Draco haunted her dreams. He stalked her mind. He permeated her consciousness inserting himself into every nook and cranny of her subconscious. He was so real, she could smell him, taste him, feel his presence like a weight. His low, warm voice echoed in her thoughts, spreading through her like warm champagne. She would wrench herself from sleep, gasping and heavy with want for a moment, only to close her eyes and again find herself immersed in grey eyes and warm touch and drugging kisses.

Draco kissed her over and over and over again to the backdrop of whispered conversations that felt branded into her soul.

Tell me what you need from me...

Draco pulled her close into his body, his hand sliding over the round curve of her hip with an unexpected possessiveness that almost jarred her awake.

I always pay my debts, Granger...

Draco reached out those long arms of his and took her hands, gently pulling her in. He tucked a wisp of hair behind a nervous ear and tilted her chin up, staring down at her like she was a puzzle. He leaned in and she didn't stop him. He kissed her gently, like she was made of the finest glass and might shatter if he was too rough. He sighed against her mouth and she inhaled his breath.

You stubborn, impossible woman...

Draco stood towering over her, making a vow, his voice low and swift and serious and his mouth was so damn close and his breath was so damn warm and his eyes were so intense.

I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, do solemnly swear...

It felt so right and natural when he leaned in and sealed those promises with a kiss. Wrapping his beautiful hands around her face to hold her still while he sucked and bit and licked her lips before delving further into her mouth as if he wasn't to memorize every inch of her, kissing her until she was breathless with want and pushing herself further into his touch.

Beautiful, intelligent, powerful…

She dangled on a broomstick pressed up against him. Draco was her only sense of warmth, her only sense of stability. She needed to be closer to him. She needed to feel more of him. She made a whimpering sound of need and heard herself pleading for something she didn't even understand before he silenced her with a searing kiss that warmed her all the way to her frozen toes.

Breathe, Granger, I've got you...

He wrapped rock hard arms around her, drawing her into his circle of heat, and held her firm and steady as he thoroughly stole her breath with harsh, ragged, desperate kisses that left her lightheaded and giddy with adrenaline and desire. She clawed her way under his robes and grasped bare warm skin and shuddered against him uncontrollably.

I can protect you…

Draco was staring down at her like she was the most enchanting woman on the planet. She was so damn close to him. Close enough to breathe his air. Touch his skin. See every line of his mouth. She worked on, healing the damage she had done him, revelling in the awesome power of his trust that allowed her to touch him with her magic.

I want you to trust me...

She noticed his hair was blood free, he must have scourfied it at some point. She reached out and ran her hair through it, checking for any missed cuts or contusions, enjoying the silky feel of it sliding through her fingers as she asked him if she had gotten everything. He didn't answer, just made a slightly hungry noise in the back of his throat before he swayed closer and crashed into her. He devoured her lips like a man starving and boldly caressed her hips, rocking against her, ravenous and needy and wanting while she gasped against him, rocking back, desire lighting up her veins and setting her aflame.

Do you Draco Malfoy bind your chastity...yes

Your loyalty ...yes

Your trust...yes

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she looked down on Draco as he pledged his protection with his literal life's blood after having sealed himself to her with magic so ancient it made her bones ache with it. He was hers and she was his, and nothing could define the way she felt closer to him than she had ever dreamed was possible. She wanted nothing more than to give him her body the same way she had gifted him her soul, and when he rose to his feet and pulled her into his arms, it felt so natural and so right and so damn sacred that she wept with the beauty of it.

You are sealed to each other, one in purpose, one in spirit.

Her magic wrapped around them, pulling them closer than even breath and touch allowed, and she let out a gasp when he lifted her up onto the altar and ran possessive hands up her calves, over her thighs, hiking up her gown and pulling her legs around his lean hips, rocking into her with carnal intent. He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her till she was breathless and desperate twisting against him and trying to get her hands free so she could undress him.

Safe and Sound...

Draco's hand flexed on her hip, branding her with his warmth through the thin material of her dress, and pushed her back up against the doorframe with his body even as he lowered his head enough to capture her lips. He aligned her body with his, pulling her hips in close, caressing her thighs, her buttocks, her hips with clever fingers. He gave her long, searing kisses, sucking her lips, tasting her tongue. He wound his hands in her hair and pulled her head back to give her warm, wet kisses from her jaw to her collarbone to the tops of her breasts. He shoved one powerful thigh between her legs for balance, and she rocked against him as he tasted her relentlessly.

Magic screaming to work its will...

Draco grasped her hand, spun her around, and pressed her up against the wall with his body in one smooth motion. Before she could even draw breath, he was kissing her, ravishing her, devouring her. He kissed her like he was drowning and she was breath. His hands were bold, fearless, as they worked their way under her skirt and gripped her arse, pulling her aggressively into his hips as he ground against her hard and unforgiving and so hungry.

Forgiveness, absolution…

Draco pushed her down into the soft mattress with his weight as he tasted her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. Hermione shivered uncontrollably when he worked the buttons of her top loose, kissing each bit of skin. He bared her breasts, kissing and sucking and licking with hungry little sounds. He settled between her thighs, languorous and unhurried, while he rolled up against her with slow, burning friction. She wound her legs around his hips and pushed back against him, thrusting her breasts up into his face, rotating her hips for better friction. Her hands wound in silky hair as she forced his lips back up to hers for just one more taste...

It was almost a relief when her wand alarm sounded and pulled her from sleep despite the fact that her gritty eyes felt like she hadn't slept a wink. She turned over on her back and stared at her plain white ceiling. Jesus. There was no way those dreams belonged to her. They had been carnal, wanting, sensual. She was none of those things, ever. She touched her lips absently to see if her lips were swollen and found them slightly dry and tender. Still, her skin felt tingly all over; she had a low needy throb down below that had no business being anywhere on her, and when she shifted, she was aware of her breasts rubbing up against her top in a way she certainly never had been aware of before. She felt almost electric and strung up and frustrated and had half a crazy mind to let her fingers slip down under her knickers and alleviate the situation.

Even as the thought crossed her mind, she scrambled out of her bed and stood next to it, horrified. She was not thinking about touching herself with Malfoy on her mind. Her tangled bed felt tainted. She never wound up in the covers that way. It looked like a dozen wrestlers had slept in her bed. And what the hell was she doing even thinking of Malfoy being there with her anyway? He was never going to be anywhere near her lips much less her bed.

The thought felt like a lie the moment it crossed her mind.

It didn't matter; none of it mattered. It was just dreams, and she had other things to think about. She had set the wand early for a reason. Refusing to allow herself the luxury of deconstructing her mind, she slipped on her shoes, gathered the things she had packed the night before, and crept down the narrow stairs. She peeped her head into the seventh year girls dormitory, whispering quietly, "Ginny, you awake?"

She got a sleepy reply and waited in the hall until the other girl stumbled out of the room bleary eyed and wild haired. Hermione silently handed her a cup of easy heat coffee, and Ginny was quick to mutter the charm to activate the latest Wizard Wheezes miracle product as they made their way to the loo. Hermione was vastly relieved to feel the details of her most recent 'nightmares', slipping to the corners of her mind to be replaced by the relative fuzziness typically remembered when it came to dreams. Hopefully, she would forget the whole thing and only remember that she had dreamed. Unlikely, with her almost perfect recall, but sometimes hope was all a person had.

The girls answered nature's call, washed their faces and brushed their teeth while Ginny filled Hermione in on the details planned for the day. Their lawyer was reasonably sure that the court would grant her father's demand that she be married immediately this morning. Ron would be standing up for her since her father was being such an ass about it, and Hermione would be standing up for Harry.

"What are you going to wear?" Hermione asked as Ginny spent all of five seconds charming her hair to lay perfectly.

"I guess it doesn't really matter," Ginny answered absently. "After my parents come off of their attitude, we are going to plan a real ceremony. I guess the best thing would be to wait until after the baby is born so I won't be fat at my wedding."

"Oh, well if you don't want to dress up, I understand. But if you do, I brought this," Hermione pulled her gown from the day before out of her bag. "There is a ton of fabric here; if you want to, we can transfigure it into something nice. I charmed some white roses for your hair last night, too."

Forty minutes later, running a few minutes late, the girls rushed downstairs to meet a sleepy Ron and a restless Harry. He exchanged a nervous kiss with Ginny and then ushered them quickly out of the room towards McGonagall's office. He kept muttering about being late for his own damn wedding, and Hermione elbowed him in the ribs sharply, nodding towards Ginny, who was almost as pale as a Hogwarts ghost. He immediately straightened up and held the girl's hand. Hermione looked over to Ron to see if he needed comforting as well and was amused to see he was stumbling along, still barely awake. She fished another cup of easy heat coffee out of her beaded bag and handed it to the poor boy who activated it immediately.

As was typical with Ministry involvement, the whole thing was a hurry up and wait affair. They arrived only ten minutes after seven in the familiar atrium and were met by Ginny's parents. The abnormal icy silence between the family members was immediately awkward and uncomfortable. Mrs. Weasley had clearly been crying, her face blotchy, and she had a handkerchief clutched in her right hand. Mr. Weasley stood solidly beside her, his arm anchored around her waist in a show of solidarity. Harry apologized for their tardiness, and no one acknowledged he had spoken. Hermione quickly ushered everyone into the Ministry lift before another fight broke out, and then the six of them sat completely silent outside the courtroom a full forty minutes before they were called inside.

Another twenty two minutes were spent inside the courtroom, sitting on the hard benches, while the room filled up and Hermione watched the clock. Finally a representative from the Wizengamot arrived and Harry and Mr. Weasley's names were called. Ginny stayed with Hermione, apparently having no say at all in the matter. Hermione clutched the girl's hand in her most comforting manner, and Ron slid into Harry's space immediately to put an arm around her. Mrs. Weasley sat stiffly in her seat, not looking their way.

It was a good thing the proceedings were so short because Hermione was immediately furious about the whole thing. Mr. Weasley was demanding that Harry Potter marry his daughter, and said daughter was just to sit quietly and accept whatever the Wizengamot representative decreed. She had to bite down on her lip and remind herself that this was what Ginny had planned and wanted, but the whole thing was barbaric, and it was all she could do not to stand up and declare this Kangaroo court a mockery of human rights.

Before you could say 'Quidditch', the papers were stamped, Ginny had been assigned a Wizard of the Peace to witness the proceedings, and they were on their way. Harry and Ron had both worn nice black formal robes in anticipation of the occasion and looked very nice. Hermione got her wand out and did a quick Reparo on Harry's glasses which were slightly bent from his last Quidditch game. Next, she made some attempt to tame his wild hair, but they were walking so it was a bum result. He didn't seem to care, shrugging off her efforts and handing her a black jewelry box.

"For Ginny," he explained.

Mrs. Weasley's constant sniffling did little for the atmosphere, but Hermione was determined to make it as nice as possible. Ginny might say it didn't matter, but Hermione knew that she was just putting on a brave face. If they were going to have this wedding Hermione was going to make sure they had the best, most memorable wedding possible. So when they reached the courtroom where the wedding was to be performed, she sent Ginny to the loo to change and rounded on the Weasleys the second she was out of earshot.

"This is Ginny's wedding day!" she hissed fiercely. "I'm going to go help her with her hair, and the lot of you will behave like adults while I am gone. Then you will all be civil during the ceremony."

"I'm not sitting through this sham of a ceremony," Mr. Weasley began angrily and too loud, but Hermione shushed him before he could get rolling.

"If you can't remember that you love your daughter during her wedding, than by all means leave. But you might want to consider that this is one of those moments in life you can't take back. Ginny will be married one time. Harry is becoming part of your family. And soon you will have your first grandchild. If you want to throw away a lifelong relationship over a matter of timing, then I can't stop you." Hermione's voice broke as her own pain about her semi-estrangement from her parents hit her middle sharp and aching. "Either fight for your pride or fight for your family; it's up to you."

Molly and Arthur stared back at her, mouths open and Hermione gave them all her best Head Girl glare. She had certainly practiced it enough in sixth year, she might as well take this opportunity to use it. Satisfied that her point had been made she glanced over at Harry, silently telling him to keep the children in line while she was gone and he shooed her towards the bathroom.

Ginny was just coming out of the stall and looked almost radiant in the white floating gown they had transfigured that morning. Hermione forced her anger and irritation, pain and heartbreak down into a tiny little mental box, tied it with a bright blue ribbon, and shoved it out of her consciousness. This was Ginny's day. She delved deep and found a genuine pleased smile for her beautiful friend who was about to be a bride and got her beaded bag open so she could help her with hair and make-up. She wasn't necessarily the best witch for this job, but Ginny didn't really need more than supplies and love to look beautiful, so Hermione would do.

Hermione even managed to bite her tongue when Mrs. Weasley entered the room, still sniffling a bit. Molly gave the girl a watery smile and pulled a blue rose pendant out of her purse and pinned it to Ginny's breast without a word of apology or well wishes. The older woman spent a few minutes fussing with the roses in Ginny's hair before asking her if she was ready.

"Wait," Hermione interrupted, pulling a bramble out of her beaded bag. "She needs flowers!"

Hermione quickly transfigured a bouquet of white roses to match Ginny's hair and handed them over and sighed. Ginny looked picture perfect. Stunning in head to toe white, gleaming smile, sparkling eyes. Hermione dug around in her bag till she found her camera and snapped a couple of shots before her mother put an arm around her daughter for a photo. The shot was slightly ruined by the weak smile and tear streaked cheeks of the Weasley matriarch, but Hermione knew that Ginny would want the photo anyway.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked, slightly taken aback by Ginny's calm acceptance. She would have been a wreck if this had been her. Pregnant and getting married by court order by a ministry official. Everything was just so wrong. And yet, despite everything, Ginny was bubbling over with happiness.

"I can't wait," Ginny almost squealed bouncing on her toes. "I can't wait to be Harry's wife and have his baby and spend forever being a family." She grabbed Hermione with one hand, pulling her into a joyous hug. Then, she hugged her mother, too, without a hint of anger or resentment. "I know you both think this is a rushed mistake, but it's all I ever wanted. And I thought I'd never have it. I really thought that Harry would die and I would never get to be with him. We've already had all the adventure I'll ever want or need. Don't you see? This is my fairytale ending, this is my happily ever-after."

The door opened, and Ron peeked his head in.

"What's taking so long?" he started to complain but then caught sight of Ginny, and his jaw literally dropped a bit. He stepped inside, letting out a low wolf whistle he had picked up from George, and hugged Ginny tightly. "You look like a million Galleons. Harry's gonna have his socks knocked off you look so pretty!"

Ginny blushed a little bit, giving him a little backhanded slap on his chest. "Come on, girl, Dad wants to give you away now." He winked at Hermione. "We should have had Hermione yell at him earlier and could have had a little less crying on my only sister's wedding day."

Ron ushered them all out of the bathroom after another round of hugs and a little light touch up of Ginny's under eye make-up. Mr. Weasley was waiting in the hall and gave Hermione a weak, embarrassed smile and nod.

Okay then. Good. Finally. Now if these people could just manage to muster up some real, genuine smiles for the photos, Hermione would be thrilled. Still, she snapped a dozen family shots diligently and Ginny smiled big enough for everyone.

"Harry wants us both up front with him," Ron announced, tugging on her arm, clearly trying to keep them to their timeslot.

Hermione dug in her heels and got back into her beaded bag, "We need music, Ron!" She pulled out a tiny little grammophone and enlarged it quickly. She handed Ginny a handful of records to choose a song and let herself and Mrs. Weasley be herded into the courtroom. She was surprised to see several people sitting on the hard benches. Hermione had assumed there would be no guests and was instantly irritated. A huff escaped her lips, she hadn't really planned a reception afterwards. And really, she didn't know how she was expected to plan when Harry and Ginny left her out of details. Still, she was warmed to see Ginny's brothers and some other assorted Weasleys as well as a few friends from school.

The second she stepped through the heavy doors Hermione felt a cold awareness sweep over her like an icy breeze and spared a wide-eyed second to give Draco Malfoy a dirty look. She could think of no good reason that he would be in attendance. But there he sat in the third row completely at ease despite the fact he sat alone. Her dirty look bounced off him harmlessly and she quickly looked away, a blush staining her cheeks, as details from her recent dreams tried to insert themselves in her mind. Nope! No time to think about that. She had other urgent matters to deal with. She forced herself to keep her attention firmly on the here and now and to not look in Malfoy's direction again. Today was about Ginny.

Harry was upfront, speaking to the Wizard of the Peace and showing him a piece of parchment covered in his heavy slanted handwriting. His hair was sticking up in its usual agitated way, but Hermione decided there was nothing to be done for it and reached into her bag to grab a handful of weighted confetti. She tossed it in the air, waved her wand, and transfigured the sparkly pieces into hundreds of flowers floating in space. Another handful of flung confetti became lit candles.

"Hey, you can't do that in here," the court appointed official started in her direction, cutting Harry off, but Harry grabbed him and distracted him again with the vows, insisting loudly that he had the right to customize the ceremony within reason. Hermione smiled grimly, determined to get her changes done with. She pointed her wand at the cold, bare windows and they were draped with reams of softening fabric that kept out the harsh light. Another charm transformed the yellow overhead fixture into a sparkling candelabra. A handful of ribbon from her bag became a soft white carpet for Ginny to tread.

She rushed to the front of the room, pulling out a couple of buttineers for the boys and stringing ribbon along the chairs on both sides as she went.

"Oh, shut up and let the girl have her wedding or you will rue the day your mum laid eyes on your father," she snapped at the Wizard of the Peace, pointing her wand threateningly.

He took a careful step back from her, a little white in the face, and clutching the vows Harry wanted to use with a shaking hand. Hermione decided he was cowed enough and pointed her wand at the judge's bench instead, creating a traditional altar for the ceremony. With one more wave of her wand, she turned the ribbon she had just placed along the chairs into garlands of flowers. Harry and Ron didn't say a word, just hurriedly fastened their butteneers and stood up straight while she shoved her wand in her holster and got Mrs. Weasley situated on the proper side of the aisle. A firm look had the official quickly stepping into place. She whipped out her camera, pushed the auto setting, and stuffed it onto the windowsill to take automatic shots.

The music was starting up! Everyone was rising to their feet, turning to look at the doors in anticipation. Against her best judgement Hermione spared a glance at Malfoy and saw that he was watching her with a ghost of a smirk on his face. He rose to his feet in that slow insolent way and Hermione pulled her gaze away. She was almost done! She rushed to Harry's side, pushed Ron closer to Harry since he really was the best man and she was just an extra, and shoved the ring box into his startled hand just as the doors opened and Ginny entered on her father's arm.

Hermione had managed to transform the drab courthouse into a soft, floral, candlelit venue fit for a lovely wedding. She had stressed and rushed and prepped and spellcast like a pro. It was perfect. And yet, it didn't matter one bit.

Because Harry only had eyes for Ginny. She floated up the aisle a certifiable blushing bride, brimming with happiness and joy and overflowing love, and for the first time Hermione understood why they wanted to get married so badly.

When Ginny reached Harry and took his hands in hers and smiled up at him, Hermione was shocked to feel her eyes get wet. She had never understood why people cried at weddings and hadn't planned ahead to have a handkerchief ready to dab her eyes. Mr. Weasley silently handed her his before taking his spot by his wife, and Hermione instantly forgave him all of his childishness earlier. Still, she was overwhelmed with emotion. The love radiating from the couple was as tangible and real as the magic that had come from her when she walked the path of knowledge. Harry smiled down at his bride with such a look of tenderness and adoration that Hermione had to struggle to hold back big, wet sobs.

"To all present I say," the judge began, clearly looking down at Harry's hastily scrawled instructions, "We are gathered here, not to witness the beginning of what will be, but rather what already is. We do not create this marriage, because we cannot. We can and do, however, celebrate with Harry and Ginevra the wondrous and joyful occurrence that has already taken place in their lives and the commitment they make today."

"Today, as we bear witness, we also celebrate the bond of family - one that undoubtedly includes all who are present here today. The couple has chosen to write their own vows that they will recite at this time." The judge looked up and sighed. He put down the sheet, apparently having come to the end of Harry's instructions.

The couple smiled at each other and opened their mouths simultaneously. They had clearly practiced and perfected their vow taking and said each word in perfect harmony with each other.

"I choose you, my beloved, to be my soulmate. To live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side, and sleep in your arms; to be joy to your heart, and food for your soul; to bring out the best in you always, and, for you, to be the most that I can. I promise to laugh with you in good times, to struggle with you in bad; to comfort you when you are downhearted; to wipe your tears with my hands; to comfort you with my body; to mirror you with my soul; to share with you all my riches, to honor you as much as I can until we grow old; and, still loving each other sweetly and gladly, our lives shall come to an end."

Ginny and Harry were both in tears as they silently exchanged rings, and the entire room sat in hushed reverence of the love they clearly felt for each other. Harry didn't wait for the judge to speak; the second the ring was on her finger, he pulled Ginny in close and kissed her bridal style while the room erupted into applause.

The judge waved his wand in the air, the certificate floating up into the air for all to see, and signed his name in gold magic letters. "I hereby declare you bonded for life," he shouted to be heard, then rolled the certificate with a flourish and handed it to Harry with a tap on the shoulder. The newlyweds broke apart to accept the certificate and shake the judges hand, and then people were rushing forward to kiss the bride and shake Harry's hand.

Hermione collected her camera and began to take several more candid shots as the family gathered around the couple,hugging and laughing. What could have been a nasty tragedy transformed into a beautiful marriage by the power of love. It really was quite beautiful. Hermione dabbed at her eyes a bit more, maneuvering to get some better shots of Ginny with Harry.

"I never would have guessed you were such a romantic," Draco murmured from behind her and she spun around, startled. She had been so focused on the wedding and her friends' happiness that she had managed to push the magical awareness of him to the back of her mind. But here he was, crowding into her space, staring down at her with that smoldering smile of his, and her brain shorted out for a second as she took in his presence. He was dressed in blue, a traditional wedding color, and the deep azure robes made his silver eyes seem lighter and brighter, his presence seem more warm, his skin seem less pale.

He looked really fucking good, and Hermione was suddenly remembering every single detail of her heated dreams.

Embarrassed and flustered, she tore her eyes away from his full, lush bottom lip and took a steadying step back. "I'm not; this was important to Ginny;" She explained, trying to figure out a way to run away from this situation without letting him know she was running. "I have to…"

"Either way, this was really nice." Draco lifted a white rose he had clearly pilfered from the decor and tucked it behind her ear. Hermione's excuses and escape plans stuttered to a halt along with her breath. "You did a lovely job. I'm sure your friend appreciates it:"

Hermione could barely focus on his words, feeling overwhelmed with her own reaction to him. He was standing so close that the warmth of his body stretched across the space like the ghost of his touch and she couldn't help but be aware that in her dreams this is exactly how close he had been to her every single time he kissed her. It wasn't just some crazy dreams. He had almost kissed her at Malfoy Manor. He'd stood exactly this close, looked at her lips exactly the way he was right now, and almost kissed her. That hadn't been her imagination. That had been real. Too Real. But had he really wanted to kiss her? Or was it just the magic of their ceremony?

For some insane reason that defied all logic she wanted to know if he kissed her right now would he taste the way he had in her dreams?

"Miss Granger," the Wizard of the Peace interrupted them, and Hermione wanted to throw her arms around him she was so grateful for the intervention. "I hate to rush you, but your party has gone well over its scheduled time, and I must insist you do something with all of this fluff and bother."

"Yes, of course. Thank you for your understanding," Hermione gave the judge a hasty smile and hightailed it over to her friends, letting them know they had to clear the courtroom. Malfoy didn't allow her the luxury of fleeing gracefully, he followed her over in his usual quick way, keeping up easily.

"Potter, congratulations," Malfoy extended his hand and shook Harry's firmly.

Harry was so deliriously happy he just smiled that huge smile he'd been giving everyone and said, "Thanks, mate!" like they were old friends instead of bitter enemies.

"Ginerva," Malfoy leaned in, kissing her cheek in the traditional way, and the room stopped talking to stare while Ginny blushed prettily. Malfoy carried on despite the sudden change in atmosphere, as if nothing was amiss, and pulled out an envelope emblazoned with an obnoxious goldleaf 'M' and handed it to Harry. "For the happy couple."

Well, there was no time for shocked silence. The official was huffing and puffing, and if they didn't hurry, there was sure to be an ugly mess that would ruin the occasion. The doors stood wide open, and the next petitioners were standing in the hall waiting impatiently. In short, they needed to get a move on.

Hermione whipped out her wand, held open her beaded bag, and summoned all her decorations into it with a quick recall spell, then herded the happy boisterous group out the door carefully putting a pair of Weasley's between her and Malfoy.

She turned and looked behind her at the drab courtroom, making sure she had collected everything successfully as she stuffed her camera in her purse.

Successful Harry/Ginny wedding? Check.

One more thing was off her list.


Warm hugs and thank you's to LightofEvolution for the bang up alpha/beta job. She's a peach! Be sure to check out her newest story: A Theo-logical Dilemma, lovely and sweet.