A/N: Here it is: the last chapter of the story! I'm so happy that I was able to finish it in time. The song used in this chapter is called Beautiful Disaster, which is sung by Kelly Clarkson. It was actually this song that inspired this entire story, and I hope that I was able to do justice to it. Note: there are two versions of the song Beautiful Disaster, an album version and a live concert version. I would recommend listening to the live version; it's sung at a much slower tempo, and is so much more romantic than the synthesized album version. Listen to the song while you read this chapter if you can, it makes such a difference if you can hear the tune as well!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter belongs to JKR, and the song beautiful Disaster belongs to Kelly Clarkson.

Chapter 7: Beautiful Disaster (Live)

The dance floor was filled with couples when Ginny re-entered the tent. At first, she had trouble spotting anyone, but then a flash of red hair mixed with that of a bushy brown quality signalled to her that Ron and Hermione were still out on the floor dancing. Bill and Fleur were taking a break from dancing, it seemed, and were chatting merrily with a few of Fleur's friends from Beauxbatons. Harry, she saw, was still sitting at the long white table; he was holding a glass of champagne in his hand and staring moodily across the dance floor. You better stay put, prat, Ginny thought, I'm not through with you yet.

Ginny weaved through the crowd of dancers and party-goers, making her way towards Bill. She just needed to ask him and Fleur if it was alright with them if she sang another song, and then she would back away as soon as possible. Unfortunately for Ginny, that did not happen.

"Ginny!" Fleur cried, wrapping her in a giant hug. "I cannot thank you enough for singing de song; eet was magnificent, so bee-utiful."

"It was my pleasure Fleur," Ginny smiled. "Actually I was wondering if-"

"Yes, you are bery talented," one of the French girls interjected.

"And your voice eez stunning," another girl said.

"Where did you learn to play piano?" another asked.

Ginny soon found herself surrounded by a hoard of French girls who wanted to know every bit of information about her that they could possibly get. She answered all of their questions politely, but her patience was wearing thin. She had to get on that stage – preferably sometime before the night was over!

"Ladies, ladies, please; she'll be here all week!" Bill exclaimed, placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to get Ginny a drink while you lot visit with each other."

Ginny sighed gratefully as Bill steered her over to the bar and handed her a butterbeer. She uncorked it and took a generous gulp. "Thanks Bill", she said. "I was starting to feel a little nervous for a bit there."

"Yeah, I figured you could use a hand escaping from them," Bill winked, throwing back a gulp of Firewhiskey. "But really Ginny, you were superb. Fleur and I can't thank you enough."

"Anything for my oldest brother," Ginny said, taking another sip of Butterbeer. "Actually, Bill, I was wondering… if… that is… could you do me a favor?"

"Sure Gin, what do you need?" he responded.

"Well," Ginny hesitated. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I sang another song tonight."

"Not at all!" Bill exclaimed, looking a bit relieved at the simple nature of the favor. "What do you plan on singing?"

"Uh – well," Ginny started, "the song I wrote about Harry and me."

Bill's eyes widened and he looked very impressed. "Wow Gin, you mean business," he grinned.

"Huh, well if my client was a bit more reasonable, I wouldn't be walking up onstage in a few minutes to make a fool out of myself," Ginny said.

"Ah, you're not going to make a fool out of yourself," Bill assured her. "You're an excellent performer, don't worry about it." Bill took one last swig of Firewhiskey and turned away from the bar with a last wink for Ginny. She watched as he whispered into the band leader's ear, gesturing towards where she was seated. The band leader nodded, and then Bill beckoned her over.

"You're on Gin," he told her. "The band's gonna finish up this number and then they'll introduce you. Good luck sis." Bill gave her a quick hug and then headed for Fleur as the last notes of the song died out.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the band leader cried, "Are you having a good time?" An uproarious cheer sounded from the crowd of guests, and the band leader plowed on.

"Well, we've got a special treat for you tonight," he said. "We're gonna slow things down for a bit here, and your own Ginny Weasley is going to perform for us again!"

Another loud round of applause, scattered with cheers and screams, reached Ginny's ears as she made her way over to the piano. She took a few, deep calming breaths as the audience settled down and couples made their way to the floor. She could see Ron leading Hermione to the floor for a dance, and Bill and Fleur were making their way through the crowds too. She quickly glanced up at the table, and saw Harry sitting there, his gaze fixed on her. Well, Ginny thought, here goes nothing.

"This song is called Beautiful Disaster," she told the crowd, taking her seat at the piano. She placed her fingers on the keys and they began to pound out a slow, heart-felt melody. Ginny opened her mouth to sing, and the words of her heart came pouring out.

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme, I know
He's as damned as he seems
More heaven than a heart could hold
And if I tried to save him
My whole world would cave in
It just ain't right, no it just ain't right

Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Oh would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?

The room was filled with swaying couples now, but Ginny could not see the profound affect that her song was having on any other occupants of the room. Her eyes were closed and her fingers were moving repetitively over the keys, drumming out the song of her soul. She could only hope that Harry would understand its meaning, as her voice continued to resonate throughout the reception.

He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
But do I try to change him?
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight, baby hold me tight

Whoa and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter-oh oh oh-ah
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?

As the song continued on, Ginny opened her eyes and allowed herself a few quick glances around the room. The guests seemed to have one of two different reactions; either they were completely stunned with her performance and were watching her in awe, or they were a couple in love and her song was transporting them off into their own world. At least, that's how Bill & Fleur and Ron & Hermione looked at the moment. As she kept on with her song, Ginny let her eyes stray to every part of the room except one. She did not dare chance a glance at Harry – she feared that she would lose all composure if she looked at him now.

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm searchin' for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long,
I've waited so long

He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take

As her hands paused momentarily on the keys, her eyes darted to another point in the room – and she instantly regretted that decision. She had glanced over at the bottom of the stage, only to find that Harry was standing right there, gazing up at her. How was she supposed to keep singing if he was going to look at her like that? His stare was so intense, yet so comforting, that Ginny felt completely shaken. She took a deep breath and loudly plowed on with her song, determined to see it through until the end.

Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after-oh oh oh-ah
But he's so beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter-oh oh oh-ah
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?

He's beautiful
Oh he's so beautiful
He's beautiful…

The last piano notes faded off into the night as the tent erupted with a huge applause. Ginny felt her cheeks grow warm and she took a quick bow. She made her way offstage, only to find Harry waiting for her.

They seemed to be past words now, for Ginny had sung everything that had needed to be said. Harry didn't need to ask if the song had been about them, and Ginny didn't need to ask why he was standing there in front of her. They both just… knew.

And suddenly Harry was hugging Ginny and Ginny was hugging Harry, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She felt her eyes beginning to water and she blinked back her tears, trying to remain composed.

"Harry," she whispered into his ear, "I'm always going to feel this way about you. It doesn't matter if you try to push me away and attempt to keep us apart; those feelings will always be there."

"I – I just wanted to keep you safe," he whispered back. "I hate myself for hurting you, Gin, I was only trying to do what I thought was best."

Ginny pulled back from him and looked him square in the eye. "What's best for me is to be with you," she told him. She paused before continuing, as though she was waiting for some argument on Harry's end. To her delight, he did not fight her. Instead of fighting her, he smiled at her. Suddenly, Ginny found her single thread of hope expanding and growing stronger and stronger with every passing second.

"After all," she persisted, feeling confident that she was about to achieve her goal, "who can protect me and love me better than you?"

Ginny practically glowed with happiness as Harry laughed out loud and gently cupped her face with his hand. "No one," he whispered. He leaned into her and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. It is a kiss of promise, of hope for the future, and of love everlasting.

And as Ginny stood in the backyard of the Burrow, at her brother's wedding reception, with her arms wrapped around Harry Potter; she knew that in the end, somehow, she would have her happily ever after.


A/N: Ta-da! So, what did you think? I'm so happy that I was able to finish this; but I will miss working on the story. It's been a lot of fun, and I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed for their kind feedback – I really appreciate you comments and they mean the world to me. Well, I don't expect that you'll hear from me again until well after the release of Deathly Hallows (oh my god it's almost here!), so happy reading everyone!