Chapter 17: we've covered much ground…

Previously:

'Funny,' Blaise thought as he observed his two friends entangle themselves in each other on the stone floor, 'and here I was thinking her ribbon was green, not some shiny green-silver.'

Ginny was thoroughly enjoying being entangled with Draco on the hall floor, she didn't notice the amused look that Blaise gave them before he strode off, or occasional gaggle of passing students that would stop and stare, she was just too immersed in him to notice or care.

She loved the texture of his hair, the way it was just long enough to give her some grip, how she could use it bring him closer to her, to direct his mouth to hers, it's rightful place. As she felt the pressure of his lips upon his she couldn't help but smile as she kissed him back, here, being with him, his lips against hers, it felt so good, so goddamn right.

She felt his mouth leave hers, moving to trail gently, teasingly down her neck, behind her ear. She found herself arching her neck so he could gain better access to it; to be able to fully enjoy the sensation of his lips against her skin, the sensation that was sure to leave a mark.

She loved the warmth, the security, and the closeness with which he held her. She was in awe of the power, the sheer volt of electricity his touch seemed to bring her. He didn't touch or kiss her with reverence, and she didn't want to be worshiped, instead it seemed like he'd been waiting, wanting, desiring her for so long, and all those pent up emotion's had been poured into every gesture.

None of her past boyfriends had ever made her feel this way, never made her feel so alive, secure or irresistible, and all at once. She fleetingly wondered if her green ribbon was some sort of lucky charm. It just sparkled in response.

Draco sometimes still found himself marvelling over the fact that it had actually happened, about two weeks ago –that he and Ginny Weasley, the girl with that fiery spirit, wild hair and mesmerising green ribbon, had finally, officially got together.

And today they had to kick some serious arse. And as he shook Harry Potter's hand, and walked back to his team before the match began, he found himself grinning as he locked eyes with her, because they both knew they were going to win; and they had been practising.

Because, after all, this team had synergy, they were in sync with on another and it was something Harry's team, although they tried, they just couldn't get. Change wasn't one of their strong points, it appeared.

When he kicked off from the ground at the sound of Mrs Hooch's whistle, and his chaser's immediately sprang into action, with Blaise scoring the first goal; which incidentally led to Luna congratulating him in a form of a Shakespearean styled sonnet at record speed while she daintily ignored a glaring McGonagall, Draco had no doubt, and the first sign of proof, that it was going to be a good match.

As he continued to circle for the snitch, he was sure this match would have to go down in history, for, really, since when had a bunch of Slytherins ever started singing the Gryffindor version of "Weasley is our king"? It was a classic, he thought, real proof at how well their team worked, and how Dumbledore's scheme did seem to be working. That people did seem to be able to start getting along, and not being so caught up in what house they were in.

All in all, Draco found it to be quite refreshing. And then he saw it. That little, tiny, flicker of gold; it was dancing around Ginny's head, acting as if it was a crown. And then he flew, as fast and straight as a bullet towards her, and he saw Harry do the same thing, he saw the other gaining, coming up behind him as they hurtled towards her, towards Ginny.

Ginny didn't need to hear the commentary; she didn't need to look around her to see that the two boys were headed towards her at break-neck speed to catch the snitch. She only had to feel Draco's piercing, penetrating gaze on her back as she flew, she only had to sense the change in his manner as he abruptly stopped circling the pitch to know what was happening. And I didn't hurt that she could see, no, feel the fluttering of the snitch as it followed her, circling around her head.

And Ginny found herself smiling; after all, they had practised this scenario dozens of times. But she particularly liked the end bit. In the past two weeks, she had to admit, they'd practised that bit quite a bit. She hoped Ron wouldn't be too bad about it.

As Draco swooped towards her, he did what no one expected. Instead of reaching out first with his right arm to catch the snitch, he reached around with his left to grab a hold of Ginny's waist, fluidly helping her onto his broom.

There were gasps in the crowd; 'isn't he supposed to be grabbing the snitch, not the younger Weasley?' or 'gosh! He must be so in love! To sacrifice catching the snitch against Harry Potter and winning the match, all to just pull her onto his broom in the last few seconds, how romantic!'

Luna smiled as she watched from the commentator's box; it was a great tactic of Draco's, really, and rather risky, but it worked; the snitch was still hovering around Ginny's head, and was now thoroughly with in his grasp. The stunt had also effectively stopped all other play on the pitch, even Harry Potter looked on, snitch forgotten, and gobsmacked.

It seemed seamless, she thought, his actions; the way he pulled her onto his broom, how their lips met, how as he casually moved his hand to her hair he caught the little fluttering ball which was still happily dancing around her head.

The cheer's were deafening, she thought as everyone finally realised that the snitch had been caught, and it was a legendary, never before had Draco Malfoy caught out Harry Potter.

But Luna wasn't really interested in that, she only wanted to find Blaise, and possibly snog him senseless. As she scanned the crowd for him, she twiddled with the ring on her finger –it matched her radish earrings perfectly. She felt him sidle up behind her, and him loop his arms around her waist as he breathed in the scent of her perfume.

'You know, I've always loved jasmine on you' he spoke softly in her ear, noticing with a smirk the ring on her finger. 'I'm rather glad you know' he continued, his voice deep and melodious, 'that I didn't wait till Christmas to give you that ring. That I decided to give it to you the night of the party.'

'So am I' Luna sighed, entranced as she looked up at him with her wide blue eyes, 'but I'm glad only Ginny, Hermione and Draco know of it's significance –if the other girls knew, well, as nice as they are, I'm not sure I really want to deal with that yet!'

He smirked playfully down at her as he replied 'Ooh! Should I alert the press, perhaps as your dad if he would kindly put a notice in the quibbler? What do you think of this headline: "Luna Lovegood tames Blaise Zabini –promise ring proof!"'

'Perhaps you should' she gazed playfully up at him 'after all, it is rather scandalous, I'm still in sixth year after all…'

Hall was decorated like never before. It was so luxurious; the walls were draped in sweet smelling jasmine that grew magically up from the floor, the place was lit buy the glittering of the fairies as they danced around to the soft music. The tables had been pushed back, now that everyone one had finished eating, to make a proper dance floor.

Ginny giggled as Draco pulled her to the floor with a twinkle in his eyes as he started to recognise the song they were slow dancing to.

She had known that many of Hogwarts students that were musically talented would be playing that night, but she had forgotten that Victoria and Leila were in the match's euphoria.

As they swayed together, softly, gently, she felt herself melting, remembering, feeling, they were singing that song, she noticed, that same one they heard flying together. 'This Old Love' by Loir. And she found self truly, happily, completely content. It was true, she thought "we've covered much ground…"

When the song was over, she looked up at him and grinned.

'You know what this means, don't you?' she asked, looking up at him.

'Yeah, I think I do' he replied in mock solemnity.

She smiled winningly as she draped the green ribbon lovingly around his neck, before making her statement.

'You're staying over at ours for Christmas'

A/N: OMG ITS OVER. I hope you enjoyed it. My first ever fanfiction, complete. Gosh.

Hmm, now with the ending; well, I felt it was right to end it once their relationship was fully realised –namely at the ball. How typical. But nice. It was the object of writing this, getting them together, so I hoped you enjoyed this process :D so feel free to let me know :) I would love to know what you think of this final chapter/the whole thing. :)

MUCH, ENORMOUS AMOUNTS of thanks to everyone who has read this, everyone who has enjoyed this, and who has reviewed. Particularly to twilightluver39, riotgirllina, Jamiegirl123, and xSugaryTearsx, for their reviews/comments, which helped me to write this chapter :)

Also, I'm not sure if anyone is interested, but I am thinking of writing some other things, in the next while or so, so if there are any pairing anyone is interested to see, let me know :) (Via a comment, message, etc, if your at all interested) at this stage I'm just going to post a Pansy/Ron oneshot, 'A distraction' which should be up soon, if anyone is interested. But anyway, I digress. Any idea's for pairings or the like would be much appreciated. :) hope you enjoyed reading this one :D