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"Ginny!"

She tried to ignore him as he called her name desperately, but her legs refused to carry her away from the sound of his voice. For a moment, she stood silhouetted against the eerily flickering fire, the heat burning her cheek, and then she whirled about and fell in to his arms sobbing.

"I've got you, I've got you," His tears were seeping through her hair as she pressed herself to him, her face against his shoulder. A shaking hand stroked her hair, and she took great gulps of air, gasping and crying.

He could feel her shaking, trembling in his arms, and her flame coloured hair smelt of smoke. Her heart beat had accelerated dangerously, and he took her face in both hands and stared into her red rimmed, tear filled eyes.

"Look at me, Ginny!"

She swallowed several times, eyes flickering like a trapped animal, until they settled on him. She stared at Blaise as she breathed again and again.

He tucked her head against his chest as he whispered to her, "I can't let you do this alone,"

She didn't retort, as she had expected her too. Instead she looked behind her past the hungry fire, to where Malfoy was emerging from the smoke.

"Blaise!" He screamed, running towards them with blood smeared across his robes. "Blaise, why is she not dead? I had to torture Crabbe because he nearly hurt Hermione, Blaise, you could stop all of this!"

"I have never understood you Malfoy,"

"The Dark Lord is on his way you bastard! He's going to be any second soon, and she is not dead. WHY HAVENT YOU KILLED THE WEASLEY BITCH?"

The smoke that swirled about them entered Blaise's mind, as the insult set his very blood alight. Yelling an unintelligible word he threw himself at Draco, closing the distance between them in a remarkably short amount of time.

Malfoy stood there, wand forgotten as Blaise hurtled towards him. They collided with a loud crack, falling to the floor as each struggled for the upper hand. Blaise snatched Malfoy's wand, snapping it in front of his disbelieving face, and tossing it in to the ever advancing fire.

Malfoy screamed at him, words Blaise could not decipher as he was punched repeatedly in the face. Wiping away the blood that poured from his nose, Blaise stood upright and kicked Malfoy in the face, before bending down and looking him in the eye.

"You are the biggest fool I ever met," He hissed at him.

"Ha! At least the attack can end now," Malfoy sneered crookedly up at him.

"What?"

"Look behind you,"

Blaise spun and was just in time to see Ginny at the very edge of the fire once more.

"No!" He sprinted the length of the corridor, leaving Malfoy to fend for himself. Reaching her, he lept forward and grabbing her hand, pulled her backwards.

The tears had gone from Ginny Weasleys face, to be replaced by a calm focus. She gently loosened his grip, smiling wistfully as she said, "This has to be done,"

"I'm coming with you,"

She nearly started crying again, but visibly steeled herself.

"I love you Ginny," He kissed her fiercely, filled with urgency.

"I love you too," She whispered, as they pulled apart. She looked into his clear blue eyes, "Death is the greatest adventure," She tucked a loose strand of hair behind one ear.

They turned as one, hand in hand and walked towards the fire slowly. At the fringes she stopped, biting her lip.

"Please, Blaise, don't look at me once we are in there,"

"Why?"

"I don't want you to see me burn," The tears spilled not from her eyes, but from his as he nodded dumbly.

"We have all the time in the world, once we meet again in heaven," She kissed each one away, the salt lingering on her lips.

"I love you,"

"I love you more,"

Down the corridor, Malfoy staggered upright to stare in horror as the pair walked in to the roaring flames.

He ran after them, even pushing one shaking hand into the inferno in the vain hope of reaching a hand to pull to safety.

He knelt on the hot stone as he wept unashamedly, calling out again and again.

They had gone.