Ah dear reader, owls have been pouring into the office delivering angry letters with even angrier words inside. You do not believe that I write the truth, you want the real reason the wizarding word's favorite couple is not married. You claim that I need to go have my head examined at Saint Mungo's. But I spoke truly in my last article, or did you not see the signatures at the bottom?

Ginny Weasley did indeed become Ginny Malfoy before the end of the war, before, in fact, Draco Malfoy was allowed into the Order.

It all started on dark and stormy night, as most frightening and terrible stories do. The lightening clashed through the sky, and the rain beat down in furious drops. I remember because I thought it an ill omen at the time, and tried to stop Ginny. She had received a note several weeks prior detailing information of a Death Eater attack and an address and date for a meeting. On this night, she informed only her dearest friends of her plans.

I was not pleased.

Wrapped in a dark cloak and a few defensive spells, Ginny went out into that stormy night to meet this potential benefactor. Perhaps you have guessed, dear reader, the identity of this man, but Ginny would not know for several months that her informante was in fact Draco Malfoy.

By this time they had already formed a bond, one deeper then mere friendship but not romantic enough to be called love. They had fought and laughed, hugged and sat tables apart. Whenever Ginny returned home from one of those meetings, she had a look of completion on her face. It was as if, she was just a little lost without Draco.

As the war began to grow more desperate, her information became vital to the Order and his life dangerous with each minute. At every meeting, she begged for his name, so that she might protect him better. She argued vehemently that he might join the Order. But his only response was that Harry Potter would never accept him.

Only Ginny's dearest friend could understand the sadness that overcame her in those bloody days. It was in those days that Ginny walked around on the verge of tears. No one else seemed to notice, but when she didn't have more information, then they all seemed to care. We had many a discussion on that subject.

But it always ended with one comment, "Yes, he'll come back; your love will return."

And then she would reply with just a little bit of surprise and longing, "Yes, he is my love, isn't he?"

Those were dark days at headquarters with death waiting around each hour. No one really knew which would be the last. The yelling wasn't nearly as bad as the silence. And it always seemed like it had to be one or the other.

Ginny and I went to dinner one night to escape the moroseness of the house even if we could not escape it from within ourselves. While at the pub, two men, their faces and bodies hidden in the dark cloaks, came in and Ginny inhaled sharply. I knew then I was about to meet her contact.

"Darling," The two men sat down opposite us, as if we were just waiting for them to show up. He slipped his hand into hers.

"I suppose we should give them some time alone." I said to the other man. Later I learned his name, Blaise Zabini, and we spoke of many things, mostly though, of Ginny, Draco, and the war.

I know not what they spoke of that night, only that he told her his name, there were tears from both, and Ginny did not go home with me that evening. After months of worrying over her safety with this stranger, one would think I would not let her leave with an enemy. But as I watched the two of them together, it became clear that there was nothing to be done for it.

Have you ever seen a couple who simply belonged together for no particular reason? Have you ever seen two people so perfect in their imperfections that it hurt to look at them? They love each other without reason.

Do not ask, for I do not know what they shared that evening. I do not know the events that took place or what words were shared. She did not volunteer the information, and I did not ask.

They were clever at hiding their relationship, clever at finding ways to meet, clever at being in love.

One evening Ginny went to her closest friend for help. She revealed a small ring hanging off of a necklace, a secret engagement.

And so it was that on another dark and stormy night, with the lightening filling the sky, nearly a year later, Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy stood before a magistrate and became husband and wife.

The announcement was made in a small muggle newspaper in Deven. I've included a copy here.

April 19th a Miss Ginevra Weasley married a Mr. Draco Malfoy, thereby joining both their houses and creating them anew.

As you can see, it is in accordance with all of our laws and perfectly binding. If you still require more evidence, the marriage certificate will be on display at the ministry for the next few weeks.

Luna Lovegood

So there's part two, if anyone has some good ideas for a part three I would be delighted to hear them.

Thanks,

Allychik6