Some of you are going to HATE me when you've finished reading this chapter. But keep in mind; it took me ages to write so I must get a little credit for that right??

This is the alternate ending, which means this is the last EVER chapter of this fic : -(

On the other hand, the first chapter of "What's mine is mine," Is now up, so if anybody reading this has a spare moment, please give it a read.

Please R and R ^^

Harry strode down the corridor, curses flying either side of him, burning with the humiliation of rejection. His tongue stung where she had bitten him, and his lower lip was bleeding. Furiously, he cursed a Death Eater foolish enough to wander in front of his and continued on his way, cloak bundled under his arm and eyes aflame.

"Hermione? RON!" He bellowed as he threw aside hooded figures.

"Harry! Harry!" He turned in the direction of the voices, to see a bedraggled Ron and Hermione fighting their way towards him.

"We did it Harry," A breathless Hermione informed him, "We killed the snake and Ron had the brainwave of finishing off the cup with the Basilisk fangs from the Chamber of Secrets," Even this achievement paled in to insignificance beside the fact that Ginny had refused him... Preferred a Slytherin...

He blinked hard several times to dispel the red mist that threatened to blur his vision and simply nodded, a painful lump lodged in his throat. He didn't care what happened to him anymore.

"Come on," He straightened, pulling his shoulders back and lifting his chin. "Let's go kill Voldermort."

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Malfoy was coughing wretchedly, his sight clouded by the thick smoke that billowed throughout the corridor. He continued forward, his sleeve covering his red rimmed eyes, unaware of the great droplets of blood upon his robe until, finally, the smoke seemed to clear somewhat. To Malfoy's chagrin, Blaise was stood in the middle of the corridor and in his arms, a smoky, bedraggled and thoroughly shaken Ginny.

"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?"

He was knocked flying a second later, and hit the ground still confused. He thought he had phrased it pretty politely.

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Harry and Voldermort circled one another warily, wands at the ready. Harry's scar was splitting his forehead, and he knuckled it furiously, determined it would not disrupt his concentration. Somehow, he associated beating Voldermort with everything that mattered, by sending a jet of green light deep into the heart of this foul creature in front of him, the world would be set to rights. Gryffindors would love Gryffindors, Slytherins would love Slytherins...

Ginny would love him. Forever and ever, as it was supposed to be.

With a hiss, Voldermort flicked his wand, slightly frightened by the power he could sense welling up inside the Boy Who lived. This was not the simple victory he had believed it would be, The Deathstick still refused to obey without question it's true Master.

He needed a precaution, and he summoned the shield he hoped would win him this battle.

"Accio," He snarled, whispering the second part of the incantation so Potter would not guess his plan. A second later, a figure was hurtling towards the Dark Lord, twisting and turning as invisible strings yanked him mercilessly through the air. Within moments, the crumpled form was lying at Voldermort's feet. "Imperio,"

Harry watched coolly as Blaise dangled in front of his enemy, unable to resist or plead as the will drained from his helpless limbs like water. He was no more was a puppet; such was the strength of the Imperious Curse. Voldermort was using him as a human shield.

Harry raised one eyebrow, "What's the point of that, Tom?" He stressed the last word, knowing how much Voldermort detested his former name. There was no outward sign the Dark Lord had heard him however, until he turned his head to one side and laughed chillingly.

"Kill a fellow student would you Potter?"

"He is no friend of mine," Images flashed before Harry's eyes, Ginny spitting at him, her gazing across the Dining Hall at the Slytherin table, at one Slytherin in particular... "I could kill him without a second thought."

"And ruin your spotless reputation?"

"He's a Death Eater, my reputation would remain intact," There was a slight edge to Voldermort's voice now as he persisted.

"And yet you hesitate, why I wonder,"

"Harry!" The anguished cry came from the main steps, where a red head was sprinting towards them. "Harry, leave him alone!"

"Back off Ginevra," The sound of her full name made her pause, and the coldness in Harry's voice halted her in her tracks. Blaise stared at her as if in a dream, unable to speak with the curse retaining its iron hold on his mind.

"Weasley," There was a faint element of surprise in Voldermort's voice, "You're alive,"

Ginny drew her wand, "Let him go Riddle,"

"I don't think so," Harry tried to edge closer, looking for an opening between Blaise's arms. Not a single one of them noticed the figure on the steps. The figure that took in the situation with one glance then looked back towards the school hall where Hermione lay, as if to say goodbye.

"End it quickly Potter, I'm bored,"

"I..."

The twin flashes of eerie green light fled through the air, temporarily blinding everyone. Blaise dropped to the ground like a brick, crumpling as the curse was broken. He squeezed his eyes shut, until the dancing lights had faded and then cautiously opened them. He crawled towards a shadow, "Ginny? Ginny?" He repeated, shaking a shoulder, or an arm.

"I'm here," She made her way towards him, helping him up and then throwing herself in to his arms.

"Then who..." He looked down at Draco Malfoy, the once arrogant face noble in repose. He looked happy, innocently happy, which was a first. He looked at peace.

It took them a while to piece together the events of that day. Malfoy had thrown himself at Voldermort from behind; knocking him off balance whilst firing the curse straight in to his heart. Meanwhile, the spell meant to end Harry's life had hit Malfoy. It was Ron who discovered Hermione, one arm flung wide and clearly broken, cold in the Entrance Hall. Underneath her lay Tonks, who was only alive because the Curse meant for herself, and her unborn baby, had entered the bravest Gryffindor of all.

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Five years later Blaise, having been disowned by his family for "Being a disgrace to the bloodline," and therefore happy in every sense of the word, was watching spellbound as a veiled Ginny proceeded down the aisle. Radiant with the assurance that nothing could spoil this perfect day, Ginny drew alongside the impossibly handsome Blaise with a smooth wink.

The Vicar droned on, and yet Blaise couldn't take his eyes from the glowing Ginny. Her veil had been carefully placed further back on her head by her bridesmaids, Luna, and Fleur, and secured with a row of tiny daisies made from the purest mother of pearl, each with a tiny diamond winking from the centre of the bud. They contrasted beautifully with her gleaming flame coloured hair, and her love for Blaise poured from her sparkling eyes.

The day preceded relatively smoothly, the only hiccup being a slightly drunk Harry bursting in to the church to try and kidnap Ginny. A swift punch from Blaise to the stubbly chin soon put paid to that plan, and to his surprise, he found that the Weasly family were entirely behind him. As Mrs. Weasly so aptly put it, "That boy needs to learn that strong liquor is NOT going to impress anyone, silly child."

They said the marriage could never happen, but they finally belonged to one another.

Completely.