Standing To The Right Chapter 11: Just What Love Can Do, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Eleven: Just What Love Can Do

We kill one another for love
Does it have to, does it have to be
That we kill one another of love?
A year after, a year after
We met up by the powers above
If you want to you can wear my love
And it's like you, and it's like me
We've all got eyes but we cannot see
It's a crazy situation
It's a crooked, ended room
It's a mask of information
'Cause he wants her, and she wants me
And we wanna be with the one that we need
And he wants her, and she wants me
And we all wanna be with the one that we need
And he wants what she wants
And I wanna be with the one who thinks I'm her brother

And we kill one another for love
And we grace it so gradually
And we kill one another for love
And we make it, yeah, we make it bleed
And I see we're all looking above
Are you crazy?
What are we thinking of?
And this ain't you
And this ain't me
We all got hands
But we cannot feel.

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"Harry! Wake up!"

Harry bolted upright in his bed as Hermione shook him awake hat morning.

"Wha- ?" all coherency deserting him this early in the morning.

"Its five am mione! Why are you waking me up!" he yelled, lobbing a pillow at her head. She ducked and stuck her tongue out at him childishly.

"Ginny is due home this morning – in about…. Oooh, id say an hour? So……..GET UP!"

Harry checked the date on his calendar and realised that it was indeed the twentieth of January. The date itself was circled heavily in red marker which didn't seem to have helped him remember it, ironically.

Slowly he scrambled out of bed throwing on the nearest jeans and jumper that lay to hand and ran his fingers through his unruly hair.

Why was he nervous? This was Ginny, he told himself firmly. Things were going to go back to the same as they were when she'd left. Nothing had changed.

He made his way down into the common room, where Hermione plied him and Ron with toast and hot chocolate, then busied herself with waking Blaise up, who, Harry learnt, had been allowed to lie in this morning until five thirty! Being Hermione's boyfriend certainly had its perks, he laughed.

They unlikely four were down, standing in the freezing January weather at ten to six, with ten minutes to spare before Ginny and Draco's train arrived.

Blaise had distanced himself from the group and from afar it would seem like he was waiting solely for Draco.

Twelve minutes later, the scarlet engine of the Hogwarts express rolled into Hogsmede station and stopped with a huge sigh of steam and smoke.

"Ginny!" Hermione dashed across the platform and flung her arms round the red headed girl.

"How was it? What did you get up to? Wow – You look different!"

Ginny laughed at the older girls' constant stream of questions and observations. She did indeed look different, thought Harry as he took in the sight of her. More confident, more decisive and she glowed with an aura of complete contentment.

"It was amazing! Loads of things! And I know and I don't know why!" Ginny laughed as she reeled off her answers. It was the kind of laugh she'd had the previous summer, when she had been so relaxed and happy. Harry hadn't realised until now that she had stopped laughing like that. The thing he'd loved most about her had been depleting and he hadn't noticed…..

He shook the thought from his mind, as he stepped forward to hug the petite girl to him. Ginny hugged him back tightly and whispered; "I missed you"

Harry smiled and unwillingly let go of her.

"Here's your bag gin……..I mean weaslette"

Draco hadn't seemed to have noticed the group surrounding Ginny as he dragged her trunk off the train, but he hastily rectified his mistake; not that anyone had noticed in their excitement. Well except for Blaise of course.

Blaise, as a habit, noticed everything and everyone.

"You slept with her didn't you?"

Draco spun round to find himself facing Blaise, who wore a rather excellent impression of Draco's trademark smirk on his face.

"Heya mate" Draco grinned, then pulled Blaise away from the trio and Ginny.

"And….well…….I ….." he grinned in a very un-Malfoy manner.

"Well well, a Malfoy in love! Let me just phone Satan and ask if he needs to borrow a duffel coat and mittens!"

Draco punched Blaise lightly on the shoulder.

"Fuck off Zabini"

How was it, thought Ginny, as she sat down at the Gryffindor table in the great hall for dinner, that the place she most wanted to be, was the only place she couldn't be? It made no sense to her at all.

She searched for Draco's blonde hair in the sea of students and just as she found him, he lifted his head and caught her gaze.

He began to mouth something, she couldn't quite work out. She shrugged and he repeated it. Ginny shook her and laughed, still clueless.

She watched as he wrote something down on a piece of parchment and slyly levitated it in her direction.

Catching it quickly, she ducked it under the table and unfolded it.

I miss you, I love you x

Ginny grinned and blushed prettily. She looked up once again, but Draco had turned away, as if embarrassed at his unusual act of genuineness.

"Ginny?"

Harry's voice infiltrated her thoughts and she glanced up at him.

"Can we talk later?"

Ginny's stomach sunk. She knew that these four words would come and yet she'd hoped that they wouldn't.

In New York, Draco and she had decided that she would break up with Harry. It would be hard but the right thing to do. How naïve it was of her to think she was in love with Harry. That, she now realised, had passed years ago, and yet she was still clinging on to those feelings, because it was the safe option.

Anyway, it was time to let go.

"Yeah sure Harry" she smiled back at him.

"I couldn't do it!" Ginny wailed, as she fell into Draco's open embrace later that night in the heads common room. Hermione and Blaise were out patrolling the corridors so there was no chance of their relationship being witnessed.

Draco held Ginny tightly, a frown seeping across his face.

"He started talking about his parents and how much id supported him and he needed me. And about all the fun we'd had and I couldn't do it! I love Harry so much – I can't hurt him!"

Draco removed his arms from around the distraught girl and stepped back a few steps.

Ginny instantly realised what she'd said.

"Draco, I do love Harry – I care for him a lot, and he's always going to be a part of my life. But just not in the same way….."

She stopped, knowing it was a lost cause.

"Draco. Come and find me when you've gotten over your silly pride and realised how hard this is for me okay?"

And with that she stalked past him and out into the dark corridor.

She reached Dumbledore's office minutes later and found herself sitting in front of the kindly wizard.

"Where's Ginny?"

"She's gone home to the burrow, until Monday morning"

"What!"

Harry seemed completely oblivious to his girlfriends' whereabouts, when Hermione filled him in the following morning, over toast.

"She said she needed some time alone, to think about some things and she said not to worry too much" Hermione added, as Harry gaped at her.

"Harry please shut your mouth, I've already seen that piece of bacon once and I hadn't intended on seeing it again"

Harry clamped his jaw shut and frowned down at his plate.

Ginny stretched luxuriously as she awoke to the familiar and comforting sight of her bedroom. She smiled contentedly as she took in the peeling pink wallpaper, the white furniture and the badly painted portraits of her family, she'd done when she was little, and that still adorned the walls.

"Ginny sweetheart?"

Ginny sat up in bed as she heard her mother's voice drift through the bedroom door.

"Come in mum" she called and the door swung open.

Molly Weasley bustled into Ginny's room, carrying a mug of steaming tea and a plate of toast.

"Here you are Ginny dear. Thought you might like to take it easy this morning. I do miss having you little ones around the house during term time"

Ginny smiled graciously and accepted the breakfast, propping herself up on three incredibly fluffy pillows.

"Now dear, would you like to tell me what's wrong?" molly Weasley seated herself on the edge of Ginny's bed, throwing an expression of deep concern Ginny's way.

Ginny shrugged.

"Nothings wrong mum. Honestly" she said in between sips of tea.

"Well dear, your father and I have been talking and if it means us taking care of a little one, whilst you finish your schooling, then that's perfectly fine. A little Weasley- potter wouldn't be any trouble at all – "

"Mum! Im not pregnant! Seriously this isn't what this is about!" Ginny cut her mothers speech short, blushing heavily.

It wouldn't be a Harry's anyway she thought suddenly.

"Im just having some trouble with Harry that's all"

Molly, did not, as Ginny had expected, look tearful and disbelieving at this statement. Molly loved Harry as a son and had hoped for so long that he and Ginny would get together.

Instead she smiled warmly.

"Ginny, dear. Sometimes relationships we thought would work out, don't. And other times love takes you by surprise and someone you could never have imagined falling in love with, becomes a major part of your life. It's okay to change your mind and if you end up hurting someone then it's terrible. But you must do what's right for you, hmmm?"

Molly smiled down at her only daughter, who looked like she could cry at any second.

"I know you and Harry had some good times, but I think this new guy of yours makes you so much happier"

She left, leaving Ginny wondering how her mother could tell.

Ginny had never felt quite as calm as she did now she was back home. She loved Hogwarts dearly, but all this peace and quiet, away from her problems, was bliss.

She had spent the morning sauntering down the tiny cobbled high street of Ottery St. Catchpole, the winter sun in her eyes. She thought of Harry and then her thoughts drifted to Draco. In New York, she'd seen such a different side to him. He was witty and smart. Kind and curious. They had had so much fun together, that Ginny hadn't expected.

It was ridiculous she decided how she was willing to be with someone who in a few months would become a death eater. Would kill innocent people and serve the darkest wizard since Grindlewald.

She stopped in front of the Ottery St. catchpole tailor shop and pushed open the door. She needed new dress robes for the end of term formal. All of her previous dresses had been gold or red in honour of her house.

"Okay Ginny, time to make a stand", she thought as she pushed open the door to the shop.

"Blaise, you don't have to do this you know!"

Hermione was close to tears of exasperation and frustration, as her boyfriend refused to listen to her. Blaise was now dead set on using his blood in order to finish the protection potion, so that Harry could drink it.

"Hermione let the man think!" Ron cried at the hysterical girl.

"There's not any danger to him is there?" Ron asked Blaise and Blaise shook his head.

"None at all" he lied quietly.

In truth the potion would link him to Voldemort's demise if Harry succeeded with the potion. Once Blaise was mark with the dark mark, Voldemort would know in an instant that Blaise had betrayed him. There certain punishments for this kind of betrayal he was sure.

"I might go and see Dumbledore quickly" he excused himself, feeling ever so slightly sick, and backed out of the library.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor DUMBLEDORE!" Finding that he didn't have the foggiest what the office's password was, Blaise found himself banging on the gargoyles smooth head in frustration.

"Yes?"

Blaise Shrieked girlishly as the headmasters' voice answered him from behind. Desperately attempting to recover some of his dignity, he leant back coolly against the gargoyle and folded his arms.

"Hey professor"

"Butterscotch bees"

Oomph!

Blaise fell backwards onto the stone floor as the gargoyle sprang aside, opening the office archway.

Dumbledore stepped neatly round him and proceeded up the spiral staircase.

"Follow me, master Zabini"

Blaise stood and followed, rubbing the back of his head, a scowl falling over his face.

"Professor Dumbledore, I was wondering what the –"

"The effects of mixing the dark mark with the potion you and miss granger made would be?"

"Well… yes"

Dumbledore gestured for Blaise to sit. Blaise sat. He watched as Dumbledore paced his office for a few minutes, and then jolted one finger into the air as if he'd suddenly remembered what he was trying to.

He crossed the office to a dusty bookshelf right at the back of the room, and pulled down a pile of yellowing papers.

"Ah yes…."

Blaise raised his eyebrows at the elderly wizard. This was not quite what he'd expected from the greatest wizard of all time. Ah yes?

Dumbledore replaced the papers and settled down at his desk, facing Blaise.

"Mr. Zabini, may I ask what has prompted you to use your blood as the potions sealant?"

Blaise shrugged.

"Harry needs protecting I guess so…. The right thing? I never really thought I was death eater material? Maybe the fact that – "

"No Mr. Zabini – the real reason you offered if you please"

Blaise held the professor eye for a second and then looked down at his hands that lay still in his lap.

"Hermione"

"Indeed master Zabini. The potion is the sip of the soul potion and therefore Hermione is the part of the soul you are putting into the potion am I right? As she is your reason"

Blaise nodded.

"I guess so…."

"Mr. Zabini – if you give something to someone else, do you still have it?"

"Er no sir?"

"Then that is your answer"

Blaise sat in silence. So in order to help protect Harry an indirectly everybody that Harry would protect, he would have to lose Hermione?

"She won't……. She's not going to…?"

"No harm will come to her Blaise" Dumbledore spoke in the kindest voice Blaise had ever heard him use. It was the voice, he suspected, used only for Harry.

Blaise nodded and got up to leave. He was nearly to the office door, when Dumbledore spoke again.

"It is not easy to give up the one thing that makes us want to live. But it will become easier when you see how many people live because of it"

Blaise slipped out of the door without a word, giving the gargoyle a hefty kick as he went.

A/N: Short chapter I know! Sorry! I just needed to tie up some loose ends and dilemmas before we take a grittier and more complex turn of events.

Hope you liked the new obstacles I threw up?

As always – Reviews are what keeps blaisikins and Hermione kissing! Harry in turmoil! Draco and Ginny at blows! And keeps Dumbledore in his special shampoo! Lol