For some odd reason, it felt like years, literally YEARS that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had been conjugated in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, waiting for the glorious wedding.

Voldemort pulled out his smart phone.

"Actually, this fanfic hasn't been updated since TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN!" He yelled, to no one in particular.

But the author felt his rage, heard his fury. So she finally returned to the story so that the soon to be dearly beloved could officially tie the knot.

"THANK YOU!" Voldemort yelled, again, to no one in particular.

The bells chimed, the deathly chorus sang, and Draco continued to look attractively gorgeous at the altar, unfazed by the long update.

The doors to the Great Hall opened, and the gorgeous bride floated down the aisle, her flower girl Dobby throwing out rose petals in front of her way.

"OOOH, she looks like a veela!" Ron drooled from the Weasley section.

"She is your sister!" Hermione slapped him on the arm, horrified, as Ron blushed at his tranquilizer-induced outburst.

Ginny snorted at her brother's silliness and gripped her father's arm as they continued down the aisle together. Arthur felt an uncomfortable mix of emotions at the unfolding scene before them. Misery that his only daughter was getting married. Deeper misery that she was marrying a Malfoy.

Draco looked at the two Weasleys before him as they reached him at the altar. Ginny had tears of joy in her eyes. Arthur had tears of crippling sadness.

Ginny kissed her father on the cheek and took a step forward to meet Draco. It seemed, however, that Arthur was having difficulty relinquishing his daughter's hand.

"It's going to be ok, Dad. I promise," Ginny whispered.

Arthur chanced one last, furious look at Draco.

"You better treat her good, Malfoy. SO GOOD!" He released his daughters arm and, tearfully, went to sit in the back of the Great Hall with his wife.

Draco and Ginny linked hands, turning as a couple to face Voldemort.

"Dearly beloved!" He cried joyously. "We are here to celebrate the union of Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy and Miss Ginevra Molly Weasley. Is there anyone here who...objects to this marriage?"

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at Harry Potter.

At that moment, several outbursts happened very quickly in unison. Harry Potter, Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy all stood up as if to object. Quite curiously, though, they were met with four anticipatory beams of purple light prepared by four anticipatory Death Eaters. The beams hit them squarely in the forehead, made them seem about as loopy as a Ron Weasley on a healthy dose of horse tranquilizer, and proceeded to make them sit down immediately, happily and confusedly.

"No objections, then? No objections at all?" Continued Voldemort, unfazed. "Excellent. Let us proceed. Do you, Mr. Malfoy, take Miss Weasley to be your lawfully wedded witch?"

"I do," smirked Malfoy.

"And do you, Miss Weasley, take Mr. Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded wizard?"

"I do!" Ginny gushed.

"Then by the power I have vested in myself, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Draco, you may kiss your bride!"

Fireworks burst into the magical skies of the Great Hall in fiery red and dashing silver. Triumphant cannons sounded in the background. All those in attendance stood to their feet and clapped and cheered and cried as Draco and Ginny shared their first kiss as a married couple.

Voldemort smiled to himself and wiped away the happy tears that crept down his cheek. His work was finally done. Potter was cock blocked. Draco and Ginny were married. And, at this moment, witches and wizards everywhere were meeting in secret, raising glasses and whispering in hushed voices;

"To Draco and Ginny, the ship that lived!"

Voldemort could not wait to read the epilogue.