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 Rapid Hope Lost
'Neville, how could you keep this from us!' Hermione exploded as Neville finished hurriedly explaining his story.
'I'm bound by the law, Hermione!' He exclaimed. 'And he told me not to say anything anyway.'
'She needs to know,' Hermione said, standing up. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto her seat.
'No, she doesn't,' he said firmly. 'If there's one thing Ginny's made clear to us in the last month it's that she doesn't want us to interfere. If he doesn't want her to know, then we won't tell her. We have to respect his wishes.'
'But he's leaving tomorrow!' Hermione argued.
'We're not meddling,' Harry said firmly. 'Now, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have practice.'
'And I'm meant to be at work,' Ron and Neville said at the same time.
'And you should be writing,' Harry said to Hermione, who said nothing. 'Not pouting.'
'I'm not pouting,' she snapped, getting up again and heading upstairs. The three boys looked at each other.
'I'll go stop her,' Luna said, getting up and kissing Ron quickly. 'Enjoy your day at work.'
Harry smirked at his best friend as he stared dreamily after Luna as she followed Hermione.
'C'mon mate, put your eyes back in, you can undress her for real tonight,' Harry said with a laugh.
'Like you can talk,' Ron retorted, pulling out his wand. 'Later man.'
He Disapparated. Harry gave a wave to Neville and Disapparated moments later. Neville shook his head at the pair of them and walked out the front door- he hated Apparating.
~*~
'Ginny?' Hermione knocked gently on the bedroom door. 'Gin?'
'Oh just bugger off,' Ginny called moodily. Inside the bedroom she snapped the blinds shut and laid down on the bed and stared at the dark ceiling. She didn't feel like dealing with Hermione- she had heard what Neville had said…
He was leaving. Because of her.
She had really messed up this time…
'Draco?' Ginny called letting herself into the elegant manor house. 'Draco are you here?'
She heard a chair scraping on the stone floor of the library and she hurried in that direction. She flung the door open and then wished she hadn't.
Pansy Parkinson was in there. With her arms all over Draco. Running her finger through his hair. Ginny felt sick from her head to her toes.
'You… you foul little evil witch…' Ginny spat, walking into the room. Draco jumped a mile and Pansy just smiled sweetly.
'Oh… Ginny… we weren't expecting you,' she smirked.
Ginny kept walking firmly towards them. When she reached them she wrenched Pansy's hand from Draco's arm and slapped her firmly across the face. She then looked into Draco's eyes and slapped him just as had as she had slapped Pansy.
'Wait! Ginny!' he called, chasing her out of the library back into the entrance hall.
'Oh just go fuck her,' she yelled at him. 'She's what you want- she's more your type!'
'What- Ginny- no, don't go- wait-'
Ginny didn't hear the end of what he was saying. She was so upset and angry that she Disapparated from where she was standing.
When she arrived home she had fell into Hermione's arms and sobbed for an hour. She knew Hermione was biting her tongue from saying 'I told you so'. And she knew that was what everyone would want to say. But she didn't care- her heart was breaking anyway, she didn't care what they thought.
~*~
It was a week before he dared to come and visit. He knew what she was like. He'd walked through the house and up the stairs, feeling the eyes of all her friends bore into him.
If he'd thought about it he would've known what was coming just by the looks they were giving him.
She'd been silent for the first hour. He'd tried to explain what really had happened, but she didn't seem to be listening.
'What do you want from me, Gin?' he asked finally. 'What do you want me to say, what do you want me to do? Nothing happened that day- nothing has ever happened between me and Pansy. Nothing ever will. She's a bitch, I can't stand her.'
'But she's what you want, isn't she?'
'No! Gin- you're what I want!'
'But there is a part of you who wants someone like her, someone from your world… not a traitor…'
Draco just stared at her.
'Ginny we have been together for three and a half years. Would I be standing here in front of you right now if I didn't love you?' He stood up and began pacing. 'And to throw all that traitor stuff in my face- I'm not my father. I thought you would understand that.'
'I did. Until I saw you with her.'
'For fucks sake Gin, there is nothing going on!'
'Then explain this!' she yelled, pulling an envelope out of her desk and throwing it at her. Draco opened it wearily and pulled the contents out.
It was a pile of photographs. Wizard ones. He watched as his photographic self did things to Pansy that Draco knew he had only done with Ginny.
'These aren't real,' he said hoarsely.
'Oh pull the other one. Just get the fuck out.'
'Where did these come from?'
'Get the fuck out!'
'Ginny tell me where you got these!'
'Just fuck off! I don't want to see you again!'
Draco shut the lid of his trunk and looked around his bedroom. It was a lot quicker and easier to pack than he'd thought it would be. There was only one thing left on his bed. The envelope with the fake photos.
He still hadn't figured out where they'd come from. He had never been with Pansy how the photos depicted. He had kissed her in fourth year after the Yule Ball, that was it. She had always been obsessed with him.
There had to be a way to prove that the photos were fakes. Not that Ginny would listen. Draco knew he was best to cut his losses. After all- he was leaving tomorrow.
Maybe one day she would miss him.