This is so (sniffle) sad! It's the last chapter! Oh, what am I going to do! I can't very well make a sequel (you'll all see why in this chapter) and oh, it's sooooo sad. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers!

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Too Much Death and No Crying Angels

Draco and Ginny sat on the roof and held each other for a long time. Not speaking. Not moving. Just sitting there and enjoying each other's company. Harry and Hermione would go up to check on them at times, but mostly they were left alone to ponder.

Finally, around sunrise, Ginny spoke, "Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"What will happen to us? I mean, everyone knows that the Dark Lord is going to rise soon and we might be separated. I'm…I'm frightened, Draco." She dug her head into his chest and gripped on to him ever so tightly.

"If we are separated then I would go to the ends of the earth and back to get back to you. As they say in my favorite muggle movie 'This is true love, isn't it?' I will always come back."

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Ten Years Later

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Draco and Ginny were forced to separate by the rise of the Dark Lord. Draco's sister stayed on the side of good to help defeat the man who kept her brother locked away from her. Ginny and the others fought in the order. There were many casualties. Most of the Weasleys were gone, the Twins, Percy, Mr. Weasley, Hermione was gone, after little James was born, Professor McGonagall, Draco's sister, Emmaline, was the next to go, and then the saddest loss of all, Hagrid.

Snape was the last casualty, and this seemed to put a fire in Harry's heart. He killed The Dark Lord and made a vow to live past all the Death Eaters.

After the death of Lord Voldemort, Draco was free and he searched for Ginny, managing to find her, her mother, Ron, Bill and Charlie, and Harry, in the graveyard where the members of the order were buried.

"Ginny," he murmured. He had to restrain himself from running as fats as he could to her. Instead he changed his robes to black and walked mournfully across the grass towards her. Ten long years his been unable to see h is Ginny, the love of his life, and there she was, a vision of beauty, standing before him.

He walked right up behind the crew. Harry was holding a one year old James in his arms, and the rest of the Weasleys all had there heads bowed. They were all standing about twenty feet away from the newly dug graves. Draco pulled his hood up and walked straight to the grave marked Arthur Weasley, Good Man, Good Husband, Good Father. He knelt down and did the cross. He bowed his head and said a small prayer before he heard crunching of snow and a hand lay on his shoulder.

"Could you leave, sir, this is a private funeral." He looked up into Harry's green eyes.

"Very well, Harry. I'll come back later." He stood and allowed his hood to fall. Harry's eyes widened and he smiled and took a step back. Ginny's head was bowed and she was most definitely crying.

He walked right up to her and snorted. "An angel of such beauty should not cry, Ginerva, my love." She looked up and almost yelled.

"Draco? Draco, my love! Oh my Draco!" She threw her arms around her neck and started to sob. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

Draco pulled back and frowned. "This is true love, remember? I'll always come back!" He kissed her full on the lips. Ginny was finally happy for the first time in ten years, but it was ruined by one Death Eater, who had followed Draco to the graveyard and one curse that the death eater sent.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lucius Malfoy's curse hit Draco's back, and he smiled, before he apparated.

"Draco, NO!" Ginny set him on the ground and started to sob. "Please, don't leave me. Draco." Her tears hit his face and he smiled.

"Angels don't cry, Ginny. I love you, Ginerva Weasley. I always will." Those were his last words. Ginny watched as he took his last breath and his beautiful blue eyes became glossy and blank.

"DRACO!!!" Ginny grabbed him and began to rock as she cried. "Please, no."

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Ginny stood on top of the astronomy tower looking into the night sky and fingering the ring that Draco had left for her in his will. She let but a single tear fall and then she sighed.

"I hope you're not thinking of jumping, Ginny." She turned and looked at Harry. "Because I don't think any of us could bear another death. Especially yours."

Ginny looked at the sleeping James in Harry's arms and smiled. "No Harry, there has been too much Death this winter. I will not add myself to the casualties."

She walked past Harry and descended the steps. As she stepped into the Entrance Hall she looked around and smiled. She would be alright, and she would remember Draco's last dying words. Angel's don't cry.

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Forty years later and Ginny never found herself another love. She was a lonely old woman with only the thought of seeing Draco again as her comfort. She lay on her deathbed, James by her side and she told him, don't cry.

"I'm happy, for you see, I'll see my brothers and my parents and most importantly the love of my life. I am happy to die, so don't fret. Find love and find happiness. And remember, angels don't cry, James." She pressed the Malfoy ring into his hadn, took her last breath, and her eyes clouded over.

When she opened them again, she was surrounded by what looked like clouds shaped into King's Cross Station. She looked at her hands and smiled. She was 16 again. She sat up and looked around. There was a train and she felt she needed to get on it. She ran on and started to look for a compartment while the train started to move.

She found an almost empty one, and went in. There was only one other person there, and he was wrapped in a black cloak and had a hood on, so she couldn't see his face. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

The stranger shook his head and she sat down opposite him.

"I'm Ginny Weasley. I think I'm dead, how about you?"

"I know I'm dead, and I've been waiting for you to come for a long time, Ginny."

She recognized the voice, but couldn't remember who it belonged to. "Oh, well, how did you die?"

"I was in the arms of one that I loved, when my father killed me with the worst Unforgivable curse."

"That's what happened to my- wait, Draco? Draco, is that you?"

He pulled back his hood and stood, revealing the happy boisterous Draco Malfoy she loved. "Draco!" She threw her arms around him and kissed him. When the pulled apart, he noticed she was crying.

"Ginny, are you crying!" Draco smiled and looked into her eyes. "Remember what I said? Angel's don't cry."