wearing a short sundress and sandals. Draco thought she looked gorgeous, and it wasn't because of all the leg he could see. Well, not entirely.

"Okay, your turn," she said winking before turning around.

Draco resisted the urge to stare at her backside, and turned his attention to getting dressed.

"Shall we go downstairs and see your family?" he asked, taking her hand and kissing her palm lightly.

"I suppose… Of course, we could just stay here for a bit," she said seductively, and Draco smiled, stepping closer.

"I like the idea of that…" he said, lowering his mouth to hers.

Quite a few minutes later, the couple left the room and headed down to the sitting room. Draco pushed open the door, and Ginny stepped inside, Draco following.

They were blinded by flashes, and Ginny grabbed Draco's hand.

"Stop it!" a familiar voice yelled above the babble, and fairly soon they could see again. The room was stuffed full.

"I thought you said it was just my family we were going to see," Ginny said accusingly.

"So did I," said Draco quietly.

"Ginny!" a voice shrieked, and she was almost bowled over by an enthusiastic Hermione.

"Hermione, you're strangling me," Ginny said calmly, and Hermione let go.

"It's so good to see you again!" Hermione said happily, then turned back to the crowd. "Oh come on you two, don't be shy!"

Harry and Ron pushed their way through the crowd. "Sorry, had a bit of trouble getting through the swarm," Ron said quietly, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

Ginny looked at the Trio, noting several differences. Hermione had grown, and…

"Hermione! You cut your hair!" she said, surprised. "It looks great!"

"Thanks Ginny," Hermione said, her eyes twinkling.

Ginny appraised the two boys. Ron had grown even taller, she reckoned he was over 6 feet now and probably taller than all her brothers. "Ron, you have a mullet," she said disgustingly, and Harry laughed. "We told him it looked dreadful," said Hermione, grinning, "but he disagreed. So we let him scare off the death eaters that chased us," she said, giggling. Ron glared at her.

Ginny looked at Harry. He was taller too, his hair as scruffy as ever. His eyes were somber however. He had matured since she'd seen him last. Her eyes swept over his forehead, and her eyes widened. "Harry… your scar! It's…gone!"

Harry smiled. "As soon as you destroyed Voldemort it disappeared."

Ginny squealed, and hugged him, before hugging her brother. Pretty soon the four friends were hugging and smiling. After a minute, Ginny broke away and walked over to Draco.

"Guys, this is Draco Malfoy. I don't think you've met my boyfriend," she said, grinning. It was true, in a sense. They'd never met the new, or perhaps just real, Draco Malfoy.

"Pleased to meet you Draco, Harry said calmly, ignoring Ron who was growing red beside him. Ginny saw this, and quickly took care of the situation.

Ron opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He stood there, gaping like a fish, and glared at his sister and Draco.

Draco and Harry were chuckling, watching Ron's attempts to speak. He finally gave up, and proceeded to glare at everyone.

"It's not a matter open to discussion," she told him firmly.

"Seems you've learnt a few tricks Ginny," Hermione said cheerfully. "Wish we'd thought of that while we were away."

"Well, we'd better let these people have a share of you," Hermione said, stepping aside, taking Ron and Harry with her. "After all, you're going to have absolutely no time to yourself the next few days."
Ginny groaned, but let herself be led to a chair beside Draco, where they proceeded to tell their story to half of the English Wizarding community, and representatives of every other wizarding community you could think of.

"I'm not sure what's a greater evil, having Voldemort alive, or being the ones to kill him. I feel like I haven't slept for the last week," Ginny said, flopping down on the couch beside Draco.

"It does get a bit tiring, doesn't it love? But Christmas is only a couple of days away, so rejoice that they'll all have to go home for at least five minutes," he said, grinning. "Well, how about you and I go find a nice deserted room to hide in, eh?" he said mischievously.

Ginny looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling. "Seems like a good idea."

They ran through the halls of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, heading towards a room they'd long used for this purpose. Reaching their destination, they checked the halls and opened the door.

And closed it again.

"It seems this room's already occupied," Ginny said to Draco, giggling quietly.

"It is? By who?" Draco demanded.

"Lupin and Tonks," Ginny said, letting loose a peal of laughter.

The door opened and out peeked an embarrassed Lupin, Tonks right behind him.

"Oh, hi Draco, Ginny," he said, cheeks burning.

"Hello Lupin," Draco said seriously. "Celebrating Christmas early I see?"

I'm sorry to say that Draco and Ginny's tale has finished for now. However, it was a happy ending, which I always like.

I want to thank all my readers. I hope you enjoyed it, and look out for my next fic! I really love you guys! Please R & R!

Xela