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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

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

Ginny waited until everyone was sitting down eating dinner before making her move. She crept out of the house as silent as a mouse and walked slowly down the street.

She had been toying all afternoon with the idea of going to see him. Now that she knew he was leaving. She didn't even know where he was going. She wondered if he did.

The sun set whilst she sat on the swings in the park five blocks away from the house. It was nice to be alone, watching the sun set, feeling the breeze on her face.

'Hey,' a voice said from behind. She turned her face and saw Blaise Zabini standing there. 'Do you mind?'

'Maybe,' she said coldly. 'What are you doing here?'

'I was in the neighbourhood,' he said sitting on the swing next to her. 'Saw you sitting here, thought I'd come and see how you are.'

'Well I'm just peachy.'

'I heard about you and Draco,' Blaise said, swinging back and forth slowly. 'Sorry it didn't work out.'

'I bet you are,' Ginny stood up and stared at him. 'So how are you and Pansy going?'

Blaise laughed.

'She, well, she just dumped me actually.'

'Well sucks to be you.'

'Sucks even more to be you- she dumped me for Draco. Now that you're out of the way I'm not needed.'

Ginny stared at him. His sentence echoed through her mind.

'Now that you're out of the way I'm not needed.'

'It was you… it was you in those photos…' she looked at him with disgust, things suddenly making sense. 'Pansy stole Draco's hair that night at the manor… that's why she was playing with his hair… she made Polyjuice potion and made you drink it and then take the photos… you sent them to me… she used you to get to Draco… '

'It was for my benefit too, you know,' he got off the swing and came towards her. 'I've always thought Draco was a lucky bastard… I used her to get to you. I think it was quite smart.'

Ginny didn't hesitate. She whipped out her wand and hit Blaise with the first curse she thought of.

'Well I think it was disgusting and mean and evil. And I think I hate you even more than I did before.'

She turned on her heel and began running down the street, away from the park and Blaise.

~*~

Draco cooked a lonely dinner for himself that night and sat in the massive dining room on his own, every noise echoing off the walls. He wasn't going to miss this place- he had held onto it for so long since his parents deaths to keep part of them with him, but he didn't want anything to do with them any more. He had sold the manor and the land to a Muggle development company- it would make a fine housing estate.

He was extinguishing the torches when he heard her voice. For a moment he thought he was hearing things. He ran downstairs and threw open the front door.

But there was no one there. He sighed heavily and shut the door, leaning against it and rubbing his temple. He was starting to hear things. Not a good sign…

He climbed the stairs to his bedroom slowly and just looked around the room. It was so bare and lonely. And he didn't feel like staying there. Not alone. He only ever really liked staying there with Ginny and they hardly ever did. She felt the manor was 'creepy' and only went there if she had to.

Holding onto the end of his trunk, he lugged it to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder in.

'The Leaky Cauldron!' he bellowed, vanishing in a cloud of green smoke.