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Probably.
He stood at the alter, trying to kept his head facing forward. He wasn't very good at it. He kept glancing behind, hoping to catch a glimpse of his bride. Then he saw her. Her dress was pure white with a small amount of beading just below the bust. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a French plait, but a few curly tendrils fell lose, framing her slightly tanned face. She had a soft splattering of freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks. His breath caught his throat. She was beautiful and she was his. That made him the happiest and luckiest man in the world. Soft chestnut brown eyes met his own silver ones. They never lost eye contact not even when she reached to alter. She lent forward to whisper in his ear her warm breath, escaping from her rose tinted lips, tickling him.
"Open the door."
He pulled away from her and looked at her questioningly but she beckoned him closer yet again. "God damn it Draco. I know your in there. Its cold and dark out here. Get up and answer the bloody door." She pulled away from him and gave a small smile, before shoving on his chest. He fell backward, being consumed by the darkness.
When he landed he found himself in his own bed, with its grey Egyptian cotton bed sheets and empty space beside him. But what confused him was that he could still hear the voice from his dream.
"Draco!! I'm freezing answer the door!"
It took him a few moments to realise that that voice was actually real and was coming from outside his front door. Rubbing his head he pulled back the covers and stumbled down the stairs. The voice seemed to be getting more infuriated every moment he wasted. But right now he did not care. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. He was having a lovely dream and she had just interrupted it. Yanking the door open, he faced the female Weasley. The same one Blaise had been telling him that he had to do something before he missed his chance. The one he had missed his chance with. The same one he was dreaming about just moments before.
"What do you want?" He grumbled. Just because he loved her didn't mean he needed to be nice. His eyes were wide, his usually perfectly preened hair, messy and he had nothing but his boxer shorts on. Ginny let out a giggle at the sight of him before she flashed him a sweet innocent smile,
"Did I disturb you?" She pushed past him and walked into the lounge. He stood at the door holding it open, after a few moments he sarcastically muttered.
"Make your self comfortable." Before slamming the door shut. He followed her path in to his living room, she was sitting on his sofa, her legs tucked up underneath her. Subconsciously rubbing her hands together, obviously nervous.
"Shouldn't you be at home. Its three in the morning and you're getting married at half eleven." He complained, perching on the coffee table.
She turned to him and spoke so softly he thought it might just be in his head. "I don't want to get married." He stared at the woman sitting in front of him. Her straight auburn hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She wore that stupid muggle coat he bought for her about three years ago, during their mission. The man in the shop had called it a parka, it was army green with a faux fur trim across the hood. Underneath it was hiding a short demin skirt. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't tonight your hen night?"
She sighed. "Yes, but I can't see how this affects anything."
He cut her short. "So you have been drinking?"
"Yeah, but it was my hen night like you just said and it was only a couple glasses of champagne. I'm not drunk." she protested.
"Gin, you're not thinking straight. We both know you can't handle any alcohol, so why don't you stay here tonight and I'll take you back to the Burrow once you slept it off." He pulled her up by her arm, but she snatched it away.
Glaring at him she spoke her words laced with frustration. "Draco that was two years ago. I can handle my drink just fine, thank you. I'm thinking perfectly straight also. I do not want to get married. I'm just not in love with him. I don't think I ever was. It was all just an illusion." She sighed and sat but down on the sofa. He still stood staring at her with disbelief in his eyes. "I don't get you. I thought you would be pleased and understand. You have always hated him. You refused to talk to me for three days after I told you I was getting married to him. And now I tell you I don't want to marry him you accuse me of being pissed and crazy. I don't get you. I have spent the past five years as your partner. I spent three of them pretending to be your girlfriend. I saw you every single day. You know everything and yet when I want some support you block me out." she let out a hollow laugh. "Would you like to know the real reason I don't want to marry Harry? Because I love you. Stupid isn't it? You put me through crap and yet I've still fallen in love with you. I would never ad-"
She never got to finish her sentence. His lips claimed her own, like a magnet. He wasn't sure why did it but he knew he had to. He had to take this chance She may be getting married in the morning but right now he didn't care he knew he just had to have her, fell her, taste her. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, she gasped opening her mouth, he took complete advantage of that. Ginny could fell his lips twisting into a smirk as his tongue explored her mouth. She pulled him off the table so he was kneeling in front of her, so she had better access to his mouth and body. He pushed off the ugly jacket, running his hands up and down her arms, he felt her shiver underneath his touch. Slowly he stood up, pulling her with him, he lifted her up so she could wrap her legs round his waist, carrying her up to his bedroom and into his bed. Hands exploring and his lips never leaving hers.
When he woke it was to an empty bed. If it wasn't for the note he found on the side and the fact there was her parka jacket on the sofa, he would have thought it was all a dream. A smutty dream, a very realistic smutty dream but a dream all the same. Picking up the note he unfolded and read her elegant writing
Draco,
I have to get married. I need to do what is right for my family and Harry. I meant every word that I said last night but I need to make my family proud.
I'm sorry.
The first time I realised I was in love with you was when you told me about the stars. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was just sitting with you, how easy it was. You told me to make a wish and I did. You made it come true.
Thank you.
I love you and I always will.
Ginevra.
Draco read and reread the note. He stood frozen for a moment before making a snap decision. Scrunching up the note, he scrambled around the house looking for the ridiculous but very useful mobile phone she had made him buy when they were on their missions. Slowly he punched in the familiar number.
"Blaise?…. How soon can you be here?….. Good get round here then……. Do you know where St. Stevens Church is?….Damn……Why? Because we have a wedding to stop." He hung up before Blaise could ask any more questions. He ran up the stairs, going to get dressed. Potter wasn't going to win. Not this time. He wanted that girl and he wouldn't be a Malfoy he didn't at least try.
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