Standing To The Right Chapter 14: Lost Without You, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Fourteen: Lost Without You

I know I can be a little stubborn sometimes
You might say a little righteous and too proud
I just want to find a way to compromise
Cos I believe that we can work things out

I thought I had all the answers, never gave an end
But baby since you've gone I admit that I was wrong

All I know is I'm lost without you I'm not gonna lie
How am I going to be strong without you I need you by my side
If we ever say we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye don't know what I'd do ...I'm
lost without you
I keep trying to find my way but all I know is I'm lost without you
I keep trying to face the day I'm lost without you

How my ever gonna get rid of these blues
Baby I'm so lonely all the time
Everywhere I go I get so confused
You're the only thing that's on my mind

Oh my beds so cold at night and I miss you more each day
Only you can make it right no I'm not too proud to say

If I could only hold you now and make the pain just go away
Can't stop the tears from rolling down my face
Oh

"Wow……."

Ron slumped down on the couch next to Hermione, and joined her in staring aimlessly into the fireplace.

"Yeah" Hermione agreed.

"What a night. Harry's going to be even more famous, Ginny was dating Malfoy. Malfoy's ……dead! I actually can't believe that…don't really want to believe, if you know what I mean…" he murmured.

Hermione reached across and covered his hand with her own and Ron clasped her fingers with his.

"Yeah I know, Ron. It's kinda hard to believe, isn't it?" She replied softly and Ron nodded.

"So, are you and Blaise going to be okay?" he asked after a few minutes.

Hermione sighed deeply.

"You know, I have no idea to be honest. I thought everything was going to be okay but its not." She paused, thoughtfully," isn't it darkly ironic that both Ginny and I said that Draco and Blaise having the dark mark would change nothing for us. And yet it took away everything we promised we'd keep forever. It took away Draco and its trying to take away Blaise."

Ron squeezed her hand a little tighter.

"Well, you know what they say," he grinned, inappropriately for the moment, "love will always triumph over evil!"

"That was so cheesy!" Hermione laughed, as she smacked him with one of the many cushions that adorned the couch.

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"He was going to propose?" Ginny stared blankly at the black haired boy in front of her, and he nodded.

Ginny slipped the ring out of the box and twirled it between her fingers. If things had been different, she'd might have been about to become Mrs. Ginny Malfoy!

Blaise handed her a tissue as she started to cry again.

"I would have said yes, you know" she sniffed, whilst desperately trying to dry her eyes.

Blaise smiled, awkwardly.

"I know," Blaise replied, "and Draco knew. He said it wasn't too soon to ask, because he knew you were meant to be. I think it may have been the sole cheesy comment he ever made."

Ginny laughed flatly.

"Do you think I can…….?" She gestured to the ring.

"Of course, it's yours." Blaise said, whilst Ginny slid the smooth platinum band onto her left ring finger, "that's where it was always meant to be."

Ginny held her hand up in front of her. So this is what it would have felt like to have been with Draco forever.

"You know Blaise," she said suddenly, and he turned to face her once again.

"I had no choice in letting Draco go, but you've got every choice on whether you and Hermione make it or not. Go and make it right."

Blaise stared at her, and then nodded, a smile creeping over his lips.

"Thanks Ginny, Draco was lucky to have you."

The petite red head watched him go, before wiping her eyes for a final time. She slid the ring off her finger, and strung it onto the thin gold chain that hung round her neck, and felt it drop onto her torso, just above her heart. Exactly where it ought to be, she decided sadly.

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"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!"

Hermione and Ron, their cushion fight having developed into a frustrated and lonely make out session, broke apart abruptly, as Blaise's voice roared in their ears.

"Blaise, wait! C'mon we need to talk about this!"

Hermione dashed after Blaise, hastily pulling down her skirt and throwing an angry look at Ron, who appeared less the unhappy with the course of events.

"Blaise! Stop!"

Blaise halted just in front of the castle entrance, and spun round to look at her, arms folded and a sarcastically curious expression on his otherwise calm features.

Hermione faltered for a minute, causing Blaise to smirk.

"Look, I was confused, I was lonely. You haven't looked at me in days! I just needed a bit of comfort that's all."

"A bit! Bloody hell, Hermione, it looked like you were getting a little bit more the a bit!", he spat.

"Listen Blaise! It is not my fault that this potion thing backfired!"

Blaise snorted.

"You do think it is my fault!" Hermione cried, realisation flooding over her," well its not! I didn't ask to you to fall in love me with, did I! You're the one who did that, who finished the potion, who lied to me about its affects! If anyone should be angry it's me!"

Blaise fell very quiet all of a sudden, causing Hermione to feel a wave of guilt spread through her body.

"Your right" he said finally.

"I am?" Hermione was shocked.

"Yes, of course you're sodding well right. You always are!" he groaned, running frustrated hands through his hair.

"its just I cant stand to think of you with anyone else and just thinking of you with Ron………"

His eyes suddenly grew very dark, and an angry expression flooded his features.

"It just makes me so angry to think of him …and you"

Hermione became strangely aware that the lights were flickering and the doors seemed to be rattling on their hinges.

"Blaise……?"

CRASH!

Hermione squealed and threw herself onto the floor, as all of the glass in the window panes in the entrance hall smashed, showering them in glittering shards.

Almost as quickly as it had happened, all was quiet again. Hermione slowly and unsurely got to her feet.

"Blaise, what happened?" she asked in a strangled voice. Blaise was staring warily around him at the damage.

"Hermione, I think I have a problem……."

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"This has happened before?" Hermione repeated, as Blaise filled her in on the strange happenings that occurred when he was angry.

He nodded.

"Ever wonder how Harry managed to escape that night at Godric's hollow?"

Hermione thought back and her mouth parted in an "o" of surprise and insight.

"Well, this kind of power is usually hereditary. Are your parents particularly powerful?" she asked, her bookish side suddenly reappearing.

Blaise shrugged, causing Hermione to frown.

"You don't know? Have they ever done anything like you just did?"

Yet again Blaise looked completely at a loss. Eventually he shrugged and gave in. He'd never told anyone, but Hermione was different.

"Im adopted mione"

"Oh"

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"This is the only photograph of my mother I have. My father apparently died before my birth. He was an early starter in Voldemort's group of followers. They were both only sixteen when I was conceived. That's all I know, from the file I found in my father's desk, before he discovered me looking and destroyed it"

Hermione took the picture from Blaise, as she listened intently to his story.

"Oh good Merlin!" She jumped to her feet, as she looked at the picture.

"What is it?" Blaise asked, curiously, as Hermione waved the photo in front of him.

"Do you know who this is!" She cried.

"Er…..my mother. I thought we established this Hermione. Geez if you're the top student in this school, we can't be doing to well in the magical school intelligence ratings can we!"

Hermione however, had already dashed over to the bookshelf, and was pulling down various dust coated volumes.

"Aha!" she yelped excitedly. She dragged a huge book over to the coffee table and plonked in down in front of Blaise, opening it at a page on dark magic and its creators.

"Recognize anyone?" she probed.

Blaise looked down, at what was clearly a picture of his mother, maybe five years older then in the photo he had of her. He quickly scanned the writing beneath the photo.

Dahlia Vourn was one of the most powerful followers of the dark lord. Her power was immense and used to create some of today's most dangerous curses, including the killing curse. She died whilst trying to protect a magical residence from her master, for unknown reasons. She was rumoured to have created the elixir of life whilst at school, with her partner, teenage genius, Blaise Kendal, who also died at the hand of the dark lord. It is suspected that the elixir was inside the house that the dark lord attempted to attack.

Blaise snorted with laughter and Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"What?" she said, rescanning the text, "wow! She made the elixir of life!"

Blaise laughed again.

"No, she didn't. She had a warped sense of humour."

Hermione frowned at him.

"Listen; when I was five years old our house was attacked by death eaters. It had only been five minutes, when it stopped and one of their own was killed. My mother. Ours was the house in question. And therefore I must be the-"

"Elixir of life!" Hermione finished, and Blaise nodded.

"The elixir of life allows a person to live forever, and so she gave birth to me- with the help of my father – this Blaise Kendal – and therefore kept her family line open. Her bloodline will live forever." He explained, not that Hermione needed it – she was already steps ahead of him.

"She died to protect you right? Therefore, just like Harry, her protection gives you a certain power over Voldemort. That is why your blood worked so well with the potion, and why he wanted to kill you. He obviously knew about your mother's and your connection and was threatened, so he tried to kill you."

Blaise stared at her.

"You got all that from this?" he said incredulously, pointing at the book.

Hermione shrugged.

"Im a highly cynical and dramatic person. Plus; im far too intelligent for you to even contemplate"

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"You got all of that from this?"

Professor Dumbledore seemed just as shocked at their discovery as Blaise.

"Er yes professor" Hermione confirmed.

"What happened to intellect you can't contemplate?" Blaise asked her mockingly out of the corner of his mouth. If Hermione were able to kick him, she would have done. Instead she settled, grudgingly, for glaring at him. It worked just as effectively she found, as Blaise raised his hands in surrender.

"Well Mr. Zabini, this is incredibly informing. We had wondered why the glass in the entrance hall windows was missing."

Blaise shifted uncomfortably in his chair and blushed a little.

"Im sorry?"

"Don't be – horrible colour it was – should never have let Severus pick out the design!" Dumbledore babbled.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Blaise, who shrugged in response.

"Well it seems that you will be needing to learn to control this power of yours. Your mother was a highly powerful witch, a member of lord Voldemort's inner circle and a relation to several highly powerful blood lines including that of Merlin's, the blacks and the daeatas'. All very strong and pin-pricked with dark magic all over the place. You, I do believe, are the end product of several distinguished and illustrious blood ties and magical bonds. That is where your power stems from."

Blaise took in this new information. He was related to Merlin, to the black family and the daeatas – one of the most elusive magical societies in the world.

"I think im going to be sick"

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Several floors away, in the Gryffindor sixth year girl's dormitory, Ginny Weasley uttered those exact same words. And promptly, unlike Blaise, threw up.

"Ginny? Do you want me to get madam Pomfrey?"

One of Ginny's dorm mates, a sweet girl named Ophelia Dawson, held back her hair, whilst expressing her concern for the red heads' well being.

Ginny shook her head.

"It's probably just a bug, Lia. It'll pass"

"Will you be okay for the funeral tomorrow?"

Ginny paled. She had forgotten momentarily about Draco's funeral. She nodded.

"Of course. Ill be there." She replied grimly, before throwing up once again.

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"I heard you weren't feeling well gin?"

Hermione caught up with the younger girl, in the corridor, the next morning, as they walked slowly out of the castle and down the path to the small but beautiful church in Hogsmede. Nearly the entire school was attending the funeral. Draco had been a great head boy, a confident for many Slytherin's and an idol to many younger students.

Not to mention the long stream of weeping girls, who all claimed to have been the love Draco's life.

Ginny felt her jealously ebb away as she clutched the ring inside her robes. She was the one he'd loved. She would have been marrying him if things had been different. He had loved her.

"Yeah, was sick last night that's al. nothing to worry about."

Hermione frowned, placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder, stopping her.

"Ophelia said it's been happening a lot recently. Ginny are you…..?"

Ginny sighed, pulling out of the older girl's grasp.

"I don't know. Maybe. I don't think I want to know to be honest."

"Ginny! Don't be silly! You have to know if it's healthy!"

Ginny shrugged.

"why? It's not as if im going to keep it!"

Hermione stared as the other girl continued her walk to her boyfriend's funeral.

Damn it Hermione. You really screwed that one up!

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"Ron? I need to talk to you?"

Hermione peered round the corner of the quidditch changing rooms after practice one afternoon.

"Oh! Im so sorry!" she yelped, as she caught an eyeful of Ron's rather under dressed frame.

"Mione! Knock first please!" he laughed, pulling a towel around him.

"Now what did you want to say?" he asked.

"Doesn't matter. Ill talk to you later Ron" she said as she made to leave.

"Hermione? Did you want to head into Hogsmede?" Hermione fell backwards into Ron, as the door opened abruptly, revealing Blaise's now angry face.

"What's going on!" he yelled, and Hermione was suddenly aware of her uncompromising position on top of Ron, who's towel was precariously held in place at the moment.

"Nothing!" she squeaked, blushing furiously.

"Yeah right! Just like the last time yeah?" Blaise was in full throttle now. "I thought we worked this out mione?"

Ron suddenly interrupted Blaise.

"Nothing happened! God, you two. Why do you keep doing this to each other! Sometimes you should just trust her" He rounded on Blaise, and then turned to Hermione, "he's doing his best okay, just cut him some slack! Im locking you both in here until you agree on something and stop creating these annoying situations where I am wearing little more then a towel!"

"Weasley! Don't you dare!"

But Ron had already turned the key in the lock.

Blaise stared wildly at Hermione, who smiled suddenly.

"Well at least were alone for a while!" she grinned.

"Hermione, you know I can't – the potion……."

"That is where this comes in!" she said, pulling a gold time turner from beneath her robes with a flourish.

"Is that a time turner?" Blaise asked, taking it from her.

She nodded in glee.

"I've been working on it for some time now. For us. It's set for about two weeks ago. Before you got the mark. I think it'll work……" She explained.

Blaise frowned, "before Draco died as well, you realise?"

Hermione nodded.

"I know and im sorry, but I couldn't think of any other way. Ive missed you so much."

"I know. Me too." He smiled, "okay… let's do this!"

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Two weeks back, and three hours later, Blaise kissed Hermione as he stirred, after their first night together in weeks. He had forgotten how right it felt lying next to her, listening to her breathing. Only this time, they had taken the next step forward.

"I love you"

Hermione stirred and smiled warmly up at the boy lying next to her.

"I love you too"

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"Hey gin"

Ginny gave Harry a brief smile as he fell in line with her, as she stood looking out over the lake.

"How are you? Yesterday was rough…"

"Yeah," she answered softly, "Harry, do you think you could help me?"

Harry peered down at her curiously.

"Of course. What do you need?" he answered kindly.

"I need you to come with me to St. Mungo's this Saturday"

"Your not ill, are you gin?"

Harry's concern made Ginny feel even more of a bitch then she did already.

"No – I have a problem to take care of……"

Harry's realisation swiftly flooded his face.

"Oh Ginny….," he whispered, and she nodded grimly.

"You don't have to, you know. I can help. We could get back together – platonically if you want. I've got enough galleons to support us….." He stopped babbling for a second and looked at Ginny, whose lip was trembling.

"No Harry. Thank you, but I can't do this. Were too young – we have futures mapped out. Did you know that I got accepted for mediwitch training in London? And your about to become a quidditch star! No"

Harry nodded, and then pulled the girl to him, holding her tightly.

"Well, ill be here, no matter what, okay?"

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"Hey, Harry! Where you off to?" Ron came bounding out of his four poster as Harry pulled on his shoes, the next Saturday morning.

"er….nowhere…," Harry lied," photo shot with the quidditch team, nothing major"

Ron watched as his friend disappeared down the stairs. Only Harry potter could call world wide fame nothing major.

As Ron walked down the corridors to the great hall, for breakfast, all he seemed to hear, were whispers about Harry's forthcoming quidditch career.

"I hear he's going to make a million galleons an hour!"

"Do you think he'd sign my broom?"

Don't do this Ron, he thought, as he felt his envy slowly clamber back to the front of his mind. He settled himself at the Gryffindor table and piled some bacon onto his plate.

"That's Harry's best friend. Ron – something……..oh who cares…"

Ron snapped. He was not a nobody! He got up abruptly, his plate clattering to the floor, and charged furiously out of the great hall and back up to his dormitory.

He pulled out a flyer, that he'd preserved in his top drawer and smoothed it out.

International Chess Tournament!

The heading proclaimed and Ron smiled.

Saturday 4th April. 3pm. The Oakwood hall – London. Ron jotted down the relative information, gathered his favourite, albeit rather chipped, chess set, and dashed out of Gryffindor tower.

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"So miss. Weasley. I will be back in ten minutes, if you'd just like to sign all the relevant paperwork for me?"

Ginny nodded, as the kindly nurse smiled and handed her several sheets of paper and a pen.

"Do you have a friend who can take you home?"

Ginny nodded again, sending a silent prayer of thanks to Harry, who was waiting outside.

Once the nurse had left, Ginny rapidly signed the eight pieces of paper and placed them on the bed next to where she sat.

Subconsciously she placed a hand on her stomach. A baby. Her baby. Draco's baby. It would be gone in less then half an hour. Every last shred of Draco would have evaporated from this world.

If things had been different, would she have kept it?

Of course. She and Draco would have been married and this would be their first child. The perfect family.

"Im sorry" she whispered to her still flat stomach.

"Im sorry Draco" she whispered to nowhere in particular.

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"Are you okay?" Harry hugged her as she stepped out of the clinic ten minutes later, fully dressed.

"Of course," she smiled, "both mother and baby are fine"

Harry stared at her.

"Harry, Im gong to have a baby!" she laughed and Harry picked her up and swung her round in elation.

"I knew you wouldn't!" he cried hugging her tightly.

The nurse returned to find an empty bed and several shredded forms lying next to the pillow.

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"Aha! Take that!" Ron cried, enthusiastically as he slammed yet another of his opponents pieces. He manoeuvred his black pieces round the board, into a better position.

He couldn't quite believe this. He was in a final of a chess tournament, totally hammering the world's greatest junior champion, Jin Su-Ho, a mathematical genius from Korea.

"And……… CHECKMATE!"

"What-!" Jin stared as his queen was battered by Ron's bishop.

"Oh my god! I Won! I WON!" Ron punched the air as the huge surrounding crowd cheered for their new victor.

"Yes, Yes YES!"

"Mr. Weasley, Congratulations!"

The head of the international chess association was presenting him with the first prize: One thousand galleons and the biggest, shiniest gold cup Ron had ever seen. And it was his! Not Harry's, or Hermione's or any of his older brother's. His!

"Thank you. Can you have my money transferred into my account? Thanks"

After the arrangements were completed, Ron left the building quietly. He had done what he'd come to do. He'd won. Now he left as he'd come – through the back entrance, away from the crowds.

Harry may have been used to all this attention, but he was not.

"Ron Weasley?" he sped up as he heard a girl's voice calling him. He really didn't like this attention. His envy towards Harry had completely disappeared, and all he felt now was respect.

"Ron? I saw you play. You were okay. But zere's some moves zat you could improve on!"

Ron stopped. He'd just won one of the most important tournaments there was and he could improve?

He turned and his jaw dropped as he came face to face with possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Her dark chocolate hair curled round her shoulders, framing a perfectly pretty face, set with dark almond shaped eyes.

"'ello. Im Jemma Le Marseille, ze French junior champion? I wanted to talk to you about your opening gambit"

Ron closed his mouth, aware that he was staring.

"You want to get a coffee?" his voice coming out high pitched and strangled. Jemma giggled.

"Oui Monsieur"

She linked her arm through Ron's, his eyes still fixed on her, as they walked into London.

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Ginny slowly opened Draco's closet and ran a hand lightly over the shirts and robes that hung there.

Gradually she began to pack them into the boxes, left in his bedroom by Dumbledore, who knew Ginny would have wanted to have this responsibility.

"Hey baby. Look it's your daddy's things. Shall I keep them so you can know him when you grow up, hmmm?"

She kept up this dialogue with her child, as she packed Draco's possessions away. Clothes, his watch, his shoes all went neatly into the boxes. She suppressed a smile as she also packed away his hair gel and after shave, which she breathed in headily. Draco's scent.

Next she sat crossed legged on the floor, pain stakingly placing every single photo of Draco into a huge lather bound album and writing carefully its significance, the time and place underneath each one, so she wouldn't forget.

Once finished, she shrunk everything except the photo album to tiny proportions and stored them in her trunk.

Then she began the task of unpacking.

"Hey baby. Look were going to have our own room – next to aunt Hermione's." she gushed, sentimentally.

"Ginny are you talking to yourself?" Hermione's voice sounded from the doorway.

"Don't be silly. Im talking to my stomach!" she laughed.

"Want a hand?"

"That would be great, thanks"

"No problem, gin"

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A/N:

So………? What do you think? Some heavy stuff going on in that chapter.

Recap? Okay!

Ginny's pregnant and keeping the baby.

Hermione and Blaise are back together, mentally anyway – except for their moment of lust filled time travel.

Ron has finally found his own fame and hates it. However he's also found his own girl and loves it lol.

Blaise has powerful magical skills and his mother was an extremely famous dark and powerful witch. Oh er!

Severus Snape has no taste in décor.

In the next chapter…………

Blaise tries to control his powers……………

More is known about the potion's curse and its cure………

Harry meets his idol……..

And Ginny gets a letter from an old friend…………..

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P.S: I apologize for any traumatic or upsetting memories I may have triggered for any of my readers in this chapter.