-Chapter Nineteen-

Ginny had completed the 1/3 of three years training without too many problems. She had returned to class with a brave face, trying not to shirk away with embarrassment every time Stephen Sayle looked in her direction.

Equally, Mr Sayle kept the utmost professional demeanour. He now refrained from gazing at Ginny for too long and stopped himself from focusing all his attention on her. The rest of the class could breathe a sigh of relief, now that their lecturer wasn't (seemingly) infatuated with one of his students, he helped the class more. Of course he was still infatuated with Ginny Weasley, but he never let it show. He felt embarrassed and unprofessional enough after he made a move on her.

Regardless of Stephen's favourings or not, Ginny had achieved a high end of year mark. It definitely was time to celebrate! The end of the educational year had come, and so had Ginny's birthday. She was now in her final teenage year, nineteen. Draco decided to take her out to a muggle restaurant to celebrate. The celebrating was dashed with sadness because Draco had completed his Aurorship and was now a fully qualified Auror. All the training was over in a rushed two year course. He would be leaving to fight soon.

Going out at night was risky, but the two decided you could only spend so much time at home before they were ready to go to a toilet paper factory out of sheer boredom.

So on that warm June evening, Ginny donned something vivacious, something she hadn't worn in a while. Whilst Draco was in the shower, getting ready to go out, Ginny rummaged in her wardrobe and bulled out her 'little black dress.' It had a plunging neckline which stopped just below Ginny's breasts. It was made out of smooth, silky fabric and ended just above the knees.

Ginny simply finished the outfit with light silver jewelry, loose; naturally wavy hair and a strappy pair of black heels. Her complete outfit looked as good as Ginny felt. She finished off her appearance with one last brush off mascara and picked hooked her handbag over he shoulder with a flourish. Ginny waited outside of her bathroom, waiting for the bathroom noises to stop, ie, cupboards to stop shutting and for items to stop being put on the counter.

Then all the bathroom noises stopped and short footsteps could be heard and then the door opened with a little squeak.

Draco's neatly combed head flicked around to Ginny who was standing next to the doorway. To save his mouth from dropping to the ground completely, Draco quickly hid it with a smirk. That dress looked wicked on Ginny he decided, his eyes raking her from top to bottom, then from bottom to top again. Her slight make up made her look very mature and the slinky dress was perfect for the warm weather. The deep 'V' which traveled past Ginny's cleavage made Draco gulp and his fingers itched to push the fabric aside. He wanted to roam his hands over the soft skin he knew was underneath the fabric. Her pale legs were accentuated with black two-inch heels. Needless to say, Draco felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

Meanwhile, Ginny was doing a bit of love-struck gazing of her own. Lately, Draco and Ginny had decided to don muggle clothing whenever they had free time. Robes simply seemed too bogan.

Draco was wearing a pair of dark jeans which ended neatly at his black shoes. His shirt was black and it seemed to be made for him. (It probably was.) The silky black material hung in all the right places, drawing attention to his broad shoulders and he left the top button undone, revealing a touch of pale white, muscled chest. The sleeves gave way to the hard sinewy muscles in Draco's arms which were currently snaking over Ginny's slim waist.

His face, his oh-so stormy, reflective, beautiful face completed him and the goldy-platinum blonde hair was like icing on top. The description fit because Draco could be extremely sweet, mostly to Ginny and her family. (Except for Ron.) But if we're going to use psycho similes he could be as bitter as eating coffee straight from the can when he wanted to be.

Ginny and Draco shared a close kiss before departing the house hand in hand. As Ginny was crossing the threshold, there were many cries of "have a good time!" and "be careful!" from her family. Ginny hadn't received her present from Draco yet, so she was waiting with happy anticipation.

They apparated together to an empty alleyway in muggle London; nobody saw them since it was quite dark already. When they exited the alleyway, they were faced with a multitude of people, walking and chatting happily as they returned home from their city shopping. They didn't know about Voldemort.

Ginny loved muggle London, it was so strange, so different yet so exhilaratingly exciting. People walked around with strange shiny things in their hands which were brought up to their ears. Ginny forgot what they were called and Draco reminded her they were called phones. The ones everybody was walking around with were called mobile phones. To Ginny that made a lot of sense.

Draco surprised Ginny with his knowledge of muggles.

"I thought you hated all things muggle," commented Ginny, squeezing Draco's hand and looking into his eyes curiously but carefully. She didn't want to offend him. Draco placed his other hand on Ginny's reassuringly and smiled.

"I thought I hated all things muggle too," he replied, his brows furrowing thoughtfully. "But I lived here for two months whilst… I was getting away from the Ministry's red tape. I learnt a lot in those two months. The people were kind, I never realized how sophisticated their lives were without magic. Of course our lives are easier, we have wands, but those muggles, they've thought of some interesting things for coping. I respect that. Surprisingly."

"Now you know how my father feels," smiled Ginny. Draco quirked an eyebrow in response, and Ginny found herself melting and her brain turning to mush, as per usual when Draco did that damn sexy eyebrow quirk.

Draco lead Ginny to a restaurant called, "Chuck Another Snagger on the Barbie Mate!" The name was a complete mouthful but it looked bloody interesting! Draco told her it was Australian.

They entered the establishment and a smiling man with dark skin greeted them. "G'day mate," he said cheerfully. "What's ya name?"

"Draco Malfoy," answered Draco smoothly. There was refinement in Draco's tone and easy going-ness in the restaurant employee's. The contrast was very obvious, as well as the accent difference.

"Ah, gotcha reservation mate, come this way and I'll getcha to ya seat." Draco and Ginny followed the dark skinned man to a small cosy booth in the corner of the busy restaurant. The couple had to admit, the waiter had tact.

The waiter sat them down and gave them menus, and then he left, keeping a wary out for their order.

Ginny grinned from across their little booth at Draco. "He's nice," she said.

Draco returned the smile and said, "yeah, Australian's are like that. They are so laid back. That fellow over there is an Aboriginal. Australia's land was traditionally inhabited by his people until the muggles sailed over there and started settling land and dumping their convicts."

"Thanks for that Mr. Smartypants," said Ginny, attempting to smirk but a smile kept cracking out. Draco broke out in a rare loopy grin.

"A couple of Aussie's were backpacking and I chatted with them," explained Draco. The pair then decided to decide on food. Once they were done, Draco looked up around curiously and their waiter came rushing up with another bright smile. On proper inspection, his name badge said Shaka.

"I'll take the baked chicken with potatoes thanks," said Draco, handing his menu back to Shaka. "I'll also take a bottle of champagne and a wattleseed pavlova for dessert."

It was Ginny's turn to order and she said with relish, "I think I'll try the Murray red kangaroo with a mango cheesecake for dessert." Shaka smiled again and told them their order would be there soon.

"Draco," said Ginny suddenly, nudging his foot underneath the table. "What's kangaroo?" Draco stared at her with an unreadable expression for a moment and then broke into a gentle smile.

"I'll tell you after you've eaten," replied cryptically. Ginny quirked her red brow at him curiously.

"I won't regret this will I?"

"Not too much." Draco smirked his all knowing smirk and Ginny's spine tingled.

Soon their food arrived with the champagne and Draco made a toast. He gracefully popped the cork of the bottle and poured some of the fizzy, alcoholic liquid into the supplied glasses. He handed one to Ginny and held it up to his face, gazing deep into Ginny's eyes. Ginny decided they were cheeky yet honest.

"This is for you, Ginerva Stephanie Weasley. Congratulations on surviving your first year of law, ignoring that bastard Stephen and turning nineteen years old. You're a beautiful woman Ginny, and I love you, with all my heart," said Draco, his voice full of honest emotion, revealing the raw truth which cannot be said in monotone.

Ginny held her own glass up for a moment and blushed, but she smiled with requited love. She then chinked her glass with Draco and drank; the sweet liquid slipping down her throat with fizzing happiness. Ginny was on top of the world, always on top of the world with Draco.

Then they tucked into their food, which was absolutely delicious. Ginny had no idea what meat she was eating, since she had no idea what a kangaroo was. Soon after that, their main meal was finished and dessert was served and Ginny ate with a little pleased smile on her face.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mangoes! (And cheesecake.)

After the loveliness of dessert was over, Ginny and Draco settled for ten minutes or so to finish of their champagne.

"So what's a kangaroo?" asked Ginny curiously. In answer, Draco pointed to a painting with a brown animal with a long tail, big bounding legs and a pouch with mini kangaroo in it. Ginny's mouth fell open and she felt guilt settling in.

"It's adorable! How could you have let me eat that?" exclaimed Ginny which Draco answered with a smirk.

"Draco!" cried Ginny again, staring at the painting of the kangaroo, with its dark eyes boring back into her, as if it was saying "how could you have eaten me?"

"You eat cows don't you?" prompted Draco bluntly.

"Cows are ugly," retorted Ginny, glaring across the table at her boyfriend. Draco simply rolled his eyes and grunted and tried to hold his smile in.

Draco and Ginny then decided to leave so Draco's hand came up to signal Shaka, who presently presented himself to the couple with the bill. Draco brought it up to the cash register where a friendly middle aged woman wearing an akubra with corks hanging around it took their bill. Draco paid for their meal with his stylish ease, dealing with the muggle money as if he was one, and for that, Ginny was grateful. What was with the stupid papery notes anyway?

Draco then took Ginny's hand and led her gently outside and said, "you're not ready to go home are you?" Ginny shook her head vigorously. Draco smiled and said "come on."

He led her to a busier part of London where there were a lot more youths like and Ginny and Draco. When they reached the line which was entering the club, Draco pulled Ginny away from the bottom of the line, smirking smugly. He walked right up to the VIP line which had basically no people. When he reached the burly bouncer, he produced two ID's and flashed them under the bouncer's nose. Quick as a flash, he returned it to his pocket and let Ginny enter the door first.

"Geez, how did you get those?" commented Ginny loudly as the entered the room which had loud, pumping dance music.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. I believe we have a thing called magic," answered Draco all-knowingly.

The two reached the main dance floor and their bodies started moving. For a large portion of the night, Ginny and Draco danced away amidst many people and flashes of neon light. The music not quite to Ginny's taste but it was good dance music so she let it go. Draco simply ignored the fact there was people teeming around him in the packed club; he kept his eyes on Ginny who danced liked there was no tomorrow. A few times he had to grab Ginny and pull her close because she was dancing away from him unkwowingly.

Later that evening, still in the club, Ginny and Draco had finally danced away a lot of their energy and Draco subtly charmed the muggle stereo system to play a slow dance song. Without thinking, Ginny's arms automatically went around Draco's neck and Draco's arms went straight to Ginny's waist. Their bodies were hot and sweaty but they held each other close anyway, savouring the touch.

Draco himself was in heaven in the sweaty odourous club. Ginny's petite frame seemed to melt into his hard, tall one and he loved the feeling of Ginny's back. Her long wavy hair spilled onto his arms and tickled them whilst Draco leaned his chin on the top of Ginny's head. He swayed to the slow music and simply enjoyed the sensation of having Ginny close; and the fact Ginny's chest was pushed up right against his.

Ginny and Draco were lost in each other for those three minutes and twenty seven seconds. Ginny reveled in Draco's soft touch which was contrasted with his hard body. She could feel his heart beating against hers and enjoyed the rhythmic breathing and swaying. Oh and his scent, his manly, Draco scent drove Ginny wild but her body was content to relax in his loving embrace. She didn't want it to end.

The rest of the club patrons were surprised with the sudden lack of heart pumping, ecstasy matching, sweat producing music but they shut their yap once they saw Ginny and Draco lost in their moment. Somebody had set up a spotlight on them so out of the musky darkness shone a single blue beam of light which illuminated the pair. Many of the guys were jealous of Draco who had 'the hottest chick ever' in his arms, and the girls were green with envy over Ginny, who was wrapped up in 'he's so fuckin' hot!' Even the homosexual's were jealous of their opposite sex, whether it was Draco or Ginny.

The last slow, longing notes of the song was played and the dance music filled the club again. Everybody snapped out of their envious stupor and started moving wildly to the tune again. Draco smiled his breathtaking smile at Ginny and placed a kiss on her lips. He then led her away from the gyrating crowd to the bar on the other side of the room where there was more space.

Draco knew Ginny's preferred order and said to the barman "a club cocktail with passionfruit pulp and a coke and rum for me." The barman nodded and held up his index finger to indicate Draco's order would take a minute.

"That was," breathed Ginny, gazing at Draco with starry bright eyes.

"Amazing," finished Draco, gazing back at Ginny honestly, without smugness and without smirks or quirked eyebrows. Ginny loved it when he spoke from the heart like this.

Not long later, the two received their drinks and not long after that they finished them and decided to head out. They simply ambled up and down the streets, talking gaily and being happy. The two supposed they were happy, and they were, partly. But something still nagged at them, there was still the fact that Draco would be leaving to battle in a week from that day. Whenever Ginny or Draco thought about leaving each other, it physically hurt them, so they ignored it, with a sadness growing inside their hearts every day as the dreaded day came closer.

Ginny was suddenly sick of the streets of muggle London and she told Draco so. He thought about it for a moment and then he held Ginny close, apparating themselves out of the shadows they were standing in. With a pop, they appeared at a deserted beach. However it was one thirty in the morning.

Ginny's eyes reached out to the ocean and took in its nighttime beauty. The waves were calm and were rippling and crashing to the shore gently. The moon was full, (poor Lupin) and reflected brightly off the water. Ginny leaned down and took off her shoes and Draco did the same. The cool tickle of the sand was lovely and Ginny paused and smiled whilst scrunching her toes in it. Draco admired this smile. He admired all of Ginny's smiles.

Without a word, they clasped hands and held their shoes in their other one. Then they headed out towards the water's edge and welcomed the cool water wash over their dance-weary feet. They kept walking for another fifteen minutes, just following the coastline with no particular destination. They didn't speak, they didn't have to. They could have long, interrupted silences comfortably just as they could have long, detailed and passionate conversations.

After fifteen minutes of water and a refreshing seaside breeze, whistling through their hair and tickling the contours of their bodies, Draco led Ginny away from the water. He could tell she was getting tired. Ginny was glad, she was enjoying the water, the breeze, the momentum of their hands swinging but she was also getting tired but she didn't want to break their beach-side stroll, for the coastline stretched infinitely in front of them, inviting Ginny to walk on peacefully, forever.

They walked seven metres away from the shoreline and let their shoes fall to the sand. Draco decided to ignore magic for the moment and heaped up a lot of sand and leant against it. Without having to be told, Ginny sat down beside him and leant all her upper body on his chest. For the rest of the time they were awake, Draco repetitively stroked Ginny's hair and placed random little kisses on Ginny's neck which made Ginny smile.

Ginny was content at watching the ocean do its thing and the moon reflect the light of the sun. That, coupled with Draco's never ending hair-stroking and occasional kisses and the tickling feel of the sand and the warmth and hardness from Draco's chest convinced Ginny that she had never ever been happier in her life. She was glad it was night, nothing would ruin her perfect moment. The light summer breeze whispering through her hair agreed with her.

Soon, Ginny's eyes began to droop and Draco could feel her body becoming slacker against his chest. She whispered "Draco" so softly that Draco thought he heard it in his own mind, but he didn't. Then the steady, soft breaths affirmed that Ginny had fallen asleep.

Something in Draco's jeans pockets was pressing against him, reminding Draco of something he had to do before he left for the war. 'Morning,' thought Draco to himself and his own eyes closed, content with the knowledge that Ginny was in his arms.

-:-

The sun rose, pricking its golden ray of light at the two slumbering people on the English stretch of coastline. The first to wake was Draco whose eyes opened to the peeping rays of light peering out from the watery horizon. He was strongly reminded of Ginny then, and the weight on Draco's chest reassured him that Ginny was still there.

Draco had to sit up though. He could definitely bear Ginny's slight weight against his chest but after a few hours of non-moving, it could ache. His stirring caused Ginny to wake up herself. She too opened her eyes to the cheeky rays of sun, reaching skyward from its watery slumber. She realized she was still leaning on Draco's chest so she got off him and lay on the sand. Lovely, tickly sand.

Ginny could hear Draco standing up beside her, dusting sand off his clothes and Ginny decided it was high time that she did the same. Ginny looked at her backside to check if she had left any sand on the back of her dress. When she turned around to face Draco again, he wasn't there. Instead, he was on the ground looking up at her earnestly with one knee with a little box open in his palm. Inside that box was a shiny ring, the sunlight was reflecting of it with dazzling colours.

"Oh my," murmured Ginny. Her voice was barely heard over the excited whispering of the wind. "Draco," she managed to whisper, her voice full of wonder, surprise and love.

"Ginerva Stephanie Weasley," said Draco in his deep, clear voice. Ginny was definitely shaking over with happiness. "I, Draconis Xavier Malfoy, love with you all my heart. I never knew I could love anyone this much, you hade done so much for me. You are my everything Ginny, and would you do me the greatest honour of marrying me?"

Ginny stared at him with her mouth hanging a little bit. It couldn't be, HE WAS PROPOSING! Ginny had dumb with happiness, she couldn't say anything even if her mind was addled with happiness and love.

"Ginny?" asked Draco after a moment, she hadn't said anything and he was afraid he was going to reject her. He had been so confident that she would say yes, but all his old doubts about her saying no consumed her for that horrendous moment.

"Yes," murmured Ginny, dazed with happiness. "Yes," she said again in a louder, surer voice. "Of course I'll marry you. I was made to marry you!" She managed to crack a brilliant smile which matched the sunlight. Draco did too as he internally thought, 'YEAH! YES YES YES YES YES! SHE SAID YES!' He then slipped on the white gold wedding band with a simple yet artistic diamond design as its centerpiece onto Ginny's ring finger on her left hand.

Ginny and Draco then threw each other in a crazy happy hug and yelled to the sky and each other with happiness. Draco then picked Ginny up by the waist with a flourish and swung her around in circles on the sand. They were mostly yelling gibberish but it didn't matter. Draco then sealed the deal by placing a loving and promising kiss on Ginny's lips as the sun broke free from its ocean shackles and shone freely on the two love infused souls.

OH MY GOD YAY! OMFG! DRACO PROPOSED TO GINNY! I'M SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY! Lol which is damn stupid because I am the author after all. But I am so, so pleased with this chapter, much better than my previous one, which hurts me to think about. –sigh-

ISN'T IT JUST SO DAMN SWEET! I love it! I absolutely love it! This fic also represents how I have no life, and how I think about Ginny and Draco having a great relationship just about 24/7, but hey that's me, Gin/Drake nut.

Anyway, moving on, as you would have noticed the chapters are getting noticeably shorter and the space of time of which elapses between updates are getting longer. Sorry if you have a longer wait and less stuff to read, I've just been so busy crazy I just don't know what goes where and I usually only get twenty a minutes a night to work on this.

I mean, it's my second term at school and nothing has changed, but suddenly it feels like all my time is being leached out of me and being transferred into doing stupid things, ie; school work!

So for that I apologize, but I will keep writing this fic till the end even if it kills me. (Maybe not that far.)

Please review, I really really want your opinion for this chapter, it's probably one of my faves :D

Also, sorry for the crazy similes near the top of the story, I had a total brain block for something bitter.

PLUS, with the restaurant, the waiter, Shaka, I got the name from my friend back in primary school. He was an aboriginal too and that was the only name for the waiter I could think of off the top of my head. So Shaka Cook, if you EVER read this, the waiter is you. Though, I know you're going to be a brilliant artist, not a waiter.

Shit, this is really long.

One last thing, the stuff in the "Chuck Another Snagger on the Barbie Mate" restaurant is only the Australian stereotypes. We don't all wear akubra's (cowboy hats) with corks hanging off around them. (The corks are to shoo away the flies.) I just needed to add a bit of Australian culture in it. Aussie's who are reading this, you'll know what the hell I'm on about. Americans, French, Antarticans, etc please bear in mind we don't eat kangaroo for our stable diet. (And no one in their right mind will name a restaurant like that.)

Anyway, please review,

I love you all! (I'm in a great mood plus I just made a really good coffee)

Jessica/yourbeautifulnightmare

P.S Notice how Ginny turns nineteen on chapter nineteen? Lol funni coincidence. Btw, Daniel VA if you're reading this, I swear it was a coincidence, don't you dare go sarcastic on me.