Someone to Watch Over Me

Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 13: The Wedding

"Ginny? It's time to wake up Love!" Molly called, opening the drapes in her daughter's room.

"Mmm."

"Now, come along dear! You don't want to be late for your own wedding!" she scolded.

Ginny sat upright in bed, her eyes wide.

"I'm getting married!"

She looked terrified.

Molly blinked back tears as she pulled her only daughter into her arms.

"I can't believe it! It seems only yesterday I was changing your nappies."

She pulled back and started running her fingers through Ginny's hair.

"I can't do this."

"Oh, really, Gin. It's just a case of cold feet. You can do this. You will do this. You love him, remember?"

"Yeah, but does he love me?" she muttered, but Molly heard her.

"What do you mean? Of course he loves you! I've seen the way he looks at you. A man does not look at a woman like that unless it's love."

"Really?"

"Really. Now, get in the shower. Hermione and Joyce will be here soon, and we've only got three hours 'till we need to leave."

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Draco, Blaise, Harry, Ron, and Snape had stayed up all night in Draco's suite gambling and drinking.

They were currently passed out in different areas of the sitting room.

Blaise was laid out on the floor, flat on his back and snoring like a chainsaw. Ron was sitting at the card table, his head resting in his folded arms. Snape was sleeping while sitting in the middle of the sofa with his head tilted back, and mouth wide open. Harry and Draco were curled up on either side of Snape, each clinging to one of the Professor's arms like a pillow.

This was how Hermione and Joyce found them in the morning. Hermione had Joyce stay and make sure they were not disturbed, while she went to get her camera.

Oh, yes. These photos might come in handy someday. You never knew when you'd need to blackmail someone.

After putting the camera away, the two women woke them up, making sure to be very loud and very cheerful.

They were immediately cussed out, and Joyce was sure that if the men hadn't been in such pain from their hangovers, a few fights would have broken out.

"Gentlemen, you have less than three hours to make yourselves presentable for the wedding," Joyce informed them in a singsong voice.

"Oh, shit! I'm getting married," Draco announced, suddenly looking very green.

"It's not so bad, mate," Blaise consoled him, clapping him on the back and giving Joyce a small smile.

She blushed, and Hermione felt jealously flare up inside her.

It wasn't fair! Everyone was married or getting married except for her, and she was pregnant.

She looked over at Snape, who was intently studying her reaction to all of this.

Her hand moved unconsciously to the bulge of her stomach. His gaze turned possessive, and almost hungry.

"Well, we leave you to it then. Come on, Joyce, Ginny's expecting us."

She turned on her heel, and practically ran from the room.

Severus turned to look at the others.

"So, do you think you can help me?" he asked.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance.

"Yeah, we'll think of something," Ron said, finally.

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Ginny was alone when they found her; curled up in the fetal position on the floor, fighting for breath.

"Ginny! What happened?" Hermione demanded, running to her side.

Joyce looked the girl over, and helped her to sit up.

"It's an anxiety attack. Let's move her out to the balcony, the fresh air should help."

Joyce was right. As soon as the Ginny felt the wind on her face, breathing became much easier.

"I felt like I was suffocating," she finally gasped out.

"Are you okay, now?" Hermione asked.

"I think so."

"Where's your mother?"

"She had to floo home for something she forgot. And then I started thinking about Voldemort, and the Death Eaters, and then I just couldn't stand it anymore!" Ginny started crying.

"Hermione? Would you be dear, and get Ginny some tea?"

Hermione nodded, and quickly left. Strong emotions tended to make her nauseous, and she didn't want to interrupt the ceremony later to go and throw up.

Joyce went back inside to grab a couple of blankets to protect them from the morning September chill.

She draped one over Ginny's shoulders, being careful not to touch the girl. Ginny was feeling trapped, and Joyce didn't want to bring on another attack.

"It wasn't that long ago I was in your position," she said, sitting down a few feet away from Ginny.

Ginny turned to look at her curiously.

"How did you know that Blaise was the one?" she asked her voice hoarse from crying.

"I didn't. The first time I met him was when he saved me from being raped by my ex-fiancé."

Ginny's eyes widened in horror.

"It's a long story, and I'll tell you all about it someday. The fact is, Blaise barely knew me at all when he pledged to marry me. He did it because he's a good man who won't stand to see people get hurt if he can stop it. So I married him, knowing that he wasn't in love with me, and that I wasn't in love with him. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. And things did not get better for quite a while. You have to work at marriage to get it right, even with love. Without, it's that much harder."

"Ginny, do you love Draco?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation.

"That's half the battle right there. You and Draco are going to be fine. I know it's scary, and that things aren't always going to go the way that you want them to, but that doesn't mean you should give up. The best things in life are the things you have to fight to get, and then fight to keep."

"But, what if Draco decides that he doesn't want me?"

"What if a meteor hits the Earth and we're all obliterated? There are a million 'what if's', Ginny, and wasting time on them only hurts you. Let it go, and get married. Do not worry about tomorrow, for today has plenty of its own worries to take care of. Now stop me before I start to sound like a greeting card."

Ginny laughed and got to her feet.

"Thanks, Joyce. I'm sorry I lost control."

Joyce smiled sadly and shook her head.

"You are much more in control than I was," she murmured, a haunted look in her eyes.

Ginny gave her a hug, and the two headed back inside to get ready.

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"So, where are you going on your honeymoon?" Blaise asked, as he watched Draco slicking back his platinum blond hair.

Draco grimaced.

"I'm not sure. The Dark Lord wanted to surprise us. He gave me a portkey, and said he called in a favor from a mouse, and then started laughing hysterically."

They both shuddered.

Harry looked up from the game of chess he and Ron were playing.

"My scar hasn't hurt me in almost a year. What's he up to?"

Blaise froze.

They had never discussed Voldemort around Potter and Weasley before.

Draco didn't seem to mind though.

"He hasn't been up to anything since Mum and Dad died. It's weird. I hadn't had any contact with him at all 'till Parkinson made a fuss about the betrothal. Since then, all he wants to discuss are wedding details, and when we'll have children."

"He's not coming to the wedding, is he?" Ron asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Draco responded, absently.

Blaise was quiet and still, not quite ready to jump into this group of betrayers.

Harry noticed, and gave Draco a pointed look.

The blonde turned to look at Blaise.

"You're my best mate, Blaise, and I need you to be honest with me."

Blaise gave him an odd look, but nodded.

Draco turned so the other man could see his profile.

"Do I look like I've gained weight?"

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The ceremony passed in a hazy blur to Ginny. She was so afraid of having another anxiety attack that she was about to give herself, well, an anxiety attack.

She concentrated on her breathing, and then her steps as her dad led her down the aisle. The temple was packed with upper class witches and wizards and her family.

Had she looked into the crowd, she'd have seen several jealous and cruel looks thrown her way. As that reporter had said the night Draco proposed, he was the richest, most eligible bachelor in Wizarding Brittan.

"Not anymore," she muttered under her breath and raised her gaze to meet his.

Once they made eye contact, all fear fled.

She was used to the lustful looks Draco constantly sent her way, but he'd never looked at her the way he was now.

His gaze held fear, security, doubt, happiness, lust, certainty, and uncertainty. A look that contradicting could only be love.

Draco had never told Ginny that he loved her, but at this moment he didn't have to. It was written all over him.

Her heart skipped a beat as her father placed her hand into Draco's, and he raised it to his lips.

She was very glad that she and Draco had decided not to write their own vows. Repeating after a priestess, she could do; reciting something from memory, no way.

The priestess bound their hands together with brightly colored ribbons.

"Let no one break apart what the gods and goddesses have bound together."

Then Draco was kissing her, and the priestess was announcing them as Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

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The reception lasted way too long. As per custom, Ginny had to dance with all of the men. In her family alone, there were twenty-seven!

She was tired, her feet were aching, and she was dizzy from being spun so much, when she felt a cold, slimy hand slip into hers.

Ginny was barely able to stifle a gasp as she looked up into the glowing red eyes of none other than Lord Voldemort himself.

"Shh! It would not do for certain people to know that I am here, my dear," he practically hissed.

As he gently moved her around the dance floor, Ginny couldn't help but notice what a wonderful dancer he was.

The thought made her giggle.

"You seem very happy," he commented looking at her suspiciously.

She looked up into the eyes of this cruel evil monster, and came to a startling revelation. As horrible as he was, if it hadn't been for him, she would not be married to Draco now.

That thought made it impossible to hate him. At least, at that particular moment.

"Thank you for letting Draco marry me," she said sincerely, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Before she could think about what she was doing, she stood on tip-toe and pecked his scaly cheek.

He stepped back from her like he'd been burned, as a distantly familiar, but extremely painful, emotion flashed through him. It was only there for a second, but it had unnerved him.

"I reward those who are loyal to me, and I punish those who are not. It would be best if you remembered that Mrs. Malfoy."

And then he was gone.

Finally, it was time to toss the bouquet and the garter.

Harry and Ron had rallied the Weasley and Prewett men and women to make sure that Hermione and Snape caught the items.

Severus walked up to Hermione with a smug smile twirling Ginny's garter around his long fingers.

"It's fate, Miss Granger. Are you still going to insist on ignoring it?" he asked, silkily.

Hermione glared at him in silence for a minute, and then hit him over the head with the bouquet.

He made quite a sight with all of the flowers stuck in his hair.

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"Mum! I'll owl you as soon as we get there, but we've got to go!" Ginny cried, struggling to remove herself from her mother's embrace.

Arthur finally came over and helped pry Molly's hands off of her daughter.

Ginny and Draco were dressed in muggle clothing with muggle suitcases lined up beside them.

They were both very leery of this muggle honeymoon that Voldemort had set up for them.

All they had been told was to dress like muggles, and that the portkey would take them to an airport, where a driver would be waiting to take them to their resort.

One more round of hugs and a promise from Hermione to take care of herself, and they were off.

It took a minute to get their bearings when they landed. They were in the back corner of the Orlando, Florida airport baggage claim.

Ginny looked around her anxiously.

"I think that's us," she said, pointing to a limo driver who was holding a sign that said, 'Mr. and Mrs. Malboy'.

Draco snorted when he saw the sign.

"Peter Pettigrew must have made the arrangements, he's had a cold for weeks," he explained.

Ginny giggled, and then started toward the man with the sign.

Draco sighed in irritation and turned to their luggage.

He drew his wand from his pocket and was about to cast a levitating spell, when Ginny suddenly whipped it out of his hand.

"Wha...?"

"Muggles!" she whispered, slipping his wand back inside his jacket pocket.

"Oh. You don't expect me to carry all of this crap, do you?" he demanded.

She opened her mouth to retort, but was interrupted by the driver.

"Mr. Malboy?" he asked, hesitantly.

"It's Malfoy," Draco said, trying very hard not to hex the man.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sir. Please, allow me to get your luggage."

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An hour later found Ginny and Draco in the Honeymoon Suite of the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa in Walt Disney World. They were currently sipping champagne (Draco had had to slip the butler several large bills to get the champagne as he and Ginny were under twenty-one.) and eating chocolate covered strawberries while soaking naked in the huge Jacuzzi bathtub in the middle of their room.

Draco had to admit that for a muggle resort, this place was very nice. Ginny had been ecstatic to discover that they would be spending the week in Disney World. Draco had never heard of the place, but Ginny knew all about it, explaining that Hermione had been to Euro Disney.

She'd been talking non-stop about all the fun things they were going to do for the past twenty minutes.

Draco downed the last of his champagne, and decided that they'd done enough talking.

Ginny abruptly stopped talking as Draco stood up and stretched, showing her a part of himself that was very happy to see her.

He reached over and turned off the jets, and then drained the tub.

He stepped out and grabbed one of the towels, quickly drying himself off.

Draco caught Ginny looking at him, and she blushed.

He smirked, and grabbed the other towel, holding it open for her.

Hesitantly, she climbed out of the tub and allowed him to dry her off.

Draco walked over to the radio, and turned it on.

She licked her lips as she watched the muscles contracting in his lower back and derriere.

Beautiful classical Disney music filled the air.

He held out his hand, and bowed.

"Oh, I think I've done enough dancing today," she said, her voice deep with desire.

"Once more, for me?" he asked, sticking out his lip.

How could anyone say no to that?

Sighing in mock irritation, she placed her hand in his, and let out a squeak as he pulled her against him.

They swayed to the music, his erection poking her soft belly.

He dipped her and she started giggling.

Then he kissed her, and there was no more laughter.

She moaned as he left her lips to trail kisses down the column of her neck.

He lowered his head to her breasts, and she almost fell as her knees gave way.

He picked her up and carried her over to the King-size bed, gently lying her down.

Draco frowned at the flash of fear in her eyes as he lay down beside her.

"What's wrong, Love?" he asked, dropping kisses across her forehead.

"Hermione says it hurts, the first time," Ginny said, unable to look him in the eyes.

"I'll be gentle," he said, kissing her cheek.

"The pain will be quick," his lips touched her other cheek.

"And the pleasure will be immense," he promised, before claiming her lips.

Ginny simply laid there as he worshipped every inch of her body with his hands, mouth, and tongue.

It wasn't long before he had her screaming his name as the first of many orgasms crashed over her.

He grinned up at her from his place between her legs, and slowly kissed his way back up her body to her lips.

She groaned upon tasting herself in his mouth.

He kept up the kiss, rubbing his hands down her arms, and giving her time to recover.

After her breathing became more even, he moved back to her breasts, delighting in the different noises she made as he sucked, pinched, rubbed, and tugged at them.

He moved one of his hands back between her legs, and she felt the tension begin to build again.

Draco brought her to the edge and then pulled away, chuckling as she moaned in frustration.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"This time we cum together."

Ginny shuddered.

"Wait," she said, as he moved himself into position.

He looked in her desire-filled eyes with confusion.

"Draco? Do you love me?"

Her voice was small, and she sounded like a little child.

His heart melted, and he rolled them over so that she was lying on top of him.

"More than anything," he said, gazing intently in her eyes.

"You've never said it to me. When you weren't under the influence of the potion anyway."

"I love you, Ginny Malfoy. For the rest of my life."

He sealed his declaration with a kiss.

The smile she beamed at him could light up a room.

"Good, cause that's how long you'll have to put up with me," she giggled.

"And do you love me, Ginny?"

"Yes, I do."

They kissed again, and then Draco grabbed her hips and pulled her over him.

"You're in control. Go as slow as you need to, I promise not to move."

Ginny slowly lowered herself onto him, until she felt resistance.

She counted to three in her head, and then slammed her hips down, shoving him all the way in.

They both gasped; her in pain, him in pleasure.

It was sheer torture, but Draco kept absolutely still allowing her to adjust to him.

It hurt, there was no mistaking that.

But as Ginny stared into his grey eyes, and felt him deep inside her, she felt so incredibly close to him. He craned his neck so that he could kiss her while keeping his lower body still.

One hand went to her breast while the other found that special spot between her legs.

Soon Ginny was squirming and begging him to move as she felt herself tightening up again.

He carefully flipped them over, so that he could thrust into her easier.

Ginny bit his neck as she came, bringing him along with her.

He collapsed on top of her, and she relished his weight crushing her into the bed.

They were both exhausted. It had been a very long day.

Spent, they fell asleep in each other's arms, dreaming about tomorrow when they could do it all over again.

End Chapter 13