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A/N: All right. I said there'll be two more chapters, but this is the last one. THE last one. *weeping* There's no way I can write two more with the time left, so I'll combine chap twelve and the epilogue together in a very long and nice chapter. Hey, you said you like long chappies, and this one isn't nearly as long as the two before!

Oh, a few things:

Who called the French Ministry?—since the British Ministry knew about Harry and his magic, I'm supposing that a similar system works in France.

Colette's middle name—Colette's whole name is Colette-Françoise Devinette Atort. In chapter three, Ginny called her by "Colette Françoise Atort", and I didn't want you guys to be mixed up.

Oh, and I'll answer reviews first this time:

Thank you immensely to the reviewers of chapter eleven (only chapter eleven, because my comp is messed up):

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Bride of a Dragon

By: Katrina

Corrupted Yet Perfect Ending

"You have to admit, my DAM, that Ron reacted better than you'd expect."

Draco and Ginny were sitting together on the bed of the Potter's guest room, Molly not willing to go home just yet. They were both leaning against the headboard of the bed, Draco's arm slung carelessly and naturally over it. He was wearing only the pajama pants Harry had lent him—rather generously, Ginny had told Draco before he could scowl at the thought of wearing Potty's pajamas—and was looking dead sexy with his abs and chest. Not muscular exactly, but enough so that Ginny felt like running her hand up and down. Ginny was wearing a thin and light pink nightgown over her bra and panties, which clashed horribly with her hair. Since Molly had run to Lily's room to play, her parents had, after some moments of hesitation, got on the bed at the same time, and decided to each do their own stuff—Draco thinking, and Ginny reading—before Ginny broke the silence.

"That depends on your definition of 'better'," said Draco, rubbing his nose. Ginny hid an impish grin as she regarded his twice-broken nose. "His punch is a hell of a lot worse than Colette's, and she'd been quite a puncher herself, I got to tell you."

Ginny smiled to herself. After Molly had announced to the world that Mommy and Daddy kissed, everybody had frozen. Harry and Hermione weren't surprised, and didn't seem to react as strongly. They were probably going to congratulate them, Ginny was sure, before Ron recovered, dashed to Draco, and gave him a punch so hard that it sent the sofa Draco was resting on across the room, taking a surprised Ginny with him. Luckily, Cho and Hermione reminded him that children were present, and he managed to calm down. As Ginny told her tale of everything that happened from the night in the hotel to the fiancée and to the bet, leaving out conveniently the falling-in-love parts, Ron just grew redder, paler, and redder again, but didn't do anything drastic, of which Ginny was glad.

"It's not like he forbade us to be together," said Ginny. "I mean, he was cool with leaving us alone at the Potters…"

"Alone?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Didn't he kind of get himself a guest room here too?" Ginny averted his gaze, reddening. "And what about that thing with my so-called speech in the chamber?" He sent his beloved a death glare as she started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Oh…that love proclamation?" Ginny said, her sputters of laughs finally subsiding. "What about? That was really touching. I myself didn't expect you to say something like that." But I loved it. Ginny felt warm and sweet all over that someone had declared to the whole world that he loved her. She looked up at Draco, a childish angry look on his face. And believe me, I would've made a more emotional speech. Ginny wasn't sure if Draco had heard her thoughts, but he suddenly smirked, and took a lock of her hair.

"Never mind. We can just lock the door and they won't know a thing."

Ginny gave a gasp of mock horror. "My, my, what are you thinking?" she said, cocking her head wickedly. "What can Ron do about us sleeping together? I mean, just sleeping. You know, it's Harry's house after all, and he can't just stand guard outside."

"Sleeping with me so close to you can be a strong crime," teased Draco, stroking Ginny's cheek. Ginny sighed and let herself drown in the sensation. No wonder so many girls back in Hogwarts wanted to get in bed with Draco. They had spanking good tastes. "But we can always get another bed…"

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"…for Molly," he finished.

"I don't know," said Ginny. "Let's keep this as clean and innocent as we can till we talk with my parents." She bit her lips worriedly. "I don't know what they'll react to anything anymore, but at least Ron can testify that we didn't…you know, do anything besides the day Molly was conceived." The thought that she'd have to face her family chilled Ginny considerably, and she snuggled to Draco for mental warmth. "I know that they're probably a bit wrong for throwing me out like that, but I know that they really do love me, and I love and miss them a lot. I want Molly to meet her cousins, especially Percy's kid, and I want Molly to be happy, I guess."

Draco was silent. What did you expect? Ginny asked herself. He doesn't know what to do in situations like this. She clasped his hand and kept on talking. "I'm worried about you too. Ron didn't accept you, and he's the only one who accepted Molly. I don't want my brothers to hurt you, and I assure you that they're very capable of that. And then there's myself. Harry and Hermione and Cho are nice, but they just aren't like my family, you know. I actually miss Fred turning my hair purple, and Percy telling me to comb my hair…and…"

Ginny felt as if she was about to cry. All the past memories had come flooding back to her. She sniffled, and Draco held her closer, patting her. It was just like in the doll-world, except it was so much better now. Ginny didn't need him to say anything. She knew that this was probably his way of comforting her, and she enjoyed it. She'd like to think of this as a love that surpassed words, just like the Potter's and her brother's. "I'll be here for you no matter what happens," said Draco. "No matter will try to hurt me, obviously." He smirked arrogantly, and Ginny had to laugh at his antics.

She was soon aware of how nice he felt, as her hand rested on his chest. She could feel it rising up and down as he breathed, faster and faster. Ginny stared into his eyes, admiring his finely chiseled face. God, he was handsome. Sexy. She couldn't think of any more words to describe him, but quite a man to have slept with. And quite a man to have come to love. She felt her own breathing grow ragged. Who cares about this rule of virginity? She thought, surprisingly herself with the thought as she leaned in closer to him. He responded by encircling her waist and pulling her closer. Who the hell cares anyway? Molly will be at Lily's room for a few more moments, and…

Her thoughts were intercepted as the lips met in a kiss. Ginny rolled slightly and fell on Draco, holding onto him as they kissed fiercely. No death situations this time, thank the grace of Merlin. She felt his muscle tense up underneath her, pulling her closer, running his hand through her silky locks. His heart was pressed up against her, and she could feel it pounding as hard as hers. How many times has she dreamed of this? Of a guy kissing her on the bed? Of her willingly responding? She thought she could hear Titanic's theme song in the back, as she became the one on the bottom. She felt her nightgown becoming undone, revealing her white and slender arms, but she didn't care. She raised up and pulled him down for another kiss.

And another…

It feels so darn good…

And another…

And another…

THUMP! Ginny suddenly found herself lying on the fluffy carpet of the Potter guest room, with Draco on top of her, his bare chest touching the fabric of her bra, their noses bumping each other playfully. She had to laugh silently at the thought that they'd managed to roll down from the bed. She wondered if anyone else had ever experienced this, but as she fell, it was as if she were flying in the air. Love is in the air has some basis after all, she thought, as she reached up for him, but-

The door suddenly opened, and Molly came in, her single braid on her back flying as she did so. "Hey, Mom-what are you doing?"

Draco vainly tried to sit up, but he probably felt as like as jelly as Ginny. What did it look like? Her father bare-chested, kneeling over her mother, and her mother half-naked? The parents looked at each other, at an loss for an answer. There goes the virginity plan, Ginny thought, not without amusement. She saw her daughter's wide eyes and confused face, and tried to think of something. She couldn't. "Great, Draco," she said, not willing to move. "Corrupting our poor daughter at the mere age of five."

"We're…um…testing the flexibility of the floor," Draco said, and Ginny burst out laughing. Of all excuses!

But Molly looked delighted. "It was to be on the mouth, wasn't it?" she asked, coming closer. "Can you kiss Mommy for me? On the mouth?"

"Ummm…" Ginny's protest was muffled by Draco's lips. I'm gonna murder you for this! she thought angrily, hoping Draco could see words floating on top of her head.

He didn't, however, and the kiss lasted a full minute. Ginny was actually disappointed when he finally pulled away to face their daughter. She could tell that even Draco was a bit worried of their horrifying influence on this five-year-old girl.

Instead of being horrified, Molly squealed happily. "Yeah! I've gotta tell Lily! You kissed!" and with that, she ran off in a frenzy to Lily Potter's room.

"Tell me that didn't just happen," said Ginny in mock dismay. "What have you done to Molly?"

"Ah, she deserved it," said Draco airily, but at Ginny's stern glance he cracked up. "I mean, c'mon, the kid's been waiting all these years. Her wish is finally granted."

Ginny shook her head. "Honestly, Draco, if something goes wrong with Molly's head, I'm marching you to the dementors."

Draco grinned and gently picked Ginny up from the floor, kissing the tip of her nose meanwhile as he placed her on the bed and climbed up beside her. "Meanwhile, Ginny," he said, pulling the nightgown off and unclasping her bra, as Ginny started to pull down his pants, "how about getting another sibling for Molly?"

Ginny laughed as he kissed her breasts. "Under one condition," she said, reaching for her wand.

Draco frowned. "And what's that?"

Ginny giggled. "I get to turn off the lights this time."

~*~

Draco woke up the next morning with a gloriously naked Ginny in his arms, sleeping peacefully, looking absolutely angelic. Kissing her wild hair, he thought about what lay ahead of them this morning. Molly most definitely had told Lily Potter, and Lily must've told Potter and Granger. Which means facing everyone and explaining about Molly's observations. Draco groaned, and remembered about Ginny's parents. Oh right, and my in-laws.

He blinked. Did he just say in-laws? In-laws? Does that mean that he was going to…marry Ginny? Am I going absolutely mad? Marry a Weasley?

"Virginia Malfoy," he murmured, almost to himself. "Virginia Elizabeth Malfoy. Sounds better than Virginia Elizabeth Weasley, you must admit."

Ginny turned to him sleepily. "What is it?" she asked. She smiled when she saw Draco's arms around her. At least, this time, she didn't fall off the bed or dissolve into hysterics. "Is it morning?"

Draco nodded. "The wrong hotel room again?"

Ginny laughed. "You wish." She turned around and put her hands on Draco's shoulder. "But since it's morning…" She kissed him quickly. "Good morning, sweetie."

Draco thought he'd melt at such sweet words. "You too, darling," he said, and found it really wasn't that hard.

Ginny grinned, and suddenly sat up. "Oh dear, where is Molly?"

"Probably having breakfast with Lily," said Draco, sitting up beside Ginny and draping his arm around her shoulder. "And what do you say about having a quickie while we become awake completely?"

Expectedly, Draco and Ginny came to breakfast long after everybody had helped themselves to at least one helping of Hermione's pancakes. He had the most curious feeling that everybody seemed to be looking at him and Ginny rather closely as they appeared together, holding hands and Ginny leaning her head against his shoulder. Different expressions for each; amused for some, and fascinated in others…mainly children. Ginny didn't seem to notice on her part, and took a seat beside Cho casually.

Draco saw that the only seat left was between Potter and Weasley. Scowling, he straightened his rumpled hair and pajamas and took his seat gracefully.

Weasley flexed his fingers and coughed for attention. "Molly, Lily, why don't you follow Auntie Cho to the nursery?"

The two girls looked at each other. "No, Uncle Ron," they said together. "Can we sit and listen?" The identical expression on their faces was enough to give him cavities.

Weasley took a deep breath. "Draco Malfoy, I want to know what you did to my sister last night!" he said, getting right to the point, seeing that indirectness was never a solution to solve problems.

Ginny blinked her eyes innocently. "Ron, we merely slept together!" she said. "I mean, there is only one bed in that bedroom-"

"You could've asked for another," said Weasley, rising slightly.

Draco immediately touched his nose gingerly.

"We didn't want to trouble Harry and Hermione," Ginny answered quickly. "I mean, it's not like Draco and I aren't going to sleep together. What's Molly gonna think?"

Weasley huffed. "Fine, you can sleep together, and nothing else."

Everybody at the table seemed to choke back laughter. Ginny squirmed nervously. "What have we been doing?" she asked, playing with a lock of her hair as she tried to remain innocent, but a goofy grin was playing at the corner of her lips.

"You don't think that we didn't hear all the…um…noises?" said Weasley. "I had to tell your daughter and Lily that…"

"It is the banshee, isn't it?" Lily said worriedly.

Granger burst out laughing. "C'mon, Ron, let's drop this matter. The two of them are happy together. They're in love. Even you admitted that. Besides, it's not like they've never done it before…"

"But what am I going to tell Mom and Dad?" said Weasley. "I just told them that you and Draco were probably going to break up."

"Break up!" Ginny stood up. "Ron, you're pushing this too far. I didn't try to seduce him for nothing! As for Mom and Dad, they'll understand. I'll make them understand!" She didn't sound so sure, her lower lip quivering slightly, and she looked to Draco for help.

"We will make this work," Draco said. "The Malfoy Manor still belongs to me."

Potter nodded. "Ron, Malfoy took good care of Ginny."

Weasley sighed, seemingly defeated. "I'm not the one telling Mom," he threatened, before grinning finally. "So, was the bed comfortable? I heard a few creaks…"

Draco glared at him before turning to Ginny. "I swear, when we get married, we're going to get-"

"Married?" Potter said, looking not surprised but even more amused.

Granger just grinned. "At least it's better than the way you proposed to me," she said, eyeing her husband severely. "Dragging me out to the Quidditch pitch and giving me some onion rings…" She kissed Potter quickly. "Let's see how he'll do it."

"I…er…don't have a ring," said Draco. "I'll get one though. So, what do you say, Ginny?"

"Well, sure," said Ginny, grinning. "I'll marry you."

A chair gave away. Weasley fell on the floor. Apparently everything's happening too fast for him to take, Draco thought.

"Whee!" said Molly.

Cho smirked at her husband. "So, Ron my dear, what can you say about them now?"

Weasley groaned. "Just next time use some Sound-proof Charms," he murmured. "And condoms…the rest I'll leave it to everyone else…"

"What's a condom?" asked Lily curiously.

Granger was unable to stop chuckling. "Oh no, don't corrupt Lily too!"

Two Months Later

"Ginny, hold still!" chastised Mrs. Weasley as she ran a comb unnecessarily hard through Ginny's red locks. Ginny tried to stand still, but she was eager to see her image. "Honey, not even Ron was as bad as you before a wedding!"

Cho shook her head. "I won't be so sure," she said. "Didn't he trip over his feet when he was approaching-"

Hermione burst out laughing. "Oh, I remember. Turned out that Fred and George put some jelly on his shoes, didn't it?"

Cho nodded, laughing too at the memory. "So Gin, don't worry. Draco doesn't seem the kind to trip over his feet…I don't think."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled. "There, honey, that's all done," she said.

Ginny skipped to the mirror, admiring the red ringlets cascading down her back. She looked at her mother's joyous expression in the back, and reflected on all that had happened in the past two months….with her family, especially.

Her father was the quickest to welcome her back, Ginny always his special girl, and he even apologized for their lack of correspondence, saying that the stressful Ministry work had done its toll on him, and later he was too ashamed to call her back. Her mother, tearful, and the others were unsure, till Draco proposed to Ginny right in front of them, diamond ring and all. Fred and George helped along with a few jokes, mainly about Draco's new robes being dirtied, and the rest was a piece of cake. It took a while to adjust to the newest additions—Molly fit in rather quickly with her new cousins—but it worked out okay in the end. Draco had even furnished a few rooms in the Malfoy Manor for her family specially.

Thinking of her soon-to-be husband made a blush creep up Ginny's cheeks. Two letters arrived for him after the Weasley family fiasco. One was from Colette, a threat before she was administered the Dementor's Kiss. Apparently, she'd shrunken all of her Death Eaters into the doll-world and had burned her new mansion. 'I will come and get you!' was her final threat, but Ginny highly doubted if a shell could accomplish such a feat. The other was from Pierre, the butler, asking about the bank. Draco was to return immediately to sort out the funds and the money, or the bank would face some major crisis. After a day's talking, Draco decided that he'd sell the bank and start a History of DARK MAGIC shop in Hogsmeade. 'I don't want to be away from you and Molly,' he had told Ginny, and Ginny was so moved she burst into tears.

The Malfoy Mansion in France would then be renovated into a hotel, so that Draco Malfoy would still be rich with two sources of income. Although not filthily rich anymore, Ginny had been quick to note. All in all, Ginny was very moved that Draco made such sacrifices in order to be together with her and Molly and their unborn child, and it made her love Draco even more.

Yup, life was perfect. Ginny looked at her white silk gown glittering with sequins, and turned to grin at the females in her family. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning slightly. The skirt of the dress flared up slightly, revealing Ginny's heeled white sandals.

"Lovely," said Cho. "Truly lovely."

"Especially with that bride of a dragon necklace," added Mrs. Weasley.

Ginny stopped spinning to feel the necklace around her neck. A small frown appeared on her face as she thought over the matter. The necklace saved everyone's neck, true; it seemed to have helped her in getting along with her family, that was true too, but it was dark magic nevertheless. Ginny found it chilling that it could manipulate everything. She took a quick look at herself again. My diamond necklace would look better and more proper, she thought. "Can I step out for a sec?" she asked her mother. "I need to do something."

Her mother nodded as if she knew. "Come back soon, Ginny. We need to fit your veil."

"I'll be back," Ginny said, hurrying as quick as her sandals allowed. She was in the Malfoy Manor, which she'd grown very familiar with. She turned to the right, and descended to the large living room. It was quiet and empty. Everybody else was at Hogwarts already, awaiting her arrival. She turned toward the fireplace, and slowly unclasped the necklace. It was gleaming all the time now. She could do anything she wanted with it, if she chose to wish. Ginny had stopped herself from wishing, not thinking it was ethical to use the necklace's power. She'd planned to put it in Draco's shop for exhibit after the wedding, but now she wasn't so sure. It could get into the wrong hands, and the results would be catastrophic.

Quietly, she set herself down by the fireplace, careful not to ruin her dress. "You sure helped me a lot," she told the necklace, "and I'm thankful for that. I hope you understand what I'm about to do now, because…it's for the good of everyone." She hoped the dragon spirit would find its way back to China, back to its much-revered shrines Cho had described. "Adieu," she said, very, very softly, as she threw the necklace into the flames. She watched as the flames turn gold with the magic, as it burned itself out slowly. Suddenly, gold dusts flew out of the fireplace, swirling around in the air around Ginny before disappearing. "Adieu."

Ginny stood up then. No use pining over a lost item. She had a wedding to go to.

"You may kiss the bride!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes beamed at Ginny, as she turned to Draco, holding out her arms. He pulled her into his strong embrace, and kissed her soundly in front of everyone. All the guests in presence clapped, and many of them started to cheer. If not for the fact that there was a party/reception to follow, Ginny would've gone on kissing Draco forever.

They broke apart, grinning widely at each other, while Dumbledore announced the start of the party with his usual odd choices of words. Hand in hand, the newlywed couple headed toward the table with their family and friends, helping themselves to cakes meanwhile—Ginny, after all, had to eat for two.

"Ginnikins!" said Fred, holding out his arms. "So grown up!"

Angelina shook her head at her husband. "Congrats, Gin!" she said warmly.

"Thanks," Ginny said.

"Leaving us," said George, shaking his head sorrowfully. "You would miss George."

Ginny laughed. "Of course I will," she said, hugging all her brothers and Harry. "I'll miss every single one of you so darn much that I'll be back for dinner everyday."

"Why?" Draco said. "Your cooking's good."

Mrs. Weasley kissed her daughter's cheek. "You and Draco will both be welcome," she said, scrubbing quickly at her eyes.

Ginny saw that her father too looked teary, but he nodded at her. Molly and Lily, the flower girls, just demanded kisses and hugs from the two, and to Ginny's surprise, and probably everybody else's too, Draco hugged Lily and allowed her to call him "Uncle Drake".

Soon, the two were whisked away from the table to be congratulated by other guests and the press. Each of the Hogwarts professors present asked them questions too, including Snape. Well, Draco was, after all, his favorite student. There were very few Slytherins present, however, and when Ginny asked, Draco merely said, "Why waste the trees?" in answer.

Finally, when everybody had given Draco and Ginny enough attention to last for a few days, the Malfoys got a table for themselves, so they could have some privacy.

"So much has happened, no?" said Ginny.

"Yup. Who'd think that you'd become Ginny Malfoy?"

"I resent that!"

"I'm just joking, honey."

It sounded nice from Draco's lips, reflected Ginny. "And to think, Colette would've been the bride had I not succeeded in seducing you," said Ginny. "Don't I get some thank-yous for that?"

Draco turned to her. "Didn't I thank you enough already?"

Ginny cocked her head. "Not really…"

"Guess we'll have to put on a show, then." With that said, Draco leaned over and dipped her down, kissing her hungrily. Ginny gripped his shirt tightly as she kissed him back with all her might. She thought she'd seen a camera flash somewhere, but who cares? The reporter could make that the front page of every magazine and newspaper and she couldn't care less, not when there was Draco Malfoy to kiss. After a few fiery minutes, they straightened up, Ginny leaning against him. Ah, the contentment! Ginny never thought that being the wife of Draco Malfoy could be so perfect.

"But you know…you cheated on the bet," said Draco, as he ordered himself some vanilla mousse."

"Did I?" Ginny said. "How so? I do believe I seduced you fair and square."

"Perhaps so," said Draco, his finger lightly tracing a pattern on Ginny's back, "perhaps so, sweetheart, but there wouldn't have been such a bet in the first place if you'd told the truth."

Oh, right. Ginny grinned as if she didn't know. "The truth?"

"You said that you'd blackmail me with the Death Eaters if I don't agree to such a term," said Draco, nuzzling the side of Ginny's neck, "but you said that you don't even know any Death Eater. Basically…you lied, and had you not made that threat, you wouldn't be here right now. There wouldn't be a bet, you wouldn't be my wife, and I wouldn't have had quite so many bloody noses."

"You wouldn't like it," Ginny pointed out. "You would be sleeping with Voldemort the second."

"Quite so." Draco paused and raised an eyebrow. "But then, perhaps this whole thing shouldn't have happened," he said, watching Ginny's eyes widen, "but I'm glad it did."

"Oh you!" Ginny laughed, punching him playfully in the shoulder. "I don't know how I fell in love with a git like you, Draco!"

"And I wonder the same myself at times," said Draco, taunting Ginny. "Just what about you, a wild redhead, attracted me anyway?"

"I wonder," said Ginny. "Oh cripes, this conversation is going a bit weird. I'd rather kiss."

"Me too, but let's not freak our baby out."

Ginny rubbed her stomach, which was still flat. "How do you know it's a son?" she asked, grinning at him.

"How do I not know?"

Ginny shook her head. "Ever so full of yourself, Draco. Speaking of which, what Latin name are you going to give our son? Augustus? Romulus?"

"That'd be proper, I have a name in mind already…and it's not completely Latin."

"I can't wait to hear it. Go on."

"Jean-Pierre Augustus Malfoy," recited Draco, crossing his arms proudly.

Ginny stared. "Jean-what? Do you actually expect me to call my son, my son, by four names which are equally unpronounceable? What will his primary school teacher say? How the heck do you expect him to learn to write his own name?"

Draco grinned. "Jean-Pierre Augustus Malfoy doesn't sound half that bad. Look, I managed to learn to write my name. Besides, it's a family tradition-"

"To give names that the mothers can't pronounce?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

Draco pretended to admit defeat. "Fine, let's call him Peter for short."

"As in Peter Pettigrew?"

"Gee, don't women ever get satisfied?" Draco put an arm around Ginny. "After Apostle Peter, who will bless over our little boy and our family."

"Peter Malfoy," repeated Ginny to herself, while grinning at Draco. "Sounds good to me."

"Then Peter Malfoy it is."

With deep satisfaction, the groom and the bride went back to kissing. Unperturbed kissing. Unfortunately, it was too soon time for Ginny to throw her bouquet of flowers, for the party seemed to have past in a haze and guests were starting to leave. Ginny waited till the girls present, including her daughter and her nieces and Lily, took their place, and she threw her bouquet high. She was somewhat relieved when her roommate, Kelsey Hawkins, caught it, instead of her daughter, whom she was suspecting to have had too much influence from her father. Then, together, with their daughter, Ginny and Draco ran outside, with well-wishers screaming in the background and millions of camera flashing.

"I love the wedding," said Molly, making herself comfortable in the white limo Draco bought for this occasion specially. "It's fun."

"It is, isn't it?" said Ginny. "Just make sure you try not to have one anytime soon." She glared at her husband, who carefully avoided her eyes.

The limo started moving slightly. By Draco's order, it was to take a tour of the Hogwarts ground before flying out (Ginny teased Draco a great deal about the flying part). Molly fell asleep with her head on Ginny's lap with the excitement of all that has happened just as the car came to the lake, where the sky was painted all the different shades of red with the setting sun.

Ginny sighed with utter contentment, gazing out the window dreamily.

"What?" asked Draco.

"I do wonder what our children would think," said Ginny, stroking Molly's strawberry-blonde hair, "about our love story."

"An epic, it is," said Draco. "I can already imagine myself telling the story. Prince Draco had been leading a beautiful life till a redheaded weasel came along…"

Ginny swatted his arm, as he continued the story, with her listening attentively, her head resting against his shoulder as they watched the sunset. Together.

~*~THE END~*~

A/N: No! It's ended! *crying*

Before I make my last notes:

Weasleys' reactions poorly covered—I originally planned this to be a two-part fic, in which the second part includes that. So I'll leave this to your imagination for now.

Why doesn't the necklace grant all the wishes—besides the fact that that will be hard to write, it's also supposed to be covered in BODII. So again, imagination.

SEQUEL—it'll have to be AU, but I'll see. Writing Draco/Ginny is really a lot harder than I'd anticipated.

Now…

What will happen to the characters? Just to satisfy some curiosity…

Draco and Ginny will have their Jean-Pierre Augustus Malfoy, but luckily they'd call him Peter or Pie (LOL) for short. They'll have another daughter, who'll take after Draco this time, named Denise Henrietta Malfoy.

Harry and Hermione will have twin sons, James Lupin and Sirius Albus Potter, followed by another daughter, Beth.

Ron and Cho will have another boy, Cedric, and a daughter, Ling-Ling.

Everyone will…unless a sequel of course…live happily ever after. Beth and Peter will marry when they're grown up, so that Draco and Harry can be legally related! Woohoo!

This fic has been a lot more than I'd ever expected. First of all, it's finished. o_O. Secondly, originally it was to be five chapters, but I began to add more and more till it was a planned fifteen chapters, until I combined and edited it to be twelve. Thirdly, I didn't expect quite so many reviews and support! I would've been happy with ten reviews per chapter, but you wonderful wonderful reviewers! I love every single one of you, and I kept on writing because of you. For this, I dedicate this fic to all of you, readers and reviewers alike, even if you don't want to review. But for this last chapter, please just drop one review to tell me that you're here, won't you? Trust me, I read all the reviews, and every time it warms me up greatly. Also, you can tell me now if you want me to read your fic. I will read it and review it for you, now that I'm no longer writing my biggest HP fandom project!

I really don't want this note to ever to end, but I'm sure you're all getting bored and tired by now. So let me give you all a big huggie and smoochy…wait! Hey! Hey!

~with much love, Katrina

Thank you for my most faithful reviewers:

I count this as that ever since the first review you wrote for me, you visited me often. Say, chapter nine is the first chapter you reviewed, but you've kept on. I'll add more later.

Crystal, SeZzA, Jocelyn Padoga, Gabie, OpalKoboi, frananddragon, Sakura1287, miao-miao/Tifa, Enter the Red Age, jane_valar, SugarGirl, MagicGirl2, Eternal Queen, Rainpuddle, London, MelissaAdams, Raclswt, Hermione Alanna Granger, enoimreh, Cytheria, Lady Eros, Crystal Lily, MeLisSa, SAngel, xangelcrisisx, Violet Princess, and lots and lots more I'll add after my tests. =) Feel free to email/tell me that you're missed, my beautiful gals and guys!

My missed-review policy still stands! I'll revise this fic to add in everyone I missed.