Above upon the sunset's edge,

They'll sit, in love, and ponder;

How they could have missed this gift,

That caused their hearts to wander.

That summer, two lone figures sat upon the roof of the Weasley's old house, staring out at the horizon in the distance. It was just before sunset, and the sky was in that gorgeous reddened state where the sun contrasted its brilliant yellow to the rest of the world, shining like a beacon to their eyes. Blue eyes, speckled yellow, glittered in contentment, shady grey eyes showed an overwhelming extent of happiness and satisfaction; both were trained on what would soon be a gorgeous display of colors and comfort.

"It was a beautiful ceremony," Ginny told him softly, "I've never seen Bill so happy." She wore a sheek, black dress that fell to about mid-thighs, and Draco's head lolled drowsily on her spaghetti-strap clad shoulder, his hand comfortable on her bare leg. In her hair were interwoven a mass amount of white-roses, which he had bought for her, and from her neck hung her Valentine's Day present: a tiny coiling emerald flower.

"I've never seen your mother so happy," he stated solemnly as her fingers found his hand and traced tingling patterns along them.

Ginny smiled, too. Molly Weasley had seemed strangely knowing this evening, but especially pacified that her daughter had had a date.

"Is this your Prince Charming?" she'd whispered, winking to her daughter at the tall, handsome Malfoy, adorned in a black suit.

Ginny had blushed, her hand at her neck scratching incessantly. She took a deep breathe and, "Ron still doesn't like him, but we've been going out since October of this year and he's really not all that bad and maybe if you could get used to him he'll get used to you, and please tell dad to be civil and--"

"I approve!" the portly woman had stated, her rosy cheeks red in excitement, "He's a dashing young fellow, and I'd never doubt your judgement."

And so it was. Draco Malfoy had been her Prince Charming since that night at the Hospital Wing, though Ron had been especialy enraged to find them in the same bed that morning. Ginny could only thank Madame Pomfrey for being on hand, or else the burns, boils and bruises obtained might had never gone away. It was true Draco and Ron still had bitter fights, but thankfully now they were mostly verbal...mostly. Ginny had tried to convince both parties to do otherwise, but it seemed male pride overshadowed her coaxing words every time.

So when, and whenever they fought she found her wand in her hand and to their throats, which was only really effective once they were Stupified.

Ginny and Draco had both stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, after Ginny pleaded constantly with Dumbledore to side with Draco on the matter. Lucius had been furious, of course, but in the end Draco's 'big, important Transfiguration assignment that only the Hogwarts library could have books on' had won. Dumbledore, though curious, hadn't questioned as to why the youngest Weasley was suddenly becoming so chummy with the youngest Malfoy, but even he, by then, had heard the rumours.

Ginny and Draco, for the most part, managed to keep their relationship relatively quiet. But still, by Christmas word managed to circulate after some one had seen them, "holding hands by the lake they were, as comfortable as heaven!" That had been an adjustment, and Draco had sneered at one too many curious bystanders, Ginny prefering to simply laugh off their questions and daring glares.

Valentine's Day was spent in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, eating lemon-cake and drinking warm Butterbeer. Draco had dusted the snowflakes from Ginny's hair, and she had gave him the biggest Nuggie of his life, to the laughing and cheering of their fellows, plus Rosmerta. The woman seemed to look at them a little more warmly than others, as though she thought herself the stemming of their relationship. Then, just before curfew, as he was about to leave her at the portait hole, he gave her the necklace, and she'd never kissed him so hard, or held onto him for so long.

"You make my card feel stupid," she'd told him, smiling widely.

"Never," he said, his smirk teasing, "This card is the best thing I've ever been given."

Of course their relationship wasn't all time spent in heaven--there were times where Ginny felt so helpless, so saddened that all she could do was hold him. Those times were mostly when Lucius sent letters, letters to Draco asking how he was doing, how school was and when he'd come to visit him. Draco, of course, never replied, and Ginny urged him not to. She swore to him she'd find away to keep him away from Lucius, swore through her tears she'd never let him go back.

But he'd had to go back for Easter, and Ginny had spent her time moping around her Dormitory, lingering by the windows in wait of an owl from him. It had killed her to be without him for one whole week, to not know what was happening to him, to not know if he was alright. He'd only sent her one letter, hastily written and blotched in ink.

I'm fine.

She didn't think so, but she knew better than to reply. Instead, she sobbed and wailed for the rest of the week, to her friends' severe displeasure--not even Helen could have made it better. When he returned, she just about dragged him to the Room of Requirement, order him to strip and healed every bruise she found, kissed every wound and carressed every inch of him that shuddered in pain and regret.

"It was terrible," he told her quietly, as she ran her hands over his torso, tracing the scars as they lay back on the conjured bed, "He beat me..."

She swallowed a lump in her throat, "Did he...?"

He wouldn't look at her, and she knew. All she could do that night they spent in the Room of Requirement, was cry onto his chest, kissing him, hugging him, as though it were essential for her sanity.

This summer, Ginny had looked him straight in the eye. "Draco Malfoy, you are now seventeen years old. Old enough to move out of your father's house."

He'd looked at her, confused, "Where would I go?"

She'd twisted her mouth into a smile, hesitant but reassuring. "My house may not be the neatest place, but it's actually quite big on the inside..."

He'd grinned then, pulling her in for a hug. "Really?"

She nodded, "Mum says it's fine. I haven't told her it's you yet...nobody knows it's you. I suppose they think it's Helen. But mum's all for it..."

His smile faded a bit. "Your brothers hate me. Your family hates me."

"They don't!" she told him, then quietly, "I don't."

It was enough for him.

So now they sat on her roof, waiting for the sunset. Ginny knew that in her life time, she would do many great things. She could probably change the world in the near future, could save some one's life, could save many people's lives. But she also knew, and accepted, that no matter what she did she would never be able to take away some of the pains that suffered Draco Malfoy. No matter how much she loved him, how long she loved him, some things would remain with him forever, just as some would remain with her. She couldn't change the past--neither one of them could change the past; but they could shape their future, together.

She would do many great things in her lifetime, but among the greatest she would always count sitting to watch the sunset with Draco Malfoy.

That night, the sunset was more beautiful than ever.

Now the sunset will look over them,

And bless their love to grow,

And how it brought them together as such,

Only he will ever know.

Author's Note: There it is, the big finale to Sunsets, the story that took me about a year to write? Mhmm, was it really that short of a time? I feel as though this story has been with me forever. Anyhow, you all see it's a happy ending--and you can't blame my boyfriend for changing my opinion on how it should end, because this was how it was destined to end from the beginning. I could never let Draco suffer :-)

Well...there we are. Goodbye Sunsets!