A/N: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update. It wasn't that I forgot about this story – I had penned a plot on September 7, 2012, but the chapter just didn't feel right. It actually took me this long to figure out how to write this chapter. Today it suddenly hit me and I continued what I had started in September. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and please review to tell me how you liked it! Thank you for reading this far and let me know if you want me to start another fanfic – I'll take suggestions!
"He didn't manipulate me Harry," I answered back, slightly out of breath.
"You don't understand Ginny, you're being used!"
"I love him!" I answered impulsively.
Harry's eyes widened. His mouth dropped.
I couldn't believe what I had just said. I covered my mouth.
Draco was astounded. He had no words.
"You… love…" Harry stopped.
"I was trying to win you back," I began to cry. "But then I fell in love with him."
Harry stared at the ground in a daze. He looked broken beyond all words.
Draco couldn't speak. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"You're only going to get hurt," Harry whispered. "He's going to leave you."
"No Harry," I answered in a soft voice. "He's in love with me too."
Harry shook his head.
"I've always loved her," Draco said. "Even before she ever met you."
I looked at him puzzled. What did he mean by that?
"If this is what you want… to get used and have your heart broken, then go ahead," Harry's voice was full of spite and pain. "You would have been happy with me Ginny, I was perfect for you."
"I would have been happy with you if I had never known Draco," I answered.
Harry clenched his fist, turned around, and walked away.
I avoided looking at Draco. I was well aware of the eyes that were watching us intently after the conversation that had just taken place.
As I looked down, I noticed that Draco was coming closer to me. I then realized that he was coming too close considering that everyone was watching us. I backed up slowly before shortly realizing that I was pinned up to the wall.
He kissed me without an ounce of hesitation. I kissed him back without the least bit of hesitation as well.
My mind faintly registered the other students cat-calling around us. Quite frankly, I didn't give a damn.
"Ginny, you have no idea how long I've wanted you," he told me pulling away from me only enough for him to speak.
I smiled without realizing it. "I've wanted to hold you for so long," I answered. "I realize now that I've only ever wanted to have you since I broke up with him."
He leaned in closer to me, as if he were about to kiss me but then stopped. "Let's take this elsewhere shall we?"
I could feel that my face was crimson as he held my hand and led me out of the hallway.
I couldn't leave my room for three days afterward for two reasons: one was that I was so embarrassed by what everyone had seen in the hallway between Draco and I and the other was that I was fearing for my life in Gryffindor Tower after what had just happened. Draco was seen as the sworn nemesis of the mighty Harry Potter, and I'd just dumped our supreme ruler for him.
I blushed when I thought of that day. I wanted to see him again, but with the present situation that seemed impossible.
"Weaslette!"
Wow, now I was hearing his voice.
"Come down here would you?"
Okay, now I was having delusions.
"Ginny!"
Why was I hearing Mal-Draco's voice?
I hopped out of bed away from my books to go downstairs. There, in the middle of Gryffindor Tower was none other than Draco Malfoy himself – his handsome self – clad in emerald green and silver robes with his blonde hair shinning against the fireplaces light.
He was surrounded by a ring of Gryffindors who looked as if they wanted to curse him into oblivion.
"D-Draco?!" I called in surprise. "What on Earth are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get my girlfriend," he replied with a smirk.
Did he really want to die that badly?
"Come, let's go," I rushed down the stairs and pulled him out of the Common Room before someone could actually hex him.
"What was that about? And how did you-"
His hands were around my waist then, and his lips sealed mine. I wanted to stop him considering where we were standing, but I knew that would be impossible considering how much self-control I had.
"Can't I get my girlfriend when I need to?" he asked in a mischievous tone.
"I wouldn't suggest you do it like that," I answered my cheeks filling with crimson again as two appalled Gryffindors walked by.
"Then what would you suggest?"
"I would suggest that you-," I stopped mid-sentence in shock.
Draco Malfoy was down on one knee in front of me.
Wow, I must have been crazy to think that. He was probably just trying to joke with me and make me think what every girl thought when a man went down on one knee in front of her.
And then he pulled out a small emerald box.
"Ginevra Weasley," he began.
My heart pounded like it was made of lead.
"Would you-,"
I felt like I was about to fall over.
"Try on these earrings for me?"
I didn't know whether to kill him or smile.
When he opened the box I saw a glimmering diamond ring staring back at me.
My mother dropped the veil over my head. I snapped out of my memories and stared back at my twenty-five year old self in the long mirror ahead of me. The white gown flowed around me as water around a mermaid. My fire-red hair offset the white wedding dress nicely. I blushed slightly at the thought of marrying him.
Luckily, it had been eight years since our engagement – more than enough time for our families to digest their anger toward our union. At first they were angry (Fred had punched Draco across the face when he first heard), then they were determined that it wouldn't last (for the first two years) and then somehow, within the past few years, they settled into the realization that we were actually serious and would be together indefinitely.
I could hardly believe that my entire family was attending this wedding. Luckily, after all of the preceding violence and chaos surrounding the knowledge of our relationship there was no way either of us could get cold feet. Actually, we both knew that the scariest part of the relationship was right after we went public with the engagement news. The wedding would be a piece of cake. The fact that everyone in our families had somehow survived despite knowing our about our relationship was proof enough that we were serious. If there had been a time for the relationship to end, it would have been six to eight years ago.
"Are you ready?" Mom asked me hesitantly. I could tell that there was the smallest bit of hope in her voice that I would give her the bouquet and run away screaming.
"Of course," I answered.
Can you believe I even got dad to walk me down the aisle? Despite being a bit more stiff than he should have been, he seemed happy for me. Strangely enough, he had warmed up to Draco over the years (though he would never admit it).
"Good luck my dear," he told me behind the closed door of our house as he kissed me on the forehead.
"Thank you dad," I had to hold back tears. The fact that everyone could be a part of this day was more than anything I could have asked for.
As the backdoors of our house opened and I saw my Draco at the end of aisle, I knew that I had made the right decision. His glimmering blonde hair still set my heart ablaze and his warm silver eyes showed me the depths of his love. I knew in my heart that I would only want him until my final day…
The End