A Love Beyond All

A love beyond all.

By potters_rogue.

You see him leaning against the balcony railing, waiting for you and you smile. How is it that after all these years it's you two that end up together? You always pictured yourself with someone else...but here you are, on your wedding night, in hot, balmy Hawaii's best hotel. Just shows you how fate weaves its own path.

You walk up to him and lean against the railing next to him. He smiles at you and wraps his arms around you. You lean into him. Your life is almost complete. All there is now is for him to finally take away your most prized possession- your virginity. You've waited for twenty years for this moment- and nothing will stop you now. You've waited for twenty years for the perfect man, before you finally realised that all the ones that you thought you wanted were, in fact, nothing that you wanted. But he is everything you want. He's not perfect, yet you couldn't want anyone that was. That would be too much to live up to.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he asks. You smile.

"I'm just thinking about how much I love you," you reply, turning to face him. He smiles that sexy smile in return.

"I love you, too, Ginny," he whispers.

You gaze at each other for a few minutes, and you drink in his beauty. That scar, that beautiful scar on his forehead, his striking eyes and his thick silky hair. You move in to kiss him. Just one kiss. A soft, sweet reminder of the love that you share. But then one kiss turns into two, and then two into three, and then, finally, the moment you've been waiting for.

He leads you into the room and kisses you softly. This is what you've always dreamed of. He slides off your black slip and picks you up, where he lays you gently on the bed. He takes his own clothes off, and you marvel at his beauty. Then he begins to kiss you.

He starts at your lips, moving down, across your neck and through the valley between your breasts, before moving up again. He slips off your lacy black g-string with ease and you thank the Lord that your life hadn't turned out differently as you had previously wished. And then he enters you.

You gasp; you've never before felt anything like it. The feeling is so freeing, so exhilarating, that you have to remind yourself to breathe.

You moan as you reach your peak. This ecstasy is heaven. You've never felt better. He moves with you; he fits you perfectly. And then, after what seems like an eternity, it is over.

He removes himself and collapses beside you, breathing heavily. You look into those striking eyes and your heart fills with love.

"I love you," he whispers, before taking you in his arms. "I love you and I never want to lose you again," he adds, referring to the ordeal you had to go through to win his heart. But then you had fallen from your broom during a fierce Quidditch match, landing yourself in a coma. You had very nearly died. But the one thing that had woken you up was him- him uttering those three small words. You heard him through your sleep and you woke up to find him sitting by your bed, crying. You were shocked at that sight. Him? Crying?

The next few weeks had been tough for you, and you very nearly dared him to take back those words on many occasions. That scar was the very thing that almost made him reconsider all of those times. But he never did. He dealt with it, just as he dealt with the fact that it was due to someone that he and his parents trusted that he obtained that scar. It was so ugly, yet so beautiful at the same time. And now here you are, a year later, on the night of your wedding, sharing small nothings with the man of your dreams. You smile.

"I love you too, Draco," you whisper.