I don't own it...yet. Nah, just kidding. Don't own it, ever.

AN: Oh my gawd, y'all are whiny bitches, aren't you? I leave one little accidental cliffhanger and suddenly you're all pawin' all over me, with your "Waaah! Update more! Update soooon! I can't take it!!!!"

I have to admit, I love it. (The noise, the noise, I live for the noise!) So here's part three of the final revelation. (Counting from chapter 27, with Lucius' story. The next chapter will contain Blaise's good stuff, making it a four part arc. Sort of.) I stayed up past my bedtime just to write this shit, so you guys better be grateful.

Blaise barely registered that the front door had opened before Ginny was on him.

It was rather like a gnat being at one's ear. Annoying, more than anything else. He could hear her, and see her, but he couldn't really feel anything, although she was trying her best to tear him limb from limb.

Well, he supposed that answered his question of what she was doing over at Granger's, which was finding out about himself, obviously.

"You fucking bastard! I hate you! How could you ever- you should be dead, I wish you were dead-"

Blaise managed to get the upper hand over her madly flailing limbs and fists finally and coshed her upside the head. She stumbled back from him, holding her head, her eyes wide, and stared at him.

"I hate-" she began and Blaise cut her off, rubbing at the spots she'd landed her blows. They didn't hurt, but they were a little sore. Like being pinched.

"Yeah, I hate you too, Weasley," he spat back and Ginny's face turned pink, then red, then went pale again. He watched her warily and realized that her cheeks were tear stained, eyes red-rimmed. She'd clearly been crying for half the morning.

He felt maybe a little bad about that. And then she attacked him again, pulled her wand, began yelling finite incantatems at him. That was when he realized she really did mean business; and if she removed many more wards, he'd be a sitting duck.

"Oy, Weasley, you can't-"

"Oh, I can't? Just like you couldn't help us back then because you were Imperioused, boo-hoo?"

Blaise continued to edge away. "I was Imperioused, Weasley! I couldn't help-"

"You weren't!" Ginny screamed at him, but he'd captured her attention enough that she'd stopped undoing the wards. "You were only their errand boy," she spat at him. "Their scavenger. You could have told the Malfoys, gone to the aurors anytime! I know now." Tears were streaming down her face again- tears of rage, and Zabini did not miss the distinction. He felt something- was this the guilt finally tugging at him? The pain he'd known all that time ago, wondering what he could do for them, if he should do anything?

He took too long to respond, to parry her attack and she raised her wand again.

"I know now, just like you knew back then. And you did nothing. And would've kept doing nothing, you fucking bastard. Two weeks!" she howled. "Two weeks more of that hell-"

"What was two more weeks when you'd already been there months?" he shot back and knew immediately it was the wrong things to say. His face fell, eyes went wide as he watched Ginny process what he'd said. Finally, her face broke into an awful, disbelieving smile.

"Are you really that stupid? That you'd say something like that?" She advanced on him slowly and he continued to back away. But to his benefit, she was so angry, so out of her mind that she'd practically forgotten the wand in her hand. That, or she was just toying with him, trying to make him suffer hope before she sprang upon him and ended it all.

"I didn't-" he tried to speak and quickly found a silencio being cast at him. So, she knew the wand was in her hand. She leveled it at him again and there was a pause, as if the entire apartment was holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.

But she'd misjudged his level of terror and instinct for self-preservation, because the crucio hit his bedroom door just as it closed, just as he dashed inside for his life. Ginny tried the handle. It was stuck. She pounded on the door uselessly, knowing that the failsafe wards Harry had cast must've set in once she'd started removing the others.

"Zabini!" she yelled anyway. "You can't hide in there! I'll get you- you better be jumping out the window now and saving me the fucking trouble, you bloody coward! You fucking, bloody-" She gasped and her beating of the door grew suddenly weaker as the adrenaline left her system. "Fucking, bloody-"

Sobbing uncontrollably, Ginny pushed herself away from his door and immediately blew up several pieces of her furniture, flicking her wand at them one at a time.

"I hate you!" she groaned, sinking to her knees in the debris of the small living room. "I hate you, you bloody bastard- I hate- you…"

Her voice trailed off and was covered by her sobs as she bent over at the waist; crawling on the floor in her grief, and misery; and feeling as if all dignity had been lost long ago.

Hermione and Draco reappeared, after an extremely rough ride, in an alleyway that was unfamiliar to himself. They collided into one another upon arriving and then into the nearby wall and Draco landed on top of Hermione, trapping her against said wall. He felt all the breath leave him and heard a similar grunt coming from Hermione.

"Bloody hell," he murmured and then quickly stepped away from Hermione, who promptly slid down the wall and landed in a heap without his support. She coughed some, then rubbed her eyes and peered up at Draco, who was checking himself for splinching.

"I seem to be all here," he muttered and Hermione raised an eyebrow- ah, that was good. She still had them both.

"Really? I think you're missing something," she said and he immediately whirled around and knelt beside her.

"What? What is it? Is there blood- am I bleeding?"

"No, but I think you lost something right…inside…here," she finished, poking at his forehead. He glared at her, then grinned and rubbed the spot she'd poked.

"Thanks, think they'll have trouble putting it back?" he said snidely a moment later and was rewarded with a tired smile.

"Oh, I think they'll be able to manage something. You may have lost some of your charm, though."

He rolled his eyes, then stood and helped Hermione up. "That's alright. I can grow more charm any day. It's much harder to grow back such a perfect face, though."

Hermione smacked him and checked herself. She turned around for Draco.

"I'm all here," she said and he nodded. They were both all there, although he felt like he had a splitting headache and Hermione looked a little green around the edges.

"You are," he replied. "So am I."

"We're both all here," she affirmed and he nodded again.

"That's what I just-"

"Draco," she said slowly, "I haven't done that in eight years. And we're both all here."

And then her knees gave out. He caught her and helped her stand again.

"Whoa, are you going to be alright?"

"I…I think so," she said, feeling at her forehead. "Let's just get to Ginny's. I'm not sure exactly where we are right now."

"Do you need to rest?"

"No," she replied. "I'll live. We need to-" She paused, the green color now accompanied by a sudden sheen of sweat. Hermione tried again. "Ginny-"

And she fainted. He caught her again and then slowly knelt, lowering her back to the ground as well, then began waving at her face and calling her name softly.

Draco really, really, hoped she hadn't splinched any internal organs; because if she wasn't sure where they were, he doubly wasn't sure; and he had no way of getting them any help.

Harry didn't bother apparating to an alley, or the garden behind Ginny's building. No, in his fear he went directly to the landing outside her door. He knew something was the matter inside as soon as he lifted a hand to knock; could feel that multiple wards had been broken and that his own fail-safes had kicked in, as they should've. Well, that was one good thing- his spell work had held up. And it also let him know that she was there, had been there. He knocked a little louder when he didn't get an immediate response.

"Ginny?" he called again. Still nothing. His heart was beating madly. He didn't know what had set her off; but if she was in a temper and Zabini was in there with her; and on top of it, someone had been messing with the wards, well. He wasn't Head Auror for nothing. He did have a brain. He pounded a little harder and finally, faintly, he could hear something: crying.

Pulling his wand, he unlocked the door the old-fashioned way- with some lock picking spells only the aurors knew- and then started to push the door open. Except it wouldn't quite move. Something was blocking its path. He shoved a bit harder and finally squeezed inside. He looked behind the door and found there was part of an armchair wedged against it. He frowned.

Harry lifted his head and scanned the rest of the interior; found more destroyed furniture. Then his eyes landed on the redheaded witch huddled in the middle of the mess.

"Ginny," he said and rushed over to her, knelt down, and began checking her over with his wand. She continued to sob quietly throughout the procedure, never saying a word. When he tried to take her by the arms and lift her, she finally showed more life and started to shake her head.

"No, no," she mumbled and tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

"Ginny, what's the matter? What happened here?"

She finally lifted her face to his. "Harry, I…" But she closed her eyes again and then curled up against him, still crying, and wrapped her arms about his waist.

Harry thought his heart was going to break all over. It was just like the night they'd come back. Just like that night…he put his arms around her and held her tightly. He'd get nothing from her when she was like this; not until she was ready to talk. And until then, she needed for him to simply be there, and be accepting. Somewhere in the back of his mind the fact that he should check for Zabini registered, but it seemed wholly unimportant in the face of the needs of the woman he loved.

With her firmly in his arms, he rested his cheek on top of her head and waited.

Back in the alley, Draco finally saw Hermione's lids flicker again. He patted her cheek.

"Hermione! Wake up! Come on, we have to get to Ginny, remember?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowed, attempted to sit up- fell back against Draco again. To say he was worried was an understatement.

"Hermione? Are you-"

"I'm here," she said. "I'm alive. I just felt like a sledgehammer has been taken to my cranium, all of the sudden-"

"What's a sledgehammer-"

"Big and dangerous. Cracks rocks."

"Ah. My head is pounding, too," he replied. "But that's nothing new, really."

Hermione squinted at him strangely. "You have headaches often?"

"Stress, I think," he replied. "It's hard to tell."

"You should have said something," she chastised him suddenly. "I could have given you something for the pain, or maybe tried a massage-" She winced and put a hand to her temple. Draco pretended he wasn't just turned on that she'd offered to give him a massage.

"While you were out," he said, "I think I may have figured out where we are."

"Really?" Hermione asked and took both hands to her temples.

"Yes. I think we're near Sirius'."

Hermione's eyes went wide. "That would make…sense," she said finally. "I haven't done that in so long, and of course the last place I came to in London was his place- and that's where you'd been, too." She looked satisfied. "Well, that solves that problem. Except if that's the case, we're still twenty minutes from Ginny's, by tube, at least."

"Tube? Oh, the underground," Draco said comprehendingly. "I took it a few times when we were on the run. Fascinating," he added and was immediately sorry he'd said so for the look of utter amusement Hermione gave him.

"If you knew how much you sounded like Arthur Weasley just then," she began and he growled.

"Stop right there, Hermione."

She zipped her lips but continued to look smug as they walked along the sidewalk together. She paused before a particular house and Draco glanced up with her.

"Yeah, that's the spot," he said. Hermione nodded up at the sign that stated they'd arrived at Black's House for Men.

"Shall we?" she asked and then started slowly up the front steps. Draco hung back, suddenly confused.

"What? Where are you-"

Hermione paused and looked back down at him. "I don't have the energy to get to Ginny's, Draco," she said. "Not to mention no money or tube fare. I should have thought this through better, but there it is. So if we want help, this is where we have to go."

"I…" His voice trailed off and he started to look very nervous. "Do I have to go inside with you?"

Hermione tilted her head. "Yes, Draco. You do. I can't leave you out here, even if I wanted to. It's part of the wards on you. If you're off my property, you have to be in my company." Her expression softened. "I'm sorry."

Draco shook his head quickly and then jogged up the steps to stand beside her. He reached for the front door, held it open.

"It's not your fault," he said, though the position brought home to him just how inequal their positions were. Society treated him like half a man; how would she ever see him as more than that?

Stop being foolish, he told himself as he followed Hermione into the dim entry hall. There's nothing there to worry over, anyway. Like either of you could ever love the other. Like she could ever love someone else, in the first place.

Shaking his head again, he started up the inner staircase after her, scoffing at himself. Actually, once he thought about it, love had absolutely nothing to do with either of their positions at the moment.

And if he was smart, it would stay that way.

A fly buzzed about Lucius and he swatted at it, his expression grim. It had been close to an hour and still, no word. He began to worry in earnest.

AN: Poor Lucius. LOL