Chapter 15: Till There Was You (Epilouge)

There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No I never saw them at all
Till there was you

Then there was music
And wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No I never heard it at all
Till there was you

- The Beatles - "Till There Was You"

Author's note: AHH! I'm actually really sad! I've gotten sooo attached to Broken...it was something to do when I was bored, or when I was depressed, LOL! I would attempt a sequel, but I think this is one of those stories that you should just let be. I might slaughter any good feelings with a sequel. However, I am glad that all of you (so far) have requested an epilouge. I also want to take this time to thank all of you who have updated, even if it was just a quick sentence or a long paragraph - it always brightened my day. I even printed out a few and took to show my dad and mom. So, thanks again to all of ya'll who have read and enjoyed- and thanks especially to those who have critiqued my writing and scrutinized it! I didn't just read your reviews and think, "like, omg, they are SOOO jealous because I write fanfics and THEY don't even have a LINK!" Nope, I actually re-read my writing... tried to fix the mistakes... you know. But to be completely honest, I didn't take the time I do in irl stories that I do in fanfics... When I write a real story, I send it to my mom (english major), my mom's friend, and then I try to get my friends to beta read it. So don't just think I'm lazy, I just don't have time! . ANyway this was a really long author's note... lmao. So THANK YOU AGAIN to all the readers/reviewers - LOVE YA! . xoxo, Elizabeth Oh, one thing - Hadda plug my state in here. . GOO NEW YORK!

PS: This chapter is different from other ones. As the song goes, 'the worst is over now, and we can breathe again.' AKA totally un-angsty! Totally fluffalicious! . YAY! (Lets her inner-Fluffy Bunny out)

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Four Months Later

Okay. I'm nervous. I'm really, really, really, really nervous. Really.

Did I mention I'm nervous? BECAUSE I AM. I'M REALLY, REALLY, NERVOUS.

I walk in a circle in my dressing ... room... thing... clenching and unclenching my hands. I fix my collar. I look at myself in the mirror. I fix the back of the dress. I check my shoes. Any toliet paper on them? ...No. Okay. I'm fine. F-I-N-E. Perfectly, 100, totally-not-nervous, awesomely FINE. Greeaattt. Fine. Not nervous. Nope. Not at all. Not a bit. Nervous? Why would anyone be nervous? Just because I'm about to get married in like 1 minute does not mean I'm nervous. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not me! When am I ever nervous? ...Don't answer that.

A tap on the door shakes me from my reverie, and I ask, "Who is it?"

"Who do you think!" Hermione scoffs. "Are you dressed? Can I come in?" she comes in before I answer anyway and shrieks. "YOU. LOOK. GORGEOUS."

I blush a shade slightly lighter then my hair. "Um, thanks. For everything, Mione." I envelope her in a huge hug. "It's so good to see you."

"You too," Hermione sniffles. "You have no idea... you're the only familiar face I really know." We back away, and then start laughing. All that work on our faces for nothing: we've smudged it with a few tears. "Thank god for magic, eh?" With a smile and a wave of our wands, we look 'presentable' again. We hear another knock on the door, this time Hermione answering it. "Who is it? It better not be Draco!"

"It's not Draco! Let me in! It's Tonks!" Hermione opens the door and lets Tonks in. She looks outrageous: She's taken the purple bridesmaids gowns and has destroyed it. Now, there are patches all over it, she's wearing fishnet stockings, and she's wearing boots. Leather boots. "Okay, problem. I can't decide if I should wear my hair like this -" her hair is now purple, short, and spiky "- this," and with a flash its now brunette and long, flowing, " - or this." And with another flick, her hair is now shoulder-length, black, and sleek.

"That one!" Hermione and I answer automatically.

"Tonks, you're a babe!" I laugh. Honestly, Tonks looks like a goddess.

"Shut up," she tuts. She then sits on a chair and studies me. "Speaking of babes... Ginny you look fab!"

I laugh and blush yet again. Self conciously, I check myself in the mirror. I look alright, I suppose: my light blue, almost white wedding dress fits at least. The small shimmering sparkles are in the front, barely visible. I'm glad I didn't have to get a poofy dress: thin is the way I like it. In the back is a silky "cape," and it is attached to a blue and white headpiece. I think the word for it is a 'veil.' My hair is simple: it's grown out a bit since my goth expirience but I've decided to keep it a little less then shoulder length, straight, with two pieces tied back. "Thanks."

"No problem. Malfoy is going to have a tough time getting his hands off you tonight isn't he?" she laughs, then catches herself. "Draco, I mean. Sorry. Still not going to get used to that..."

I laugh again. "It's alright. It took me a while, too."

Hermione smiles cheekily. "So, where are you going for your honeymoon?"

"New York," I grin. "I've always wanted to go see Broadway, he..."

"Had no choice?" Tonks supplies. Hmm... seems about right. I say nothing, though. Don't want to make them think Draco is totally whipped.

Another knock on the door. I'm about calming down, but every knock sends shivers up my spine. "Who is it?"

"Remus! Open up, let me see you!" I laugh and unlock the door. Lupin has been like a father to me since...you know. He's even walking me down the aisle. He says he feels like its his duty; and I have no complaints.

He grins. "Ginny, you look wonderful. Your father would be so proud. Your mother, too. ... Hermione, great as well and... Nymph..."

"Tonks," Tonks replies warningly. "How many times do I have to -"

"You look beautiful." Me and Hermione give each other a 'WEEE!' look, because we know how much... umm... 'frustration' there is between Tonks and Lupin.

"Oh." She looks down. "Thanks." Is she... IS SHE BLUSHING! YAYYYY YYYY YY Y Y Y...Y...y... (cough).

Lupin clears his throat. "Anyway, Ginny... I'll be back in five minutes, alright?"

"Sure, Remus," I smile. He leaves and closes the door.

Tonks looks at me and then at Hermione. "'Mione, I think we should leave Ginny alone. She looks like she's about to explode."

"Ah, yes, I think you're right," Hermione replies, voice dripping with faux worry. "Wouldn't want to get Ginny's explosion on our dresses, right?"

"No, of course not." With a grin, they leave the room. Okay. I'm alone now. I'm ... alone. And ... I'm fine. Fine, and alone. Alone and fine. Fine and alone, alone and - ... Okay, you get it. The point is: I'm fine, and I'm not scared. Nope. Why would I be! ...Well, I am only 18, and I am getting married... but really, I'm fine. FINE. I am the definition of "cool, calm, and collected." You look up "cool, calm, and collected" in the dictionary and there I am - chillaxin'. Because that's what I am: COOL. CALM. COLLECTED. FINE.

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OKAY. I'M NOT FINE. YA HEAR ME! NOT. FINE.

REMUS SAID HE'D TELL ME IN FIVE MINUTES WHEN IT WAS TIME FOR ME TO COME OUT. THAT WAS SEVEN MINUTES AGO. SEVEN. MINUTES. AGO. WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED? DO YOU THINK THEY FORGOT ABOUT ME? DO YOU THINK DRACO MARRIED ANOTHER WOMAN BECAUSE SHE'S PRETTIER THEN I AM? OR MAYBE THEY'RE ALL DOING THIS TO SEE HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE FOR ME TO CRACK. WELL, I'M SORRY TO TELL YOU, FOLKS, BUT I CRACKED A VERY LONG TIME AGO IN A CRAMPED ROOM WITH A STICK. I'M ALREADY INSANE. WHY ARE YOU TESTING ME!

MAYBE DRACO IS PULLING AN UNCLE JESSE. YOU KNOW, IN FULL HOUSE, WHEN UNCLE JESSE IS GOING TO GET MARRIED BUT INSTEAD HE ACTS LIKE A PRAT AND JUMPS OUT OF AN AIRPLANE, GETS STUCK IN A TREE, FALLS INTO A TOMATO TRUCK, AND THEN GOES TO JAIL. ...What can I say, I'm a muggle-tv-maven. BACK TO THE SUBJECT. IF DRACO IS STUCK IN A TREE, I'M NOT GETTING HIM. IT'S HIS OWN FAULT FOR JUMPING OUT OF THE DARNED AIRPLANE ANYWAY! AND WHAT WAS HE THINKING, GOING INTO A PLANE WITH JOEY IN THE FIRST PLACE! WHAT IS HE, INSANE! ... Oh, right, he didn't do that. That was Jesse. ...I'll calm down now.

...NO I WON'T, BECAUSE IT'S BEEN EXACTLY EIGHT MINUTES NOW, AND NO ONE HAS COME TO GET ME THEY CLEARLY WANT TO SABOTAGE THIS WEDDING. THEY DON'T LOVE ME. THEY REALLY DON'T.

THE WEDDING IS OFF!

Just as I'm about to grab my belongings and jump out the window, Remus knocks on my door. "Sorry, Gin, the flowers weren't ready on time. Ready to go?"

...Um. Sure. Right. Yeah. That whole wedding thing. "Um, okay. Right. Wedding. As in, me getting married."

"That's how it goes," he laughs, linking his arm with mine.

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We walk, arms linked, in front of the main hall doors. He gently pushes it open and I hear the wedding tune being played on the organ... and I know it's my cue to, I dunno...move, but I can't. I'm just staring at Draco, who's like a thousand feet away. He breaks into a grin and my eyes turn wide. I look at Remus and start to close the door, run away, and forget about the whole wedding plan, when Remus squeezes my arm.

"It's okay," he whispers. "Pre-wedding jitters. It will be fine."

Okay. Remember me? Cool, calm, and collected? Yeah. That's me. Uh-huh. Yep.

We walk down the aisle, me taking short, shallow breaths and Remus walking along fine. ... Until he lets go of my arm. "No! Where are you going?" I whisper.

"...Into my aisle. You're the one getting married, not me..."

Oh. Right. Yeah. I look up at Draco, who grins again. And... I'm still not moving. Draco laughs and walks down to me, grabs my hand, and gently helps me up the small stairs to the altar. This whole marriage thing? A heart attack waiting to happen.

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I have no idea what the priest dude is saying. He's sorta talking in riddles, and I really don't understand a word of it. Yeah, those five practice-weddings? All flew out of my head. The woman teaching me how to dance? The only thing I can remember. But I highly doubt knowing the steps to the cha-cha is going to help me recite my vows. ...If we're even up to that yet. C'mon, can't we fast-foward to the 'here's your ring, you may now kiss the bride'?

I look at Draco, and he looks... nervous. I didn't really know he knew how to be nervous. Funny, I haven't seen him like this since we were about to do some major Basilisk-whoop-ass. Aww, I make him as nervous as if he were going to marry a Basilisk! ... Hmm... why doesn't that sound like a good thing?

Okay. I'm good. If I just breathe, I'm fine. Okay... breathe. Heeee...hoooo. Heeee...hooo. Heeee... okay, enough with that, it's distracting the audience. Speaking of the audience... I begin to look into the crowd and see whos there. The whole Chudley Cannons team is there to support "Ron's little sister," Dumbledore is there, members of the Order, ...Snape? Ew? ...and his GIRLFRIEND? Double ew, Oliver Wood and his family in support of my family, Penelope Clearwater, Neville, Colin, some Slytherins I don't know (who look pretty pissed that Draco's marrying me)...and ...

Okay. Why is everyone looking at me expectantly. ...? OH! OOOHHHH! "Oh, my turn! I do!"

Everyone laughs (at me...cough...), and the priest smiles. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the - "

Before he even finishes, Draco's lips are on mine, engulfing me in a huge hug. Everyone begins clapping but we continue kissing, and I just can't wait till we're together every day. Though, in a sense, we've already had a taste of the married life: living together, fighting, making up...

"I love you," I whisper, giggling.

"I love you too," he smiles. Oh, how I love to hear that.

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"And then what happened?" Liz, Remus' younger daughter (from another marriage that occured years ago... her mother died) prods.

"Lizzy, I really don't think -" Remus interrupts.

"Then the Basilisk attacked, and just as I was about to black out, I took my knife and BANG! Killed it dead."

"Draco!" I somewhat screech, slapping him lightly. "You're such a liar! Do you want to hear the real story, Lizzy?"

"Yes!"

"Well... it felt like someone was talking to me. Someone was, like, coaching me through the whole thing. They told me to put a spell on Voldemort so he couldn't see, then reminded me of Fawkes. Using that thought, I conjured birds to attack the Basilisk and have it keep its mind off Draco. Then, I split the Basilisk, accio'd the diary, and punctured it with the fang from Draco's arm. Then...someone helped Draco live. I don't know who."

"And then what?" she whispers, eyes getting glassy. I look around at the silent room; everyone is listening intently.

"Um... and then, he woke up, and we um... hugged," (and did a lot more then hugging...) "and um... then we sort of just...dated for a while, like 3 months, until he asked me to marry him."

"That's so sweet!" Liz, and a bunch of other guests, screech. I blush and the music starts again, people getting up to dance. I see Liz get up to dance with Oliver Wood's younger son, Liam, and I also see Remus and Tonks, Hermione and Oliver, and Snape and his mystery date get up to dance. I turn to look at Draco, who's pouting.

"What?" I question. You're not supposed to be unhappy on your wedding day.

"Now why'd you have to ruin the fun?" He quickly breaks out into a grin, however, causing me to feel at ease. I stare into my chicken when all of a sudden I feel his breath tickling my ear.

"Isn't the bride and groom supposed to have a dance?" he murmurs. I feel a chill run up and down my spine, and I nod weakly. "Well, let's go then." I nod again, putting my hand in his and letting him lead me on the dance floor. The people who were once dancing now sit down, and the music starts up. Since we don't really have a favorite song, we told the DJ any romantic song would do... but for some reason, I feel as if Draco has been searching for a perfect song for a while. Maybe it's just a guess... but I know that Draco was listening to Bob Dylan a few days ago...

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

I look up into Draco's eyes and smile... just smile. Because I haven't felt this much at home in a while... not since I've been with Draco. In his arms, I just feel loved. As if there are no questions asked, no regrets, no worries... just pure love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there's no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love.

Oh, I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I knew right from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind we'd be wrong

By now, Draco is singing in my ear, so lightly I could hardly hear him but only feel his breath on my ear. But either way, I know he's picked out the song with me in mind, and it just makes me feel so...happy. Even though I'm really happy... I still miss my family. I can't completely forget. My mother would love this: she would be sitting there, with my family, crying her eyes out. And dad... he'd be super proud, but still on the defensive, with his hands gripped on his wand the whole time, as if Draco would hurt me or something. And my brothers: forget about it! They would have 'objected' the wedding, and we wouldn't even be dancing right now. They'd probably be dancing with us if we even got this far. With these thoughts, I laugh, small tears falling down my cheek. He takes his thumbs and massages my cheek, wiping away the tears without any questions. He knows I miss my family... he misses his, too. That's why we're so great together... we don't ask why we're depressed. We know. The only thing we can do is love the other.

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

Oh, when the storms raging on the open sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy make your dreams come true

No there's nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love

To make you feel my love

To make you feel my love

To make you feel my love

The song ends and we break away, each sort of crying (though Draco would never admit it). Everyone claps and I blush, then we sit down. The rest of the night seems to go by in a blur: the only thing in focus is Draco. As we're getting ready to leave, saying goodbye to everyone, I look in the crowd and can make out the smiling, freckled faces of 8 redheads in the crowd. When I try to focus on them, however, they're gone. Draco looks at me, seeing my shock, but I shake my head and smile.

We're always with you, I can hear them say.

I know, I think back.

Draco and I walk outside and get ready to take the portkey, but before that he whispers. "I hope you're ready for a fun-filled night." My eyes widen, and I just hope my family isn't always with me.

"Draco!" I whisper, grabbing his hand and slapping him with the free one.

"What? Just preparing you!"

"Yeah, and after that we're going shopping at Saks, going to the mueseum, going to see Phantom of the Opera at broadway..." When I see his shocked face, I smile. "What? Just preparing you!"

With a cheeky grin, he grips the portkey and we zoom off to Times Square.

FINITE!

Author's Note: AHH! I'm like, crying. Pathetic I know but I'm just so happy with the way it ended! THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR MAKING ME WRITE AN EPILOUGE!

Official thank-you's to the following singers for letting me ... base chapters around their songs X

Tori Amos, The Beatles, Billy Joel, Natalie Imbruglia, Seether feat. Amy Lee, Phantom of the Opera, Hilary Duff, AFI, and Snow Patrol.

And thank you to all my reviewers for giving me 111 (so far) reviews! I LOVE YOU ALL!

AND BE SURE TO LOOK FOR MY NEW FANFICTION! It's (of course) going to be a Draco/Ginny, but I'm not sure what kind yet. Most likely one of the same nature... Post-Hogwart's... IDK. But keep an eye out for it! D

Some things that I sorta changed in the fanfiction and deleted and screwed around with: (just sentences & stuff)

"What are you doing to me?" he murmurs in my ear while stroking my cheek. I suppose he thinks I'm asleep. I have no reply so I play the sleeping act up a bit. "Mm..." (would have gone in chapter... 7 I think?)

We turn the corner, walking back into my room, and I hear muffled voices.

"They said the son and the littlest Weasley is with him, Master."

Oh, shit.

"You mean the only Weasley," another voice replies, chuckling coldly. Damn you!

"Shut up! Stay on the point. We've already killed that damned 'house elf,' Mira. She wasn't a fucking House Elf, I'm telling you. That was a girl from the Order. I would know, I killed her family last week."

Holy. Crap. Mira!

I look to ... (never finished it)

This actually IS in chapter called "Run"... But I just thought you should know I actually thought of it and then copied and pasted. Lmao.

As I stare there, I can almost see the faded faces of eight, orange-haired, freckled Weasleys.

- This actually was in my head since like... the fifth chapter. I've really wanted it to end with her family being there, and I think I did that. But that was supposed to be the exact last sentence... but it just doesn't fit. So I think it's good that i tweaked it.

You found me

When no one was around

You saved me

When the world was crumbling down

You helped me up

You made me see

The truth of what

I could be

- poem I wrote for Broken. Lol. I never finished it X

AND... READY FOR WHAT IT WAS GOING TO BE CALLED INSTEAD OF BROKEN?

"Black Balloon."

THE ORIGINAL SUMMARY IDEA:

"From this moment on, my life is over," I think to myself, bringing the blanket over my bare shoulders.

And that's it! THIS IS REALLY THE END:( SOOO SAD. Love ya'll! BE SURE TO COMMENT!