Uhm, *waves nervously* I've decided that I needed a bit of help with my epilogue for Au Paire, and this is the only place and I am in any way posting any of it until it's done. I really need help, big time. Do you know how much I hate writing epilogues? Well, I do, and I'm only writing this one to make everyone at ff.net who read Au Paire happy. I don't have much of it done, and I'm not really sure what to write, but I do have a little. Could you guys please, pretty please, help me?
Oh, and I know that I saw Hermione is married to Ron--because she is, really I have no preference on Hr/H and R/Hr so I try to switch off with my stories.
Epilogue
"Ginny Weasley, I have no idea what you think you're doing--but it most certainly is not planning a wedding! Do you have any idea how much effort is going into this and how much of it is not yours? You do want to get married don't you?--Because if you do, I don't think you should spend your time like this. It isn't productive."
"Oh hush, Hermione," Ginny called over her shoulder, taking advantage of her opponent's momentary lapse in attention while Hermione was lecturing her, and lunged forward with her foil, tearing a small rip in the white fabric of her opponent's jumper. "I'm multi-tasking."
Hermione snorted. "This is what you call multi-tasking? Fighting and planning a wedding do not go together."
"I'm not fighting, I'm practicing." Ginny said, parrying a blow aimed at her hip. "And I'm practicing because I'll be damned if Malfoy is going to beat me every time we spar."
"I can't believe you two are getting married and you still call him Malfoy."
"Only when I'm feeling affectionate." Ginny grinned behind her mask.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief. "You know, really this whole thing baffles me."
"Anything that you can't piece together with logic baffles you, Hermione," Ginny said.
"Exactly, I can't think of a logical reason that you and Malfoy would be together--of all people!" Hermione set her clipboard and quill down on the hardwood floor and placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Ginny to finish.
"Maybe," Ginny lunged again, but this time her opponent was ready and blocked. "It's just because we love each other. Ever think that?" She circled her opponent slowly. "I mean, come on, you and Ron have been married for ages, and you guys used to always fight in school. Why is that any different from me and Draco?"
"I don't know," Hermione pretended to think. "Maybe it's because his family has always hated your family."
"He doesn't hate me."
"Obviously." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Anyways, did you want the green or blue bridesmaid dresses?" She picked her clipboard back up from the floor.
"Can I have rainbow?"
"I swear you are the most infuriating--"
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Ginny?" Draco asked, walking into the ballroom, carrying the foils and such.
Ginny nodded firmly as she stepped into the ballroom behind him. "We're getting married tomorrow. I'm going to beat you before we get married if it's the last thing I do."
Draco shook his head. "I don't understand why you're so set on beating me."
"There's nothing to understand, Draco my dear. Now put on your suit and let's get cracking." Ginny said, tugging up her own aforementioned suit and fastening her mask on. She picked up and foil and tested its weight in her hand.
"Ready?" Draco asked, rolling his neck.
"Yes, the Evil Queen shall prevail today."
"We'll see about that." Draco said. "On guard." Ginny took position and they circled each other slowly.
That's all I have...*sniffs*
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