Author's Note: Final chapter! AH! I know it's REALLYYYY quick and short, I'm really sorry. And I know the song is like majorly long but...deal with it! hehe.

Part III, Of the Future: A Year

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes,

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Moments so dear.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights

In cups of coffee

In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure

A year in the life?

How about love?

How about love?

How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes!

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand

Six hundred minutes

How do you measure the life

Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned,

Or in times that he cried.

In bridges he burned,

Or the way that she died.

It's time now to sing out,

Tho' the story never ends

Let's celebrate

Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love!

Remember the love!

Seasons of love!

- RENT (Seasons of Love)

Ginny sat at an empty table, rubbing her feet. It had been quite a night, filled with dancing and festivities, and now most of the crowd had gone to watch the fireworks, that would occur till exactly one in the morning. Ginny smiled to herself, recalling the day exactly one year ago, before she knew what love was, or that Draco was the one she was meant to love. Before the drama of girlish tea parties and ex-girlfriends.

She laughed slightly. How much had changed.

For one, when she went to the ball last year, she had gone to get away from Draco. Now, she had gone to spend the whole time with him in his arms, where she belonged. Last time, she was loathing the thought of marrying Draco... Now, she was enjoying every second.

"Excuse me, Miss Malfoy, may I ask for your hand in this dance?"

She snapped out of her reverie and looked up. Draco bowed down dramatically, then poked his head up to look at her, smirking.

"I don't know..." Ginny said, faux-nervously. "My husband might find out..."

Before she knew it, Draco was twirling her on the empty dance floor.

Ginny laughed and spun out of his arms, then was pulled back in. He lightly held her stomach as they danced to no music. As they danced, Ginny's mind flashed backwards, through everything they had gone through. A year... it seemed like such a miniscule bit of time. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes seemed like nothing in the long run when so much had gone by.

She looked into Draco's frozen eyes and a smile appeared on her face once more. The man who she had once loathed, who she had attempted to beat up, who she yelled at, the one she wanted to kill rather than marry, was now the man she couldn't live a second without.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

A young blonde witch around sixteen danced past them with a young redhead, glaring at the boy with fierce intensity. He said something that made her crack a grin, but she quickly covered it up. Ginny glanced up at Draco and laughed.

"We were once like that," she whispered. "Can you believe I once hated you?"

Draco looked down. "Yes. I was horrible to you."

"Draco, please don't," Ginny said quietly, lifting his head up with a finger. They had stopped dancing and now stood in the middle of the floor, motionless. "Please don't apologize for anything you've done. There's no need."

The fireworks seemed to die down, and without question, the pair went out to the balcony of L'Opera to count off the seconds until the new year. The fireworks began to fade until it was complete darkness in the pitch-black sky, and instead of the constant boom of fireworks, the murmuring of the audience filled Ginny's ears.

Suddenly, in the sky, fireworks formed the number '10,' and the audience seemed to play along, counting off with each number out loud.

"Nine! Eight! Seven!"

Ginny touched her stomach lightly and smiled up at Draco nervously.

"Six! Five! Four!"

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

"Three!"

"Draco," she yelled over the crowd.

"What?"

"Two!"

She took another breath. "I'm... pregnant."

Draco froze, looking down at Ginny in astonishment.

Ginny shyly looked up at her husband, worried if he was mad, or regretful. But instead of seeing a look of disappointment, she saw the hugest grin of pure happiness she had ever seen on anyone's face.

"One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

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Author's Note: That's it! What a way to end, eh? I know it may suck, and I'm very very sorry about that, but I just wanted to end it. I knew I wanted to end it with Ginny being pregnant, but it wasn't until I heard "Seasons of Love" in Art class that I thought of doing it this way. What do you think? Please send some final feedback! Thanks to all you fans who have made my story the most reviewed out of all my fanfics. You all rocked! Hope to see you soon (meaning, reviewing my new fanfic)

Bye!

New Fanfic Ideas. Always subject to change:

1) DEALS WITH THE DEVIL -

SUMMARY: THIS TIME, INSTEAD OF FIGHTING THE ENEMY IN THE WAR, THEY WOULD BE FIGHTING ONE OF THEIR OWN.

2) IF I FELL -

SUMMARY: AFTER THE WAR, A DEPRESSION HITS THE WIZARDING WORLD. WHEN HER FATHER LOSES HER JOB AND MONEY'S RUNNING THIN, GINNY'S ONLY CHOICE IS TO GET A JOB WORKING FOR THE ONE MAN WHOSE MEMORY SHE WISHED WOULD FADE...