It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas

by SSS17

Multiple drabbles in the life of Draco and Ginny, following the most important points in their life, from the very first kiss to the last. Written in response to the D/G Forum Christmas Challenge. Link for other D/G Challenges inside. Merry Christmas!

6. Never A Christmas Without Each Other

A/N: Wow. I got here! It's finished! I have to say, I'm rather shocked. Even if it's short, it's complete :)

Her children and a few grandchildren were gathered around her bed, and it was the day before Christmas. Without asking, Ginny knew she wouldn't have to spend a Christmas without Draco. Her hair had long since lost its fiery red, but Draco had always continually loved her.

She wearily smiled up at the faces surrounding her. This was what she wanted, to be here and see all her blood family one last time. She had even lived to see her great-grandchild, another Ginevra, although she hadn't asked to be named after. She had a will set, a book written about her time in the war, and private memorials for her family written about her time with Draco.

Her career as a reporter had served her well over the years. She had loved it because of the writing more than anything. She had never fully quit her career, even though she cut back on the amount and difficulty of news, she just couldn't seem to stop writing. It seemed a more profitable use of her time, especially after Draco had died, to spend time writing articles for the retirement age generation. She was one of the last who was in the war to pass on. She had spent half her life writing a basis for her stories: What Did Matter was a multitude of constant and on-going articles. It was about keeping the muggle and half-muggles safe from any other attacks. And as much as she hated to bring back up the war and make something that didn't happen in their era important to her children, she had impressed upon all of them the importance of equality. Which was what she had wanted to achieve with them all along, almost more than raising them right, or achieving the generation beyond her children or the one beyond that, the endless life cycle that she had once belonged to.

At the stroke of midnight, Ginny joined Draco again, able to kiss him under the mistletoe as snow fell softly around them.

A/N: Again, seriously, thanks to the forum. have another link to it :)w w w . f a n f i c t i o n .net/topic/54059/11396905/1/ yeah, without the spaces. gah.