(A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took awhile. I had to write something for work so I was pretty drained. Anyways, I don't know about this chapter. I only left you with one cliffhanger this time haha. And I dunno why I had Ginny get drunk, but I have a cute thing for it later.))

11. Godspeed

They lied when they said the good die young

Stay with me, stay with me tonight

Back in his childhood, Draco Malfoy always heard stories about Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Boy Who Ruined his Family. It was because of that boy that his father stopped truly caring about Draco. Though Draco was only an infant when this happened, his father's mission to restore the Dark Lord took over more and more with each passing year. Yes most of the time it seemed as if his father was in hiding, not searching thoroughly, but of course he had his minions to do the job for him. Yet it was his father's deep obsession with finding either the Dark Lord or Harry Potter that caused Draco to become the cold soul that he was now.

Draco never directly blamed Harry for his cold life. As a child he had his jealousies, obviously, but it wasn't until his second year that Draco simply loathed him. There, in the bookstore, his father paying more attention to the Weasley's and Potter than buying Draco his school books. It had been a public embarrassment to see his father cause so much drama over what seemed to be a stupid journal at the time.

Harry Potter had always been a thief in Draco's mind. The Boy Who lived was also the boy who took everything from him. He took away his father, his school, his life. Though Draco still refused to say it aloud, he blamed everything that had happened in his life from getting his Dark Mark to his parents' ultimate death in Azkaban on Harry Potter.

Except this time, Draco was the thief.

Draco had stolen the one thing that Harry had in his life to keep him warm at night. It was not something Draco planed, falling in love with Ginny Weasley, but he could not deny the emotions inside of him. He no longer felt broken and wounded. She was his miracle.

It was a miracle that Blasie did not flip the table when he found out the news that Harry Potter had tried to kill his fiancé. He stared at Lilith, sure he had heard her wrong. Harry Potter was the one that vanquished the Dark Lord, not the type of man to go about killing people over stupid schoolyard rivalries.

"Pardon me?" Blaise asked for clarification through clenched teeth. His fingernails were digging into the soft wood of Draco's dining room table. Threaten Blaise's own life, he was fine with that, but go after Luna? He was off his hinges and looking for blood so he better have head Lilith correctly before he went after Potter and murdered the bastard.

"Harry Potter is the one behind everything," Lilith repeated, somewhat terrified by the anger flashing through Blaise's eyes.

"Excuse me for a moment, will you ladies?" Blaise asked with his voice strained, he was doing his best to neither start yelling nor going to kill Potter this very instant. The girls nodded and watched as he left the room. They waited in silence a moment before a smile dawned on Luna's face.

"You're in love with Harry?" she smiled. She loved the topic of love.

"I suppose," Lilith's cheeks redden, "but I think he still loves Ginny."

Ginny herself was in love. Her heart was racing s Draco's warm breath lingered on her skin and her body clung to his as she steadied her breathing. It was one thing to feel it, to know he felt the same way by his kiss, but to hear those words come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth? It had slightly stunned her and she almost wanted to check that he was sure, tell him if he had doubts he could take them back because Draco Malfoy does not say I love you to anymore. Hell, Ginny didn't even know if he ever said it to his mum.

Her pause led Draco to pull back from hiding in her neck, his silver eyes staring into her brown ones. She could see in the very irises of his eyes that he was scared, just as much as she was if not more, and she became aware that her grip on his was nowhere near as tight as his on her.

"Draco, I need a word with you," Blaise requested, opening up the door on the two lovers. There was a blinding light behind his dark figure and Ginny released her grip on Draco to shield her eyes as Blaise came into focus.

On the brink of collapsing with fear, Draco shook his head, "not now Blaise." He couldn't wait until later to hear Giny's answer; he had to know now. Draco was not the type to put his heart on the line and he most certainly was not the type to wait for an answer. "Whatever it is it can wait."

"It's Potter, Draco," Blaise said in a harsh tone. He didn't give a bloody hell what was going on in that bathroom. Even if he just caught the two lovers in the act or not, Blaise was usually all his self-control to not apperate to Potter's apartment and beat him senseless.

"Potter?" Draco asked, somewhat shocked, what did he have to do with this? There was a harsh click in his mind and heart that made him look down at Ginny as her legs slipped from around his waist. Her eyes looked down, lost in the thickness of her hair in an air of guilt that caused Draco's moth to become dry.

"Potter was the one behind all this, trying to put you in jail all because of a stupid grudge," Blaise stated boldly. Draco could sense that his best friend was ready to murder, h had seen this happen once or twice before, he had seen the murder even played out, but even still Draco was concerned about Ginny's response.

"Ginny?" Draco asked her for something, anything, her answer. He didn't even need an 'I love you' back right now. If she didn't want to say it in front of Blaise then a small kiss or even a smile would suffice. Instead she slid down off the counter.

"I-um," she looked over to Blaise who was waiting with crossed arms before looking back to Draco's chest, not daring to look at his face, "Thank you."

She slipped away quietly and Draco let her go, watching her fleeting figure. Thank you? Thank you! That was not the answer he had in mind and his entire body shattered with heartbreak. He couldn't help thinking the worse- that she didn't love him- and then even worse- that she was still in love with Potter. Maybe Draco wasn't the thief, but the victim once again.

"Thank you? Luna never thanks me for getting her off," Blaise chuckled slightly at his friend's embarrassment.

Draco looked up with a glaring eye, "I was not getting her off."

Blaise took in Draco's distress, the situation, everything that had happened in the last few months and realized that this had not just been your normal bathroom hook up. Blaise suddenly felt horrible for crashing in, not even knocking, and demanding Draco's presence. He could have waited n hope that Draco did not just receive a Thank you as the response to the three word phrase both the boys hated saying. "Oh, I'm sorry mate. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do I look like a woman to you?" Draco asked sarcastically, but then shook his head, "no don't answer that." He forced a smirk on his lips to lighten the mood; Blaise chucked. "So what's this about Potter?"

Blaise then continued to clue Draco into everything that Lilith had told at the table while Draco was busy giving Ginny mouth-to-mouth. Lilith was to pose as Luna, say that Draco had tried to murder her and she had been in hiding since she was scared for her life. Then, Blaise supposed, Potter would marry her to make her happy or kill her so no one would know the truth. Blaise made an offhanded comment about how he, of course, would kill the girl seeing as it was the smarter thing to do in such a situation. "Sometimes I wonder if you believed in all the crap Voldermort was telling us," Draco questioned, leaning against the bathroom sink. Blaise shrugged; there was nothing he could do about it now.

Same went for Ginny as she walked down the stairs to the dinning room. She immediately wanted to kick herself for such an answer, but she had been freaked out then Blaise's sudden appearance freaked her even more then he mentioned Harry. Merlin, that shook her hard. Harry had been the last man she loved, but her feelings for Draco were nothing like that. Was she in love with Draco? Actually, as she walked down the stairs she realized not only that she was in love with Draco, but that she had never loved Harry. He was a nice guy, but he never treated her like a princess, never respected her, and never let her speak her mind. He just always assumed things. Funny that the man everyone would suspect to assume things, to show her no respect, was the one that gave her the world. She had been living in his house for months for goodness sakes when she could have gotten her own apartment.

Ginny groaned as she entered the dinning room, Lilith and Luna talking about something that made Luna frown. The Lovegoods stopped their talking when Ginny entered the room and flashed her matching frowns when they noticed how devastated Ginny look.

"Ginny, are you alright?" Luna asked.

Honestly? Ginny was close to tears. Blaise or not she should have said it. Who cared if they were keeping things quiet, she didn't want to keep it quiet anymore. She loved Draco Malfoy.

"Luna, what did you say when Blaise told you he loves you?" Ginny asked.

"I said 'I told you so' then kissed him," Luna beamed, then she frowned when Ginny let out another groan of angst and dropped her head on the table.

"I told Harry 'I love you' back," Lilith piped up.

Ginny's head popped up from the table, "Harry? As in Harry Potter? As in you're in love with Harry Potter?"

"Oh I suppose Blaise didn't tell you," Lilith frowned, then shrugged, "Harry and I have been dating for the past six months, at least in secret."

Ginny stared at her incredulously, "if you've been dating Harry for six months that means you were dating him when he proposed to me." Lilith didn't say anything, but her silence was enough confirmation to Ginny that Harry Potter had to be the worst man she ever dated. He had been cheating on her for the last three or four months of their relationship, even when he asked her to marry him. Well, at least it wasn't like those months had been wonderful; they had been something awful actually. Now all Ginny wanted to do was hug Draco and thank him for real this time. Thank him for being wonderful, for telling her everything, and for not treating her like a little girl. And after she told him that she would tell him she loved him. Maybe even show him it too.

"I need a drink, anyone else need one too?" Ginny sighed. The Lovegood girls raised their hands in lament and Ginny got up to go find the vodka in the kitchen. She took a swig from the bottle right away, shuddering as the liquor went down her body, feeling her cheeks heat up red automatically, and then found some glasses and cranberry juice. Yet when she went back into the dinning room with three glasses of vodka and cranberry, all she could say was:

"Shit."

That's exactly what Draco was thinking as Blaise explained the details of Lilith's purpose in all this. Great, he was to go to Azkaban again, if Potter got his way. The thing was, though Draco understood how Potter could have gotten away with this, he didn't really understand why Potter was so determined to put Draco behind bars. Shouldn't Draco want to be the one out for revenge since Potter put his parents behind bars multiple times, because Potter had to have some shit prophecy told about him so Voldermort went on his spiteful rampage to kill a baby, because the girl Draco loved was still in love with Potter.

Okay, Draco didn't now the last one for sure, but he had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. To make matters worse, his mind was churning ever so slightly as well, bringing him to the final resting place that maybe, just maybe, Ginny never loved him all a long. He was the person to kiss her first, the one who let her stay in his home, and the one who said I love you first. What if she just felt safer here since Harry couldn't get to her?

Or what if Potter sent her here? To spy on them?

Oh, Draco felt sick. He was a bloody idiot to not see this coming. How could that have slipped past him? It was exactly what he would have done. Hell, he did do it once! Do you really think Lavender Brown liked Ron Weasley? Please, Draco paid her fifty galleons a week to suck face and keep the idiot best friend's attention on getting poon, not on trying to figure out what Draco was up to his sixth year.

There was a knock on the bathroom door that made Draco jump.

Could this be Potter coming to kill him?

Blaise opened the door to a hiccuping Ginny. Her cheeks were bright red and she seemed to be trying to hold her giggles. Blaise raised her eyebrow and Draco shrugged. He had this effect on women normally, but not ones that say thank you after he poured out his heart. Actually, he never told a woman I love you before so this was rather new to him too.

"Are you drunk Weasley?" Blaise questioned, noticing her holding a glass of cranberry juice.

"No! Merlin why do you always assume everything about me," she huffed.

Blaise reached out and took a sip of the juice, coughing at how strong she poured it. "She'll be tanked in a few minutes at this rate," Blaise told Draco. Draco groaned and leaned back until his head hit the bathroom mirror. This was not his night. First Lilith, then rejection, and now Ginny was so freaked out that she was getting herself drunk? Maybe he should just let Potter come and kill him.

"Hey that's mine!" Ginny whined, reaching out for it, but Blaise poured the glass down the drain instead. She looked at Draco, who was making a legitimate attempt at avoiding looking at her by studying the pattern of the wallpaper. Blaise filled the glass up with water and handed it back to her.

"Drink it," he demanded. She sighed and did as he told. When she was done he took the glass, filled it up again, and held it out once again. "Now why are you on your way to being three sheets past plastered?" Draco glared at Blaise. Wasn't it obvious? He freaked her the shit out and now she was trying to figure out how to run away.

Ginny rolled her eyes, but took the glass again. "I wasn't planning on it. I made us drinks and then I had to drink them all because they were gone."

Blaise froze, "What?"

"Luna and Lilith, they've left."