It's funny how life can turn on a dime. I read that in a book years ago and it always stayed with me. The way things can just change in an instant. How one decision can dramatically alter the course of your entire life. I suppose it stuck with me because of how true it is. My whole life has been driven by other peoples decisions. Lucius Malfoy made the decision to put Tom Riddle's diary into my cauldron. Harry chose to go and hunt for Horcruxes and leave me behind. Harry wanted to marry me before he died. Dean picked the flat that we would spend the next few years of our life in. I suppose I shouldn't complain that the biggest decision of my life has been whether to get married or not. As these things go it's a pretty major decision but since I haven't had much experience with life-altering decisions it's hard to know if I've made the right choice.

I once told Harry that the thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve. And as I made my way outside to start my walk down the aisle I could almost hear that dime rattling it's way to a stop, landing. Too late now, Ginny, I told myself, decsion's made. I looked into the shining eyes of the man waiting at the other end of the aisle and in that instant I felt my resolve strengthen. This wasn't just possible; this was happening. This was the right decision.

I didn't take in much during that short walk. I got the general sense of shock coming from the congregation but their murmurs had faded to less than background noise. I saw a flash of red jump up from a seat and fade away as quickly as it had appeared. I later found out this had been Ron raising his objections and Bill dragging him back into his seat. I could vaguely hear crying, had I been more aware I would have recognised it as my mum's but I wasn't taking any of that in. No. I couldn't take any of that in. I had done what Bill said. I was being selfish. I had let that dime land but, Merlin, was it taking all of my self control to stick with it. My family were going to hate it, my friends were probably going to hate it but this...it was definitely the right thing to do.

Dad kissed my cheek and gave me a happy a smile as he took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Maybe not everyone was going to hate this. I turned to Hermione, who was officiating the ceremony, and gave her the nod to begin.

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With a light tinkle on glass the room fell silent; Bill had stood to address the room.

"If we could just have a little bit of hush, my beautiful little sister would like to say a few words." I smiled at him gratefully.

"Well!" I exclaimed. "Who was expecting this today?" A small ripple of laughter coursed across the room. "I know it's not the wedding you all came to see but I wanted to thank you for sticking around to see it through. It was touch and go there for a while but we got there in the end. I just wanted to say a huge thank you to Hermione for performing the ceremony and to all of you for being here. Now, if you would all like to raise your glasses in a toast to the groom and his new bride; may you live a long and happy life together. To Fred and Amy!"

A chorus of "Fred and Amy!" rang through the room as glasses clanked together and cheers sounded. I took my seat and took a big gulp from my champagne flute, downing the last half a glass in preparation for the conversation I had, until now, managed to put off.

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Now I know you didn't think I was still marrying Dean, did you? That slimy son-of-a-toad can rot in a dragon-infested pit for all I care. He is out of my life for good. Oh, I suppose you thought I was going to marry Draco...It's a bit early for that. We haven't even been on a date yet. Speaking of which.

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A shadow loomed over me. I looked up slowly, unsure whether I was ready to see the molten steel eyes that I knew would be looking down on me.

"Coco," my voice came out as barely a whisper.

"Dance with me?" He asked and I took the soft hand that he offered me.

The song playing was fast paced but as we slipped into the crowd of dancers Draco wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close to him. Without thinking, I moved my head to rest on his chest and I felt his head lower to sit on top of mine. There was something relaxing about the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest that quickly put my fears to rest. I closed my eyes and breathed in his fresh scent; lavender soap laced with an edge of firewhiskey. We stayed like that for what felt like hours before he spoke.

"So, what are your plans?" Draco's voice rumbled above me.

"I don't know," I answered, unwilling to move. "I think I need to get away, get some space, you know? Clear my head and see what's what."

I felt him move above me, away from me. "Makes sense," he agreed. "Then what?"

It's not like I had put much thought into what to do next. A few hours ago I was about to get married and spend the rest of my life another man but here I was, single, dancing with my family's enemy. He wasn't my enemy though. This man, this brave, wonderful man who had, once again, saved me from making a big mistake. It seemed like all he did was save me. This man who had it all, whose whole life kept getting interrupted by all the drama in my life. How could I tell him that I didn't have a clue what to do next? How could I disappoint him again? More importantly, why did I care if I disappointed him? Who was I kidding? I knew exactly why I cared. I shrugged in answer to his question.

"Do you know what I think you should do?" He took a step away from me to look down at me.

I looked up at him questioningly.

"I think you should stay. It shouldn't be you that runs away, Gin. You should stay," his sentence hung in the air as though there was more he wasn't saying.

"I'm not running away!"

"Sounds like it to me."

"I'm not but what am I meant to do? I have nowhere to live, all my money went on this wedding..."

"Live with me," the shock on my face must have been obvious because he quickly added. "I don't mean with me. I mean with me. I have plenty of space in that big house and you could have your pick of the spare rooms."

I smirked his trademark smirk at him, that smirk I learnt so quickly six years ago. This was it, say it or bottle it up forever. "And what if I don't want one of the spare rooms?"

His cool grey eyes narrowed slightly, "Where else would you go? Back to the Burrow?"

I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my hand around the back of his head, bringing it down so that I could reach his ear. "What about your room?"

"I'm not giving up my room," he looked appalled at the suggestion.

I laughed at his indignation. "Who said anything about you giving it up?"

It was funny really, to see Draco, normally so composed and collected, take such a long to process from shock, to confusion, to comprehension. His own devilish smirk appeared once he understood.

"That sounds doable," he conceded, "but there's one condition."

"Oh?"

"You've got to keep that wedding dress. You have no idea how long it took me to find that dress and we're not going through all that hassle again in a few weeks."

I grinned. I should have known really. How else would the dress shop have accidentally sent me the perfect dress? Then I registered his words. "A few weeks?" I asked incredulously.

His wickedly charming smirk deepened but instead of a response he lowered his head to mine and his lips brushed mine. Light...delicate...needy...deepening...electric...My arms reached up and crossed across the back of his neck to hold him closer to me. He pulled away and I moaned quietly. I wasn't even sure he heard me over the music except for the knowing smile he gave me.

"A few weeks. I could be convinced."

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A/N: Well guys, that's it! Thanks for sticking with it. I hope you've all enjoyed the story :-) Rae xx