OMG! Here it is! The finale to Love Like Winter! I feel like this story isn't very Harry Potter-y, in that it's more about Winter and Draco then about Magic and Hogwarts and all that. I tried to throw in as much magic and such and I could so it would still have that feel. But honestly, this is just a love story in the end so I hope the none-magic-y-ness is forgiven, yes? This isn't going to be a very long story, just a few chapters, and it basically just a conclusion that leaves you feeling like loose ends are tied up and gives the story a completed feel. I hope you guys like it though it is a bit different than Love Like Winter! So without further adieu, Winter Melody!


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Jeffrey looked nervously across him at Winter, the hope that filled her eyes was making him feel like he couldn't breathe. He wished she would have waited until she heard what he had to say before she got her hopes up. She was wringing her hands together and the material of her oversized dress slipped passed her fingers which made her sigh in annoyance. Jeffrey had been sure Ilaria had picked everything she had in an effort to give Winter hell. The woman had never liked Winter which had always made Jeffrey wonder why she made the vow in the first place. Winter continued to look at him expectantly and Jeffrey knew he was beginning to stall for far too long.

"When I made the vow I agreed for you to marry Blaise once you turned 18," said Jeffrey, and the light in her eyes began to dim a little. "But only if you are not in love with anyone else, not just in a relationship, or casual dating. Love that you feel with every part of your being, love for someone that is so strong that it is impossible to picture life without them. If you have that kind of love with anyone then the vow is broken and you do not have to marry Blaise today and none of us will face any consequences."

Winter's eyes darted away from Jeffrey's and she took a shaky breath.

"I know that you were in a relationship with Draco Malfoy during your sixth year, when you came home, after what happened with him you looked...lost," said Jeffrey. "Our Winter was gone, replaced by this person that was living half a life. You're still that person now; you just know how to hide it better."

"I couldn't let you and mom die for me, I thought if you knew how I really felt you'd try to stop me," said Winter.

"I hoped every day you would realize you loved Blaise but I know now that you don't and that you never will. Please, for me, Winter, don't marry him if you know in your heart that you love Draco. I love your mother with every part of me; I can't imagine you never having that kind of love because of us."

"How did you know you loved mom?"

"It's not something that can be explained, it's something you feel, something you just know."

"What if what I feel isn't strong enough?"

"You have to figure it out for yourself, Winter, if you know you love Draco and know there can never be anyone you love as much then don't marry Blaise. If you don't then maybe someday you will love Blaise that way and you should marry him. But I implore you to do what feels right because if you feel it then you have to follow through."

Jeffrey squeezed Winter's arm and stood up, leaving her to finish getting ready. As he shut her door he saw her pull a picture from her vanity and saw Draco in it. He turned and walked out to where everyone was taking their seats, preparing for the wedding to begin. Winter's side of the family was on the left and Blaise's family was on the right. Ilaria was still making last minute demands on everything and annoying pretty much every person she talked to.

Jeffrey waited near the door where Winter would come out so he could walk her down the aisle and give her away. He saw the last of the people settle in, even Ilaria who got front row, right on the aisle. Jeffrey couldn't help but picture her sticking her foot out and tripping Winter and calling it an accident. The sound of music signaled for Winter to start out of her room and Jeffrey turned and waited for her, hoping to not see her at all. When he heard the sound of heels clicking from inside the house he closed his eyes and felt a wave of guilt wash over him. When he looked back up he was surprised to see Mary-Kate standing in front of him with wide nervous eyes. She was dressed in a hideous lime green dress with so many ruffles it looked like a curtain.

"Winter is gone," said Mary-Kate, her eyes flashing to where Blaise stood at the end of the aisle, waiting expectantly. Jeffrey smiled and Mary-Kate raised an eyebrow at him.

"Go sit down, Mary-Kate," Jeffrey replied. "I'll let everyone know."

Mary-Kate went to one of the chairs and Jeffrey began to walk to Blaise, trying to think of how to break the news to him. He felt guilty inside for making Winter leave him but he also felt relief to know Winter wasn't going to be locked down to a man she didn't love. That was what kept him going and gave him the strength to break the terrible news that Winter was gone.