Standing To The Right Chapter 13: Just One More Day With You, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Thirteen: One more Day With You

It's sad but true,
I'd rather be with you.

it will be only you and me
before too long.

So little time so much to do,
I rather spend my days with you,
So little time so much to do,
I'd like to spend one day with you,
And if that day is not enough,
Maybe we can stay in touch,
But I'm not making plans for tomorrow,
For tomorrow never comes.

"Have you seen him today?"

Harry shook his head as Hermione burst through the Gryffindor portrait hole, her question on the tip of her tongue.

She bit her lip in concern and began to pace the floor space in front of the fireplace.

"Mione, just sit down and lets discuss this rationally" Harry suggested calmly. Hermione threw him an evil look.

"Im going to go see him!" she declared finally, after a little more pacing just to piss off Harry.

"Hermione……"

Harry's warning fell on deaf ears as she sped past him and in the direction of the dungeons.

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"Blaise?"

Hermione called her boyfriend's name as she slowly edged into his private dorm room.

He lay outstretched on his bed, staring up at the four poster's canopy, eyes wide open, but not moving a muscle. She suspected he had been like this since he'd returned.

"Blaise? Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" She ventured tentatively, knowing just how explosive his temper could be.

She watched as he lay there a little longer, his dark hair falling softly across his ale, tired face.

"Not really," he replied finally, a cold tone in his voice. "What I really want to do is to hold you and to put my arms around you, but I can't."

Hermione wrinkled her brow in confusion.

"Don't be silly, of course you can," she said, moving towards him. "Nothings changed, just because of the mark you know."

He lowered his huge cobalt eyes to her face, and she could suddenly see that they were rimmed with red.

She stepped closer still, then was suddenly thrown backwards forcefully.

"Blaise? What was that," Her voice came out high pitched and extremely frightened.

Blaise slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, and gazed at her scared face miserably.

"The potion, I used my blood because of you, because you were Harry's friend and I loved you." He started, stammering slightly, "the dark mark sees me as a traitor, so it has taken away the one thing that made me betray it – you."

Hermione stood limply in the corner of the room.

"So, I can't touch you….cant come near you?" she whispered finally, her voice breaking and Blaise nodded.

"I think you should go Hermione. You had a shock," he spoke the words not unkindly, but with a firm tone, and she seemed to visibly pull herself together.

"Okay," she agreed, "but this isn't it, you know, I still love you, this isn't going to change that"

Blaise watched her leave the room and as soon as the door had banged shut, he collapsed in exhaustion on his bed.

"You're kidding me!"

Hermione had just finished repeating what had happened with her and Blaise to Ron, Harry and Ginny. The four were sat down by the lake, basking in the spring sunshine, watching as Hagrid, in the far distance attempted to teach fang, his dog, to play catch. It wasn't working.

Harry gaped at Hermione.

"Seriously? You can't even go near him?" he probed and she nodded sadly.

Harry ran a distracted hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

"God, 'mione. I am so so sorry…," he muttered as if angry with himself.

Hermione shrugged.

"It's not your fault, you weren't to know," she soothed his worries, "I do intend to do something about it you realise"

Ron grinned, "Ah! There's the Hermione we all know and love! So how you gonna fix this one then?"

The morning of the quidditch association audition had finally arrived. The conditions were perfect; gentle breezes, not too much sun, solid ground for a good clean kick off.

Harry noted all of this with a knot in his stomach. If he screwed up, there would be nothing to take the blame except his lack of talent.

The Raven claw team poured onto the pitch looking excited and beamed and waved at Harry as they passed him and his team.

Dumbledore had decided that a friendly match against the Raven claws; the team least likely to cheat that were still a challenge for the Gryffindor's; would be the best way to show the scouts just what Harry could do.

Just treat it like a normal match.

That's what everyone had been saying to him for the past week, but it wasn't a normal match. His career could depend on it!

He breathed in deeply for a few minutes, to steady himself, and then mounted his broom.

"Okay guys," he called over his shoulder at his expertly put together team.

Ron was his keeper, dean and Seamus got the role of the beaters and had a lot of strength between them. Ginny made up a third of the chasers; the other two positions being filled by two of Harry's greatest finds. Sandra Chiswick, a burly fifth year girl, who flew like a bullet, and Catherine Goaten, a stunning sixth year, who had originally charmed her way onto the team, but who later turned out to be a fantastic flyer. If a little slutty…….

The team looked up at him in anticipation of one of his incredible pep talks.

Harry shrugged, grinned and then simply said four words.

"Don't fuck this up"

The team chuckled and followed Harry round the pitch before taking their places, awaiting madam hooch's whistle.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

The balls were released and Harry darted forward after the snitch.

Meanwhile Catherine had already woven her way through the Raven claw defence and scored, winking at one of the younger male judges as she did so. He blushed.

Ron, Harry noticed was defending the quaffle left, right and centre a look of insane concentration on his face.

Suddenly they scored twice more, Ginny and Catherine had done it again!

Harry grinned, then remembered why he was up here, floating around on a piece of wood.

Snitch! He thought over and over again in his head.

Then he spotted it, a glint of gold and white feathers out of the corner of his eye.

The Raven claw seeker was already diving for it.

Bugger it! He cursed, dropping into a dive.

He was gaining, gaining…. No actually……..he was going to crash.

The snitch was hovering just a inch above the ground. He would have to crash to get it surely.

The Raven claw seeker had had the same thought apparently as he looked desperately in Harry's direction. At a bout three metres above the ground, he pulled up, wobbling from the force of having dived from seventy feet.

Harry however spun his broom in midair, so the tail of it just brushed the floor and then flicked the snitch into the air with the broom tail, catching it easily as it spiralled past his head.

"YES!" Ron yelled, zooming towards his mate and hugging him. The rest of the team joining in shortly after. Harry beamed. They had won!

He glanced over at the judges who were all conferring deeply, and suddenly became very worried. However they soon hurried over and the team dispersed.

"Mr. Potter! How wonderful to meet you!" a man with a bushy moustache shook his hand exuberantly.

"I am Bert Ingles. Can I say what a pleasure it was to see such determination in such a young player! Shall we retire to a more formal setting sir?"

Harry nodded and followed Bert through the castle to Dumbledore's office.

"Hello Harry. Good match?" the headmaster greeted Harry and poured him a cup of tea.

Bert Ingles and his two companions seated themselves opposite Dumbledore and Harry, smiling excitedly.

"Well well well Dumbledore, where have you been hiding him all these years?" Bert seemed ecstatic with Harry's performance.

"This is Julie-Anne Grey and Dillon Montague, the owners of the Montague Hawks quidditch team"

Harry knew them to be the best team in England.

"And Dillon here is also the coach and manager of the English quidditch team, alongside myself."

Okay, im sat opposite the three most influential people in quidditch, thought Harry, suddenly nervous again.

"Harry, we were very impressed," Dillon spoke now, in a soft London drawl, "we'd very much like to offer you a position on our team."

"Really?" Harry stammered, incoherently.

Dillon nodded furiously.

"Yes. Now our seeker, Fred Kingsly is retiring at the end of the season, would you perhaps be willing to take over from him?"

Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"I thought id just be a reserve or something…." He murmured in astonishment.

Dillon smiled, "well Harry the job is yours in September, if you want it?"

Harry sat there stunned into silence. He had dreamed of becoming a professional seeker, and now it was being handed to him on a plate. A platinum edged, ruby encrusted plate actually he mused in amusement.

"Thank you," he said finally, "I would love to join your team."

"Harry? Harry! What happened? What did they offer you? Are you a reserve?"

Harry shook his head at Hermione's questions.

"Not exactly…" he muttered, then smiled up at their curious faces.

"As of the end of the season, im going to be the Montague Hawk's new seeker!"

That was when he fainted.

"Ginny? Ginny! Guess what!" Hermione dashed into Ginny's dormitory, to find the younger girl.

She was lying motionless on her bed.

"Harry's going to be a professional seeker!"

Ginny didn't say anything and Hermione was suddenly very aware that she was lying very still, seemingly staring into space.

"Ginny?" Hermione's voice was softer now, full of concern as she moved to perch on the bed beside Ginny.

"He's dead." The younger girl squeaked through her silent tears, which were rolling uncontrollably down her face.

"Who's dead sweetie?" Hermione asked.

"He's dead. Draco's dead!" She wailed, a fresh tidal wave of tears cascading down her cheeks.

"How could you not know?" Blaise asked Hermione, who was still recovering from the fact that Ginny and Draco had been dating.

"They were inseparable. They started dating officially during the trip to New York and have been together ever since."

Blaise it seemed had been the only one to know about Ginny's illicit affair, and so it was he who now filled her, Harry and Ron in.

Ginny had disappeared after dinner, still in complete distress, her cheeks continually soaked with tears. The Slytherin's had been incredibly subdued at dinner ,as had the teachers.

Hermione picked uninterestedly at her food.

"Maybe I should go and find her?" she offered, not knowing what she'd say if she did.

Blaise shook his head.

"I'll go", he left them staring after his rewtreating frame, wondering how so much could have happened in so little time.

"Ginny?"

Ginny had been sat on Draco's bed in the heads dormitory when Blaise entered.

She glanced up at him hollowly and Blaise went to her, wrapping his arms around her and letting her cry.

"Why?" She sobbed into his collar and Blaise shrugged.

"Merlin knows! It's not fair I know" he replied angrily. Draco had been his best friend, his only true friend. And now he was gone.

Presently, Blaise stood up and crossed the bedroom to Draco's wardrobe. Seeing all of Draco's clothes made Ginny cry again, but Blaise reached inside and pulled out a small wooden box.

He took a key from around his neck and opened the box's lid.

He sat down next to Ginny and placed the box on the bed.

"This was Draco's most prized possession. It contains his most precious belongings."

Ginny pulled out a couple of pictures of Draco as a child, with his parents. Looking happier then ever.

"These were his mother's" Blaise commentated as he pulled out a pair of tatty silk gloves.

"From her wedding day" he added, and Ginny took them, admiring the intricate design. It had been three years since his mother had died at the hands of her own husband and Draco's father. Ginny didn't think Draco would have ever forgiven his father for that.

They sifted through his birth certificate, several tiny intricate trinkets, a watch belonging to his grandfather and a piece of folded up parchment which Blaise grabbed suddenly.

"Sweet Merlin! I didn't think he'd kept this….." he murmured and Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. Blaise smiled sadly.

"We wrote this when we were kids, in our first year. It was a list of everything we wanted to do by the time we left Hogwarts."

He unfolded the parchment and scanned it for a second.

Ginny placed a hand on his arm.

"I think you should take this box. He was your best friend."

Blaise shook his head.

"No. I just want this" he said indicating to the letter in his hand and Ginny nodded.

"Aha! This is what I was looking for" Blaise pulled out a tiny velvet box from the corner of the larger box.

He handed it to Ginny, who opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen.

"This is beautiful, whose is it?" she asked in awe.

Blaise smiled.

"Its yours." he replied. And Ginny stared up at him in confusion.

"Mine?"

"Yes – Draco was going to ask you to marry him."

A/N: HAHAHAHA! Nearly got ya! You all thought it was ginny who'd died! Oh poor drakie! What shall we do!

Recap anyone?

Harry's gonna be famous!

Hermione's a little bit dimm when it comes to secret love affairs.

Draco's well...dead... :(

Ginny's in tears.

Blaise and hermione can't be near each other due to some pesky potion and a rather icky tattoo - bad voldy!

Draco was gonna ask our favorite red head to marry him - no not ron ... ewwww - but then he poppd his clogs - how inconvient can that blonde sex god get? huh?

READ AND REVIEW! OR I WILL SET THE GHOST OF DRACO ON YOU! i killed him, i control him! HEEHEEHEE!

I think i need a therapist...