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All Hands On Deck

dumbles

Title: All Hands On Deck

Rating: PG-13 (some coarse language)

Summary: Draco and Ginny's volatile relationship has ended and neither quite knows what to do. So whilst Ginny sulks, Draco plans a solo world trip. Will Ginny be able to realise what she's about to lose? Or will she abandon ship and let Draco sink without her?

Authors Notes: This is my first D/G fic so be kind. Started this many moons ago, just after OotP I think- can't quite remember. Just finished it and so I'm posting it all now :D No waiting for updates for this one- I'm posting it at once because it's easier for me with my schedule.

All hands on deck

Don't abandon the ship

You'll never know what could have been

All hands on deck

My ship is sinking

Don't let me go

Don't let me drown

All Hand On Deck: Waking Ashland

…and I Drown My Heart and Soul

The stands erupted in a shower of red and gold sparks as he flew his broom towards the ground, fighting down the impulse to shoot red and gold out of his own wand. The Gryffindor team were still up in the air, screaming and hollering and crying. Draco was the last of the Slytherin team to land- he wanted to enjoy her moment for as long as possible.

He paused for a moment outside the Slytherin change room and arranged his face into a sneer and stormed in.

`Pathetic!' He bellowed, slamming the door. `My last game and all of you get a case of butter hands? Half of you don't belong in Slytherin! I am sick- you pretty much wrapped the cup up and handed it to the Gryffindors!'

Without getting a response from his team he stormed out of the room again and ran back up to the castle and barricaded himself into the prefect common room. He went immediately to the cupboard over the other side of the room and dug up the box he'd hidden in there earlier that morning.

The door opened and he smiled. She looked wonderful- her brown eyes were alight with happiness, her Quidditch robes dirty and creased, her hair had fallen out of the pony tail she had tied it in before the game and was messily framing her face.

She was beautiful.

`Congratulations,' he said evenly. Her face broke into a large grin and she sprinted across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck and started to laugh. Without thinking, he picked her up and they spun around the room together, both laughing.

`Well, we've always been the best team.'

`I'm not going to disagree,' he said softly, letting her go and giving her the box. `Here.'

`For me?' She whispered and he nodded.

`I ordered it months ago,' he said as she opened it and gasped. Inside the box was a delicate gold ring, with scarlet, gold, green and silver blending in and out.

She pulled it out of the box and gasped again and he knew she'd discovered the engraving.

`Slytherin and Gryffindor- forever united,' she read aloud. `Oh, Draco, I-'

`It's not what you think,' he said quickly. `I wanted to get you something.'

`I- I-' she flung her arms around his neck and started to sob on his shoulder. He patted the back of her head and after a few moments she pulled away. `I should go- I said I was going to the bathroom.'

`Tonight- meet me?'

`I'll try…'

`Draco Malfoy, you lazy son of a bitch, get off my couch now before I hex you back to the stone age.'

`Don't talk about my mother that way,' Draco muttered sleepily, sitting up and opening his eyes. `Blaise?'

`I couldn't be arsed carrying you through the Floo network to the manor, so I lugged you up Diagon Alley to my place. You've been passed out on my lounge all day. And I want it back- Pansy's coming over tonight.'

Draco's face hardened.

`Be careful around that one,' he said and Blaise nodded.

`I know mate, I know. But she's nothing compared to that Weasley chick. Now piss off back to your manor.'

`I'm going, I'm going!' He said, standing up and patting his pockets checking to make sure he had everything he thought he'd bought with him.

`Wait- before you go, when do you go?' Draco looked at Blaise for a moment, before Blaise realised what he'd said. `Oh, you know what I mean!'

`Tomorrow. One more day until I'm out of here for good.'

`And she knows nothing?'

`Longbottom knows better than to tell. Until I'm gone.'

`Well, good luck, mate.'

`Good luck with Pansy!' Draco called over his shoulder as he left the flat and closed the door. Blaise screamed something back to him, but he didn't hear clearly- however he believed he was being told to do something to himself that rhymed with duck. He pulled his wand out to Apparate, before deciding to walk to Diagon Alley and apparate from there. He really needed to get rid of his headache.

It was an overcast day and he was grateful- he hated sunny days. Sunny days always reminded him of her and that was the last thing he wanted. It was bad enough he dreamt about her every time he closed his eyes.

She was why he was leaving. She was why he had stayed and now she wasn't there, so he was going. He still couldn't comprehend what had happened and it had been a month. He was used to them fighting and breaking up, but it was never serious. Within an hour of the fight they'd be in each others arms again. But this time it was different. They had shouted themselves hoarse before she pushed him out the door. She refused to listen to him.

He knew it all stemmed from the day she had turned up at the manor unexpectedly. As had Pansy, only minutes before. Pansy's father had just died, in Azkaban, and she had turned to Draco for comfort, conveniently forgetting that it was Draco who turned his own parents in, causing his fathers death and his mothers imprisonment, then death. Ginny had walked in as Draco was trying to push Pansy away. The argument had started once Draco had thrown Pansy out and continued a week later. And ended a week later with Ginny pushing him out the door and- Draco sighed and put his hand into his pocket.

She had thrown her ring back at him. The ring he had given her when she beat him at Quidditch. The first step he took in showing her how much he cared.

Sighing again he pocketed the ring and without caring who saw him, he Disapparated.


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