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Debt Relief, Malfoy Style	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 30907 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Well here we are, we've reached the final chapter...I've had so much fun writing this story and I hope you've had as much fun reading it. Thanks to all of you who favorited and reviewed. You guys ROCK!

"Ginny!" Lucius raised his hand and pounded on the closed bathroom door. "Are you almost done? We're going to be late. What are you doing in there anyway?"

"I look ridiculous." Ginny's voice called back from behind the door. "Whose bloody brilliant idea was it to have a themed Fancy Dress party?"

"Yours and Hermione's." He muttered softly. "What I'd like to know is whose idea was it to combine the Hen and Stag into one party?

"Again, that would be me and Hermione." Ginny called back through the door. "We must have been pissed when we decided all of this. Okay. I'm ready."

"Merlin's beard." Lucius gasped when Ginny stepped from the bathroom.

"You hate the dress?" Ginny sighed heavily.

"Darling, that's not a dress. That's a sequined sensation*."

Ginny glanced down at herself. The theme of the party was "colors" and she was dressed in an acid green sequined slip dress, her hair shortened and transfigured to match.

"How do I look?" Lucius spun around in a small circle, he was dressed all in white. He looked magnificent.

"You know white's not really a color, don't you?" Ginny said, slipping her feet into a pair of acid green sandals. "It's all colors."

"Yes dear and black is the absence of all color, but I'm sure that won't deter Severus. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Ginny sighed, slipping her hand into his. "Let's go."

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"Ginny! Ginny!"

Ginny looked up and glanced around at the sound of her name. The pub looked like the inside of a Skittles** bag, everyone dressed in blues, greens, reds and yellows.

"Ginny." A long arm encased in orange waved to her from over the crowd.

"George! Luna!" She called out as the couple fought their way through the brightly colored crowd.

George was dressed in an orange three piece suit the exact color of his hair, while Luna was head to toe in Candy floss pink, her dress covered in pink feathers.

"This is the best party ever." Luna smiled, hugging Ginny tightly.

"You look amazing." Ginny laughed, brushing away a pink feather that had attached itself to one of the sequins on her dress.

"I have something for you." George said, reaching into his jacket pocket and withdrawing a large white envelope. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

"Sure." Ginny said, leading the couple to a quiet table in the corner. "What's up?"

"Just open it." George grinned, pressing the envelope into her hands.

Curious, Ginny opened the envelope and pulled out several legal looking documents, reading them carefully, a cautious smile lit up her face. "Is this what I think it is?" She asked softly.

"It is." George said, reaching over and pulling his little sister into a crushing bear hug. "Congratulations Ginny."

"I own a business." She grinned happily.

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"Can't you drive any faster?" Ginny glared angrily at Lucius.

"No. I can't." He growled through gritted teeth. "I'm going as fast as the car will allow. Tell me again why we can't just apparate?"

"Hello? Muggles? I've explained that to you a thousand times already." Ginny glanced down at her watch. "We are so late. Hermione is going to kill me. It's all your fault."

"My fault? How is it my fault?"

Ginny turned to glare at him, holding up a finger to list each item. "First, you kept me up too late last night, then you made me oversleep this morning, then you insisted on sharing a shower with me."

"Well I certainly didn't hear you complaining this morning when we were in the shower." Lucius said, an evil grin turning up the corners of his mouth.

"Oh you. Just drive. Hermione is going to kill me."

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"There you are!" Hermione exclaimed as Ginny ran down the hall. "Where have you been? You're so late, I've been in a panic. Do you have your dress?"

Ginny held up the garment bag as Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall. "Well come on. We haven't much time. The house elves are waiting to do your hair and make up. Hello Lucius. No time to talk." Hermione said frantically. "The men are down that way." She waved her hand towards the far end of the hall. "I'm sure you'll find them. Come on Ginny. I can't believe how late you are."

Lucius stood and shook his head in amusement as Hermione shoved Ginny roughly through an open doorway.

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"Okay. You stand here and Luna you're here." Ginny stumbled and nearly fell as Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly into place. "Now where is Lucius?" The brown haired witch asked looking frantically around.

"Over there somewhere." Ginny pointed across the vestibule.

"For the love of Merlin, Ginny." Hermione said, her teeth gritted in anger. "Is it too much to ask for him to stand still for just a few minutes?"

Ginny shrugged her shoulders and tried not to laugh as Hermione stormed across the room and manhandled Lucius in to position next to her.

"Told you she'd be mad." Ginny whispered under her breath. "Now where are you going?" She hissed as Lucius moved away from her.

"I just want to have a quick peek." He said over his shoulder.

"She's going to yell at you again." Ginny called after him.

"Okay, Harry you stand here...where is Lucius?" Hermione demanded, shoving Harry into place next to Luna.

"He said he wanted to have a peek." Ginny shrugged, pointing towards the front of the room. Lucius' face was pressed into the crack of a partially open door leading into the church..

"Oh for fucks sake." Hermione groaned. "Can't you control him?" She glared at Ginny, before stalking over to the tall man and grabbing him forcefully by the arm.

"You. Stay put." She poked him viciously in the chest when he was back in place next to Ginny.

"You're so bossy. Have you always been this bossy? Why have I never noticed? How does Severus put up with it?"

"Lucius." Ginny hissed, reaching down and grabbing his wrist. "Shhhh. Just stand here and behave. It will be over in a few minutes."

"Fine." He growled, shoving his hands deep in his pants pockets. Pursing his lips he began to whistle tunelessly and rock back and forth on his heels.

"Lucius." Ginny hissed, glaring up at him. "Can't you just be still and be quiet for a few minutes?"

"You want to know what I'm thinking?" He said softly.

"I have absolutely no idea." Ginny sighed in exasperation.

"I was just thinking that the next time you and I stand at the back of a Church like this, it will be us getting married."

Ginny stared up at him, her eyes wide with shock and confusion..

"The agreed 10 months of our contract were up yesterday." He sighed. "So we either break up or get married." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a black velvet box. "I for one, don't want to break up, so will you marry me?" He slowly opened the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond solitaire.

Ginny's hands flew up to her face as tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes." She whispered, her voice barely a gasp.

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you." Ginny said, holding out her shaking left hand as the strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" began to play. "Hurry up it's starting.." She waggled her hand at him as he quickly placed the ring on her finger.

"We should probably wait to announce our engagement until after the ceremony." Lucius grinned. "I don't want to steal Severus and Hermione's thunder."

"Good idea." Ginny laughed, linking her arm with his. "Come on, we have to go, it's our turn."

THE END.

*I just love this line from "Sweet November". Even in drag Jason Isaacs is hot, hot, hot.
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