This is the Life (Chapter 2)

So excuse me for forgetting
But these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten
If they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

And you can tell everybody
This is your song
It may be quite simple
But now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world

I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world

Your Song- Elton John


About three months later, we decided that it was time to meet the parents. Actually, I decided, but Draco agreed without an argument.

The dinner with Narcissa Malfoy went suprisingly well. Cissa, as she told me to call her, was very sweet and quite excited for us.

I’m sorry to say the meeting at the Burrow didn’t go quite as well.


“Ginny, what is Malfoy doing here?!

Ah, Ron, always the understanding one.

“Ron,” I said carefully, ”I’m dating him.”

“Oh, I se- WHAT? You’ve got to be kidding me, Gin! Please say you’re kidding me!”

“No, she’s not kidding you, Weasley. we are, in fact, dating.”

I cringed, knowing Draco should’ve kept quiet.

“Malfoy,” Ron’s voice was quiet, but full of malice, “If you harm a hair on my baby sister’s head, I swear I will hack off all your limbs with a crudely fashioned spoon.”

“Hear, hear!” George called from his perch on the steps. We were still in the entryway, having been verbally assaulted the second we stepped into the door.

“Weasley,” Draco replied gravely, “I could never hurt your sister.”

Ron looked warily at Draco, but finally said grudgingly, “Alright then, Malfoy, but remember what I said anytime you feel like hurting my Ginbug,” here, Ron waggled his finger menacingly, “a crudely fashioned spoon.”

Draco nodded, and turned to me. I smiled first at him, and then Ron, happy the they were at least at an agreement, happy because I thought the worst was over.

It wasn’t.


Half an hour later, I looked up into my parent’s worried faces.

“Yes, Mum, Dad, I am quite sure about this.”

“But dear! He’s a Malfoy!,” my mum wailed, “You remember what his horrible father did to you in your first year!”

“Mum! Draco is not his father! He’s nothing like his father! He’s told me many times how he does not plan to be anything like that prat Lucius!”

“Calm down, sweet. You know your mother and I are just worried. We only want the best for you. You’re our little Ginny!”

My dad, always the voice of reason.

“I know, Daddy,” I replied, calming down, “It’s just, I think that Draco is the best thing for me.”

“Do you love him, dear?”

Good question. Did I love him? I thought it over, and the answer I came up with never wavered.

“Yes, Mum, I do.”

“Well then, I can’t help but be happy for you. But just know, Gin, if he ever hurts you, I agree with Ron. A crudely fashioned fork.”

“It was a spoon, Mum.”


I laughed and got up to give my parents a hug. After a thorough rib crushing, I left the kitchen to find Draco.

Spotting him in the living room being bombarded by Fred and George, no doubt wanting him to try the suspiciously innocent looking pastries on a small plate, I grabbed him and dragged him to the door.

Slumping against him, I sighed, “Let’s go home.”


“Draco, where are we going?”

“Keep your eyes closed, Gin, we’re almost there.”

Draco was leading me by the arm to a “secret place” we were celebrating our one year anniversary. Draco had told me to close my eyes, and we portkeyed to said “secret place.”

Draco placed his hands softly on my waist and whispered in my ear.

“Open your eyes.”

I slowly lifted my eyelids and gasped. We were on the roof of a building, apparently in Paris, judging by the wonderful view of the city. The Eiffel Tower seemed close enough to touch.

There was a picnic set up on the ground in front of us, a green plaid blanket spread and over a hundred candles glittered dimly, set up all over the roof.

“Oh, Draco,” I breathed, “It’s wonderful!”

He smiled and, taking my hand, led me down to sit down.


I took a small sip of my Champagne.

“You know,” I said conversationally, “I had a crush on you my fifth year.”

“Oh really?” Draco quirked an eyebrow, a habit I found extremely sexy.

“Yep, but you were, if I recall, dating Pansy Parkinson.” I made a face.

Draco laughed, “Ugh, don’t remind me!”

I chuckled, replying, “Alright. But really, I had a big crush on you. Now all you have to do is propose, and all my adolescent fantasies will have come true.”

Draco got a mischievous glint in his eye and said, “I think that can be arranged.” He reached deep into the picnic basket and pulled out a small black box.

Oh gods! I thought, Is this what I think it is?

Draco stood me up, taking both my hands in his, and kneeled in front of me.

“Virginia, I love you with everything I am. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Will you marry me?”

Now, you must know, I’m not a very emotional person. when you grow up with six brothers, you learn to toughen up a bit. But at the moment, I just couldn’t control myself. I burst into tears.

“Gin? Ginny, love, what’s the matter?”

I looked up at him, tears making little rivers down my face.

“Oh, Draco! I love you more than you’ll ever know! Of course I’ll marry you!”



Draco let out a whoop of joy and stood up, twirling me around several times before pulling me in for a kiss.

“Well then, if we’re going to be married, then I should probably give you this.”

He opened the small box and slipped the most beautiful ring I had ever seen on my finger.

It was a blue, square cut diamond surrounded by smaller, round white diamonds, all set on white gold.

“It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Draco cupped my cheek in his palm.

“It pales in comparison to you, heart.”

“I love you so much Draco.” I breathed, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too, Gin, more than you’ll ever know.” Draco replied, before leaning down and kissing me again.


“Ginny? Ginny, dear, where are you? I need to put on your veil!”

“I’m right here, Ciss.” I called out from behind the makeshift dressing room that was nothing but a curtain.

I smoothed the front of my dress, a strapless gown with a fitted bodice, embroidery and beads cascading down the front, and a ridiculously long train. I’ve heard that some brides feel nervous minutes before they walk down the aisle, but I felt far from it. In fact, I’d never felt so sure of anything in my whole life. I felt like what my whole life had been leading to and preparing me for was marrying Draco and sharing my life with him.

I stepped out of the dressing rom and over to Narcissa, who placed the long, gauzy vail on my head gently. She stepped back and gave me an appraising look.

“Ginny, you look beautiful. Don’t you think so, Molly?”

My mum bustled through the door with my huge bouquet of white and pink roses and looked at me. As I expected, her eyes began to water and she said, “Oh, baby, you look wonderful.”

“Mum, don’t cry, it’s OK.” I walked over and put my arms around her,careful not to squash the roses.

“It’s just that my little girl’ grown up so fast! And you look so beautiful! Where’s my little Ginny who ran around with her hair in pigtails with food smeared all over her face?”

“I’m right here, Mum. I’ll always be your little girl. You can count on that.”

Mum gave me a teary smile and wiped at her eyes. Handing me the bouquet, she said, “Here you go, Gin. We should get going, your father’s just itching to walk you down the aisle.”

We shared one last smile before she took my arm and led me out the door.


“You look spectacular, Gin.”

“Thank you, Daddy. you don’t look too shabby yourself.” I said with a wink.

He chuckled, then looked at me seriously.

“As your father, I feel it is my duty to ask you this one more time. Are you completely sure about this?”

“Daddy, I’ve never been so sure about anything in my whole life.”

“Well then,” he said with a smile, “what are we waiting for?”

I smiled back just as the doors to the church opened. As we took the first step forward, the whole inside of the church came into view. It was packed and everyone had a smile plastered on their face. Hell, even Ron was smiling!

Any butterflies that had taken up residence in my stomach disappeared as we moved closer and closer to Draco.

I finally looked up at Draco, and my heart almost stopped. If I looked beautiful, then there was absolutely no word to describe the way Draco looked that day.

We locked eyes and he gave me a heart melting smile. I smiled back as a single thought ran over and over in my head like a broken record player.

This is the life.


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