Chapter Two:

As the door shut behind her, Amélie headed to the living room where Luna Weasley was tying the bow in the back of Analiese’s, her teenage daughter, burgundy dress.

“Mum, leave it alone. It's fine,” Analiese rolled her eyes.

Amélie grinned as she stopped beside them and patted her younger cousin’s blond hair. “Yes, you look fine but let your mom fuss, it’s what they do best, you know.” She explained.

“Amélie Scarlett!” She heard her mother cry from the bedroom but she ignored her as she smiled at Luna.

“You look great, Aunt Luna,” she said and meant it; her figure encased in a bright blue off the shoulders gown, her white blond hair was pulled back into an elegant bun with blue daisies weaved in. She looked fantastic.

“Thank you, dear.” Luna smiled, her silvery-gray eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Amélie, darling, come here,” an older woman called and she looked over to see her grandmother, Narcissa standing beside Pansy Parkinson, one of her father’s best friends.

“Hey, baby Red,” Pansy patted Amélie head.

She glared at her as she brushed away Pansy’s hand. Pansy laughed as she crossed her arms. “Don’t call me that.” Amélie frowned.

“That glare could melt glaciers.” Pansy chuckled.

“You are certainly Draco’s daughter.” Narcissa chuckled along with Pansy.

“With all that attitude in one little body, it’s sure to be dangerous as you continue to get older,” Pansy snorted.

“Stop teasing her,” Ginny said as she came out of the bedroom. The group stared at her in her wedding gown. Narcissa even seemed misty-eyed as she watched Amélie tread over to her mother and grab her hand.

“You look amazing, mom.” She smiled.

Ginny smiled back, “thanks, love. Hopefully, he won’t run away.”

"Draco would never disappear on the wedding day to his Red," Narcissa said as she walked to Ginny and slid her arm around the younger woman's shoulders.

"She would say that not knowing that I saw him climbing out of the wind - ergh! Dammit, ouch!" Pansy hissed as the door opened behind her and hit her. "Blaise, is that you? You bastard! How dare you -"

"It's time, Ginny." Blaise ignored Pansy and smiled at Ginny, "and no, Draco wasn't sliding out of the window. As a matter of fact, he sent me here ten minutes early. Actually, he kicked me out." He rolled his eyes. “You know the man. No patience at all.” He shook his head.

Ginny smiled, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “How are we doing this?”

“A portkey,” he pulled out a book and showed her. Ginny laughed as she grabbed the book. It was an old muggle historical romance book. She recognized it right away.

“Where did you get this?” She asked in shock.

“Draco gave it to me.” Blaise shook his head. “What’s so special about it?”

“It’s from a long time ago,” she said as she opened the book and she noticed the names Draco and Ginny within the stories. It was an old memory back to when Draco and she had been falling in love; back when they had been working at WWW and just getting into the Organization. Ginny ran her fingers over the page. “I can’t believe he’s had this all this time.”

“Draco has a lot of interesting things,” Narcissa smiled. “Some I don’t even know.”

“Yes, yes, yes, now gather around. Everyone touch the portkey or Draco will have my hide.” Blaise looked around at all the women gathered in the living room. Come now, quickly!”

Pansy shook her head and slid into the spot next to Amélie and Narcissa. Analiese and Luna came as well. “Don’t be such a – ah, that’s an inappropriate word in front of children.”

“I’m not a child.” Analiese glared.

Amélie laughed, “yes, but everything Pansy usually says is inappropriate. Just ignore her.”

“Hey, baby Red, none of that.” Pansy shook her head.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” Amélie hissed, a few paintings around them shook.

“Amélie,” Ginny turned to look at her.

“Why are we using a portkey when you can just poof?” Narcissa asked.

“Poof? Who can poof?” Analiese asked. “You mean apparate, right?”

“Don’t want to do too much strenuous activity on Ginny’s wedding day.” Blaise said as they all touched the book. “We’re going in five –”

“Strenuous activity on Aunt Ginny?” Analiese asked.

“Three – two –” Blaise kept on.

“Mom’s extra magical,” Amélie winked at her younger cousin and the group of them disappeared.

~.~.~

“What’s the hold up?” Draco hissed as he paced in front of the small gazebo in the back of the Malfoy Manor.

“Relax, mate.” Neville Longbottom chuckled as he sat on one of the chairs in front of them gazebo, balancing a small, little girl on his lap.

“Hippo-griffy, hippo-griffy, hippo-griffy!” The little girl clapped happily; her brown curly locks swishing around her as she shook her head and giggled.

Draco stopped pacing and turned to look at the pair. Mika, Neville and Blaise’s six-year-old adopted daughter. She was an angel; her bright green eyes sparkling. Draco smiled at them; he wondered if Amélie had been that adorable when she was six. He could picture her fiery red hair flowing around her as she ran around, her silvery – gray eyes wide with excitement; even in his thoughts, she was absolutely beautiful. He sighed.

“What’s wrong, Uncle Draco?” Mika’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see both Mika and Neville watching him.

Neville was smiling at him. “Yeah, Uncle Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Daydreaming,” he smiled.

“Well there won’t be any reason to daydream anymore. You’re marrying the woman of your dreams. Be happy.” A voice called.

Draco watched as Jeff CarMichael, The U.S.A Minister and the head of the Organization in North America, headed towards them. He was holding a small, single red rose. He was sat in the front row in the second chair. There were only about a dozen chairs; it was going to be a very small personal wedding.

“That I am,” Draco smiled.

“Seventeen years late,” Neville snorted.

“Better late than never, I like to say.” Draco took a deep breath.

“No you don’t. I haven’t known you long but even I know that. You’re lucky Ginny waited for you.” Colm Kristoff told him as he came from inside the Manor.

Draco glared. He would never like the git. He had been in love with Ginny, his Red; tried to get her to be with him and forget about Draco. At least now Pansy kept the man wrapped around her fingernail. Better that than Draco having to kill the bloke. They weren’t mates but he knew a few people would be upset about Colm’s death; Amélie especially because Colm’s brother, Thomas, was her boyfriend. Just the thought gave Draco a bad taste in his mouth.

Amélie had a boyfriend.

“What are you thinking about?” Neville asked.

“Uncle Draco looks mad, mad, madddd!” Mika giggled.

Draco smirked, “reminding myself an unauthorized mur – marriage” he corrected himself when Neville shot him a glare, “would result in me being locked away from my Red and Amélie forever.”

Colm laughed then looked back at the Manor to see Blaise coming from within, a smile on his lips as Pansy marched behind him with a glare on her face.

“I could kill you!” She hissed.

“Daddyyyyy!” Mika yelled as she jumped off Neville’s lap and rushed towards Blaise.

“Mika!” Blaise smiled widely as he rushed towards her and picked her up, “and, Pansy dear, watch what you say around my daughter or I’ll k-i-l-l you.”

“She’ll be able to spell soon, ho – ow!” Pansy cried out when she walked by Mika and the girl grabbed a strand of her hair and yanked.

The men laughed, “Serves you right.” Blaise chuckled then kissed his daughter. “You’re brilliant, baby.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Mika smiled.