A/N - Alright folks, it's a wrap! The final chapter is up!

Draco stood by the window of Malfoy Manor, gazing out at the expansive grounds bathed in moonlight. His thoughts wandered back to the enchanting evening at the ball, where he shared an unexpected connection with a mysterious enchantress. Her absence lingered, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill.

The image of her laughter and the sparkle in her eyes haunted Draco's thoughts, a vivid memory etched in his mind. He had been captivated by her spirit, her wit, and the way she seemed to see beyond the façade he presented to the world.

Unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something crucial, Draco turned to his closest friend, Blaise, for counsel. The candles cast long shadows as Draco and Blaise retreated to a more secluded part of the estate. The air was charged with the weight of Draco's unspoken dilemma, and Blaise, attuned to his friend's turmoil, waited for the revelation he sensed was impending.

As they settled into a quiet alcove, Draco's normally composed facade wavered, betraying the storm within. He took a deep breath before breaking the silence. "Blaise, there's something I need to tell you. Something that's been consuming my thoughts, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Blaise, leaning against a stone pillar, regarded Draco with a knowing expression. "Go on, mate. You know you can always confide in me."

Draco hesitated for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "It's about the Malfoy ball—the woman I danced with. I can't get her out of my mind. It's as if she's taken residence in my thoughts, and I don't even know her name."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You're in love with a mystery woman? Draco Malfoy, falling for someone whose name you don't even know? That's a new one."

"Who said anything about love?"

Blaise stared at him and smirked. "Because I know you Draco and I was there when the two of you danced. The air between you was so charged, I'm surprised you didn't combust on the spot!"

Draco sighed, the depth of his frustration evident. "I know it's not just infatuation, Blaise but I need to pursue this because I know it can be so much more. There's something about her, something that goes beyond the surface. I need to find her, but I have no leads, nothing to go on."

Blaise, ever the pragmatist, crossed his arms. "Well, that's quite the predicament. We'll need more than wishful thinking to track down a woman from a single dance."

Draco nodded, a hint of desperation in his eyes. "That's where you come in, Blaise. You've always been resourceful. I need your help to find her, to uncover who she is."

Blaise arched an eyebrow, contemplating the request. "You're asking me to be your detective in a love story. Not the usual request, but I suppose I owe you for that incident with the Niffler in sixth year."

Draco managed a small smile, gratitude mingling with his anxiety. "I knew I could count on you, Blaise. We need to piece together any details that could lead us to her."

Blaise's gaze turned thoughtful as he considered the challenge ahead. "Draco, you're not going to like what I'm about to suggest, but we might need a bit of Gryffindor brilliance for this. What if we involve Hermione?"

Draco's eyes widened in surprise and then turned shrewd. "Do you think she'll help?"

Blaise chuckled. "Think about it, Draco. She's got a knack for solving mysteries, and she's quite good at deciphering matters of the heart. Besides, she's married to me." he grinned.

Draco's expression shifted from skepticism to reluctant consideration. "Granger? I never thought I'd say this, but if she can help me find the woman who's turned my life upside down, I would be eternally grateful to her"

Blaise burst out laughing. "Do you even know the meaning of gratitude?"

And so, with the unexpected twist of seeking Hermione Granger's assistance, Draco and Blaise set in motion a plan to unravel the mystery that had gripped Draco's heart. As Blaise shared the details with his wife, Hermione's eyes sparkled with amusement. After listening to the predicament Draco was in, she was confident her plan had worked partially. She had seen Draco and Ginny dance at the ball and the sparks she noticed between them had her reaching for ice through the ball. The fire between Draco and Ginny, Ooh La la!

She texted Ginny and asked her to meet for drinks after work. Ginny confirmed and HErmoine smiled, She knew Draco was halfway in love with his mystery woman. But , did Ginny feel the same way?

The warm glow of the pub in Diagon Alley provided a cozy backdrop for Hermione and Ginny's long-overdue catch-up. As they settled into a quiet corner with their drinks, Hermione couldn't help but notice the distant look in Ginny's eyes.

"So, spill it, Ginny," Hermione teased, taking a sip of her butterbeer. "How was the Malfoy ball? Any interesting encounters?"

Ginny hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "Oh, you know, the usual. Fancy dresses, elaborate decor. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Hermione arched an eyebrow, catching the subtle evasion. "Come on, Gin. You know I was there right? I saw you dance with a handsome stranger and the sparks that flew between you, OMG!"

Ginny blushed. "Oh hush! It wasn't like that"

Hermoine raised her eyebrows in her trademark style that only Hermoine could and Ginny sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Alright, fine. It was... intense. We shared a kiss, and it felt like more than just physical attraction. We connected on a deeper level, Hermione. But the problem is, I don't even know his name. He felt so familiar somehow, and it's driving me mad not knowing who he is."

Hermione leaned back in her chair, studying Ginny with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "An intense encounter, a mysterious stranger, and a kiss that went beyond the surface? Sounds like something out of a romance novel, doesn't it?"

Ginny rolled her eyes playfully. "I know, I know. It sounds cliché, but it was different, Hermione. There was this unspoken connection, as if we had known each other for ages. But, here I am, left with nothing but questions."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "So, tell me more. What was he like? Any distinct features or details that could help us identify him?"

Ginny paused, her brow furrowing as she retraced the memory. "He was tall, with blonde hair. His eyes were a distinctive shade of gray, and there was this air of confidence around him. Oh and he was wearing a silver blue mask. But it's not just his appearance; it's the way he spoke, the way he held me. It felt like he knew me, and I knew him, even though we had never met before."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with an idea. "Blonde hair, gray eyes, confident demeanor... sounds like quite the mystery man. Maybe we can ask around, see if anyone at the ball knows him. Or perhaps there's a magical way to trace him."

Hermione's mind raced with possibilities, a plan forming in the depths of her clever Gryffindor brain. "Ginny, what if we take matters into our own hands? What if we find a way to track him down ourselves?"

Ginny looked at her friend with a mixture of hope and skepticism. "How on earth do you propose we do that, Hermione?"

A mischievous glint danced in Hermione's eyes. "Leave that to me, Ginny." Unaware of the role Hermione had decided to play in unraveling the mystery, Ginny agreed, a newfound excitement replacing her earlier despondence. As they clinked their glasses together in a silent toast, Hermione couldn't help but marvel at the intricate dance of fate and the secrets yet to be revealed but hoped her friend would forgive her for meddling in her love life.

Days later, Hermione, armed with the knowledge of Draco's mysterious encounter, orchestrated an ingenious plan. She invited Ginny to a gathering at Blaise's home, subtly ensuring that Draco would be present. Ginny, unaware of the brewing storm, entered the elegantly appointed room. The air crackled with anticipation as she exchanged polite greetings with the guests. Draco, on the other hand, felt a sense of restless anticipation, the unknown tension building within him.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere shifted. The meeting between Draco and Ginny took a turn unexpected by even Hermione. The conversation, meant to be a prelude to a fairy-tale revelation, instead spiraled into an argument, the tension palpable in the air.

Ginny raised an eyebrow as Draco approached. "Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

Draco's lips curled into a half-smirk. "Same could be asked of you, Weasley. What's Granger's game this time?"

Ginny shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Your guess is as good as mine. Apparently, she has her reasons for bringing us together. Also she's Granger-Zabini now, Malfoy?"

Draco narrows his eyes at her in annoyance and looks away. It didn't take long for the uneasy tension to morph into verbal sparring.

"She always did have a penchant for meddling," Draco commented, leaning against the table with crossed arms.

Ginny couldn't resist a retort. "Well, you know what they say about old habits, Malfoy. Die hard, don't they?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, something vaguely familiar about her. "This isn't exactly my idea of a pleasant evening, Weasley. So, can we cut the small talk and get to the point?"

Ginny smirked, her competitive spirit rising to the surface. "You're right, Malfoy. No need for pleasantries. But like I already stated, I have no idea why you are here, numb-skull!"

As the exchange escalated, their words became sharper, and the atmosphere crackled with tension. The initial awkwardness evolved into a full-blown verbal spat, each comment laced with thinly veiled disdain.

"Why on earth would Granger's quest for mystery woman from the ball involve me talking to a Weasley?" Draco muttered, frustration evident in his tone.

Ginny's eyes narrowed, something clicking into place. "Wait a minute. Mystery woman? At the ball?"

Draco looked at her closely and scoffed. "What does it matter to you? Mind your own business, will you?" he waves her away.

A realization dawned on Ginny, murmuring to herself. "It's you. You're the mystery man. How is that possible?" The silver eyes, blond hair.. It all made sense. How had she not thought of this before!

Draco's expression shifted from irritation to confusion. "What are you on about, Weasley?"

Ginny, her realization not quite sinking in for Draco, shook her head in disbelief. "Never mind, Malfoy. Just forget it. This was a colossal waste of time."

Ginny, feeling frustrated and confused by the unexpected turn of events, privy to the secret that Hermoine had orchestrated this meeting to unravel the mystery of the ball, stormed away from Draco. Hermione, hidden in a corner of the room, observed the failed interaction with a furrowed brow. Her plan to unite Draco and Ginny had hit an unexpected snag, and she had no idea what to do next.

Meanwhile, Draco remained in the dark, his encounter leaving him bewildered in her wake. It was then, in the quiet confines of Blaise's home, that Draco's eyes fell upon a framed picture—a seemingly inconspicuous photograph that would change everything. In the image, Ginny and Hermione were smiling, arms around each other, with the unmistakable backdrop of a girl's bedroom room.

Draco's eyes widened as he took in the details—the room adorned with a massive Harpies poster, a Gryffindor uniform from Hogwarts and a Weasley family portrait in the background. Suddenly, the memories of the woman from the ball flooded back. She had mentioned having a poster in her room too. And suddenly all the pieces started falling into place, the HArpies poster, an incident during the second year and his utterly catastrophic meeting with Ginny just now (or more importantly why Ginny felt so familiar in his interactions just now)

Frantically, Draco sought out Hermione, a mix of desperation and excitement in his eyes. "You have to help me find her, Hermione. I need to see her again."

"After that disastrous meeting, I doubt she even wants to look at you!"

"Well, a little warning would have been nice!" he retorted.

"Where's the fun in that? Besides, I honestly thought you would recognize each other"

"Granger! I'm desperate here.." he muttered.

"Only if you agree to 1 double date each month with you, Ginny, Blaise and I" Hermione smirked and proceeded to explain the plan to Draco.

The sterile scent of potions and the low hum of healing spells surrounded Ginny as she exited the bustling halls of St Mungo's. It had been a long day, and she was eager to leave the confines of the hospital behind. Little did she know that her exit would be intercepted by an unexpected visitor.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, a voice, smooth as silk, cut through the air. "Weasley."

Ginny turned around to find Draco Malfoy leaning casually against the corridor wall, his trademark smirk in place. "Malfoy," she replied, her tone carrying a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

Draco stepped forward, his gray eyes narrowing with determination. "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?"

Ginny crossed her arms, not entirely thrilled by the prospect. "A chat about what, exactly?"

Draco's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he spoke. "Let's cut to the chase, Weasley. You were the mystery woman at the ball, weren't you?"

Ginny feigned innocence, her expression morphing into one of confusion. "Mystery woman? What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

Draco's smirk grew more pronounced as he decided to play his hand. "I may not remember every detail from that night, but there's one thing I'm certain of. The woman wore a stunning emerald green gown that night. Ring a bell?"

"Midnight blue-" Ginny muttered without thought. Suddenly her eyes widened at the realization of what she had revealed and she glanced at Draco who held a victorious smile on his face. Not just triumph, but it held a softness she would have never associated to a Malfoy, and certainly not when looking at her.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about…" Ginny maintained her poker face, but Draco could sense the subtle shift in her demeanor. "You have a vivid imagination, Malfoy."

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "But I'm not imagining this, Ginny. The woman I kissed that night wore a dress exactly like you said - midnight blue. It was the shade of the sky just after the sun had dipped below the horizon. A unique, enchanting color. And the woman standing in front of me right now is doing her best to hide the fact that she's the one I've been searching for."

Ginny's eyes darted away for a moment before she regained her composure. "You're delusional. I don't know what game you're playing, but I suggest you leave me out of it."

Draco's lips curled into a triumphant smile and with a swift motion, he reached for her hand, pulling her closer. Ginny, caught off guard, tried to protest, but Draco's lips met hers in a kiss that left no room for argument. It was new but also familiar, enveloping both in a sea of sensations. A kiss born of the mystery and allure of that enchanted night, a kiss that immediately silenced the unspoken conflict between them.

Ginny stiffened for a moment but could not resist giving in to the feelings the kiss invoked. She opened her mouth for Draco to swoop in and he curled his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She wrapped a hand behind his head, reeling him in, staying the other on his shoulder.

As the kiss deepened, Draco sighed in content. It was her alright, the woman from the ball. She still smelled of strawberries and cream, her lips soft as rose petals and her skin smooth like butter. It felt like coming home, after what felt like forever that he spent searching for her.

The sterile halls of St Mungo's seemed to fade away as Draco and Ginny pulled apart, the world around them momentarily forgotten. A soft smile graced Draco's lips, and Ginny's gaze held a warmth that spoke of unspoken understanding.

Draco, ever the composed one, spoke first. "Well, that certainly clarifies a few things, doesn't it?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, a teasing spark in her gaze. "You could say that. But don't let it get to your head, Malfoy. One kiss doesn't change everything."

Draco chuckled, a low, melodic sound that echoed through the corridor. "Who said anything about changing everything? I just needed to make sure you weren't going to hex me for stealing a kiss." he smirked. "Or two." and leaned in to steal another kiss.

Ginny's playful scowl transformed into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I wouldn't put it past me, Malfoy. But I suppose I can make an exception this time."

And with that, they began to walk side by side, the sterile hospital surroundings transformed by the magic of the moment. As they reached the entrance, Draco couldn't help but offer his arm in a classic, chivalrous gesture.

Ginny raised an eyebrow but accepted the offer with a smirk. "Chivalry from Draco Malfoy? Now, that's a fairy tale twist."

The magical world outside St Mungo's awaited them, and as they stepped into the crisp evening air, the promise of a new beginning lingered.

A few months had passed since that unexpected encounter in the corridors of St Mungo's, and the relationship between them had evolved into something remarkably tender. In the quiet moments shared between them, the traces of their Hogwarts animosity had faded, replaced by an understanding that love could indeed blossom in the most unlikely places. The tender moments were interspersed with playful bickering and teasing, a reminder of the undeniable chemistry that drew them together.

One evening, Draco and Ginny found themselves strolling along the moonlit grounds of the Burrow. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the distant laughter of the Weasley family echoed in the background. As they walked hand in hand, the tension that once defined their interactions had transformed into a shared warmth, a connection that went beyond the constraints of their past.

Ginny glanced at Draco, her eyes softening with affection. "You know, Malfoy, I never thought I'd see the day when I'd willingly spend an evening with a Slytherin."

Draco chuckled, squeezing her hand gently. "And I never thought I'd willingly spend an evening with a Gryffindor. Yet, here we are."

They stopped by the edge of the lake, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on the water. Draco turned to face Ginny, his gray eyes filled with sincerity. "I never expected to find this kind of connection with you, Ginny. But I'm glad I did."

Ginny smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Don't get too sentimental, Malfoy. You might ruin your reputation."

Draco rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "I think my reputation can handle it, Weasley."

As they stood there, the unspoken understanding lingered between them. The moonlight painted a romantic backdrop, and the magic of the moment was palpable. Draco reached into his pocket, producing a small velvet box.

Ginny arched an eyebrow. "What's this?"

Draco cleared his throat, his usual composed demeanor momentarily replaced by a hint of nervousness. "Consider it a token of gratitude for putting up with my Slytherin tendencies."

Ginny opened the box to find a delicate silver necklace with a small pendant—a crescent moon intertwined with a star. She looked up at Draco, surprise and gratitude in her eyes.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

Draco smiled, a rare vulnerability in his gaze. "It's a reminder that sometimes, unexpected connections can lead to love."

Ginny leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "I couldn't agree more, Malfoy."

A/N So, how was this? I hope it didn't feel rushed! LEave me some reviews and make my day if you liked it!