Summary: Draco Malfoy is London's most irresistible bachelor. And the time has come for him to marry. There is only one problem: he's in love with his best friend's wife.

A/U.

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In Flagrante Delicto

Chapter Eighteen

Ginny watched in open-mouthed disbelief as Draco sped out behind Oliver Wood's team wearing only his ordinary clothes. An excited murmur began to grow from the fans of Puddlemere United. Already, Ginny could hear curious whispers.

"Draco Malfoy? Isn't he the one who betrayed You-Know-Who?"

"He was a few years older than me back at Hogwarts. He played Seeker for the Slytherin House. He was quite good."

"Is he a reserve? How come he isn't in uniform?"

"Maybe he's the coach!"

"He looks familiar. I wonder where I've seen him before."

Ron was gaping at Draco like a fish out of water. Hermione was out of her seat, clutching at her face in wonder. And Charlie just sat there looking completely unaffected by the entire ordeal. He and Georgina were talking about something else.

Ginny didn't know what to think. Draco had not mentioned anything to her about wanting to play Quidditch. Sure, he had expressed interest in the sport – mind you, a huge part of him still loved it. But this was thoroughly out of the blue. It was unexpected. And startling. Very startling.

"I don't understand." Hermione finally voiced out, gaze still firmly plastered on the airborne Draco. The team was making the traditional circle around the pitch before coming down to shake hands with the opposing team. "Is he going to play?"

"He's not in uniform." Ginny said absently.

"Did you know about this Gin?" Ron yelped.

She shook her head soundlessly. No, she didn't know anything about this at all. A sudden fury began to well up inside her. How dare he keep something this big from her! And to think that she had given him Quidditch World Cup tickets for his birthday!

Ginny felt downright humiliated. Humiliated and betrayed.

He had lied to her.

Her fingers began to shake. Charlie shot her an alarmed look. "Are you alright Gin?" He rose from his seat and started towards her.

Eyes blazing with rage, she growled. "This is out of the line. I refuse to be with that – that man anymore! Consider his courtship terminated."

Charlie stared at her in stunned silence.

Ron was torn between looking relieved and saddened by the news. Hermione gasped in shock, clapping a hand to her mouth. Georgina wisely decided to stay out of it.

"Ginny!" Hermione said hurriedly. "You haven't even heard his side of the story yet. Maybe he has his reasons."

"Knowing Malfoy, he probably has." Charlie reasoned with her. "In fact I'm sure he has."

"How would you know?" Ginny glowered.

"Erm -- "

"You could ask." Ron said, his eyes unblinkingly glued at something in front of him. "He's coming this way."

"What?" Ginny asked, whipping her head away from Charlie to stare at the Quidditch Pitch. Draco had broken out of the team's formation and was racing straight towards her.

The crowd was in utter frenzy. Everyone was pointing in his direction, people were taking photographs of him, and the teams on the Pitch were watching him as well – almost expectantly – like they were waiting for something to happen.

"What is he doing?" Ginny asked feeling herself turn bright red as Draco landed gracefully at their aisle. He ignored the probing eyes that burned into him from every single direction. Questions were being fired from his audience. He didn't reply to any of them.

Instead he said: "Ginny, won't you come to me?"

She stared at him as if he were an escaped resident of a mental institute. There was a determined look on his face.

"Go!" Hermione hissed giving her a light shove on the back. Ginny stumbled forward. She barely registered that she was walking. Soon she found herself at the aisle. And before she knew it, Draco had taken her onto the broom and they were both suddenly in the air.

They were flying.

Back towards the Pitch.

Ginny grabbed hold of his waist, holding on for dear life. Draco had been trained as a Seeker. Speed was his forte. "Draco?" She asked questioningly into his back.

"Just wait." Was his only reply.

I must be dreaming. Ginny thought. Here I am at the 425th Quidditch World Cup and Draco Malfoy has made a grand entry with Puddlemere United and has suddenly kidnapped me from my comfy seat on aisle 26. And now we're making our way back towards the Pitch for god knows what.

If this wasn't a dream then she wasn't sure what it was.

They were descending.

Her feet came in contact with solid ground. Draco climbed off the broom (a Thunderbolt 3000, one of the fastest brooms in existence) and held out a hand to her. She took it after a moment's hesitation.

Ginny then found herself standing in the middle of a professional Quidditch Pitch surrounded by professional Quidditch teams and being stared at by a million people. She blinked at absurdity of it all. At the corner of her eyes, she saw Oliver Wood wink at her. And from her peripheral vision, she could see Harry Potter standing by the entrance of what she presumed to be the locker rooms. There was lopsided smile on his face.

"Draco?" She asked again. Her voice came out shaky. If this wasn't nerve-wracking, then she didn't know what was.

Draco simply smiled at her. A genuine smile. A happy smile. It almost made her forget about everything else – where she was, what she was doing. He seemed to have that effect on her.

"FIVE MINUTES MISTER MALFOY." The announcer boomed heartily. "WE NEED TO GET GOING WITH THE GAME. I'M SURE FIVE MINUTES WOULD BE ENOUGH."

Five minutes? Five minutes of what? Enough for what? Ginny's head was spinning. Draco gave a thumbs-up to the Top Box where the announcer was currently standing.

"Maybe you should tell me what's going on." Ginny suggested meekly.

And then Draco did the darndest thing.

He got down on one knee.

There was a collective gasp from the audience.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley," Draco said softly. His grey eyes bore into hers searchingly – lovingly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Ginny's lips parted. She felt dazed. This wasn't happening. It was almost too surreal. He popped the lid open and inside it was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. It must have been at least 5 carats. It glittered underneath the bright lights. Asscher cut diamonds. White gold. They were blinding.

" – Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

The entire Pitch fell deathly silent.

But Ginny didn't notice. All she could see at that very moment was Draco and the ring. Her mind flashed back to memories of their days spent together and she knew that he was the one. She trusted him. Trusted him with all her heart to be completely faithful to her.

And not because he had proposed to her in front of a million people from all over the world. She trusted him because she loved him. It was simple as that.

"Ginny?" Draco asked expectantly. There was a trace of worry in his voice.

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and when she spoke, her voice cracked.

"Yes."

The crowd erupted into applause. It was deafening.

Draco slipped the ring into her finger and embraced her. "I love you Ginny Weasley. And I promise I will take care of you and make you happy."

"There's nothing more I could ask for." She said, choking back a sob. "I love you too."

"AND A CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEWLY-ENGAGED COUPLE: MR. DRACO MALFOY AND MS. GINNY WEASLEY. LET'S HEAR IT FOR THEM FOLKS!"

There were hoots, catcalls, whistles. Draco grinned and swept her up bridal style and carried her out of the Pitch. Ginny laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. They passed by Wood and his team.

"Congratulations!" Wood yelled out just before they catapulted into the air to start their game. "Let's hope that you two are our good luck charm!"

…

Puddlemere United won the game in less than thirty minutes after Jennifer Kline caught the Snitch. She was seen afterward snogging Harry Potter senseless.

As for Draco and Ginny, they were happily lost in their own little world – Quidditch World Cup be damned.

…

THE END

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