AN: Last chapter! woot. Ok, review please :D and if I'm feeling the love, I might have an epilogue in the works. Please review, it makes me happy.

Blood and Water

Chapter 9

Of Love and Letting Go

When he got to his friend's apartment, Blaise debated whether to actually knock on Draco's door. He hadn't heard from him since late last night when he had run out talking nonsense so he had guessed it didn't go well at all.

But it was now noon the following day and the wedding was due to start in a few hours. Blaise had been invited by Luna to go and it had stupidly crossed his mind that he should check on Draco before he went.

He lowered his hand and turned away. He would leave him alone. If it all went the way he thought it did, he would probably want to be alone right now.


Ginny seemed to be the only one not sporting a headache that morning as she left the company of her many sisters-in-law to go to her dressing room, formerly her own room as a child. It brought a small, sad smile to her face as she looked around.

All her posters were still hanging on the walls, including one of the Weird Sisters. Then her gaze fell upon her wedding gown, hanging on her wardrobe door. She let out a heavy sigh and started towards it.

This was it. Her whole life had come to this moment and now she didn't even know if she wanted to go through with it. Sure, she had told Draco she was but when he had shown up last night, she wouldn't admit that she had felt a little rush of hope and... love come over her. There was no other way to describe it. But she had told herself that it was wrong and that was that. She had ended it.

It was the right thing to do. But why did it feel so wrong?


"Luna, dear, why don't you go check on Ginny? She's been in there for a while now." Molly Weasley told Luna over the noise of many chattering women in the living room downstairs.

"Of course, Mrs Weasley," She replied and skipped up the stairs. Her own pale green dress made it hard but she managed to do it nonetheless.

When she reached Ginny's room, she knocked softly before opening the door. Ginny was sitting on her bed, not even bothering to look at the door as she sat perfectly still, staring at the beautiful white dress opposite her.

"Gin?" Luna's only reply was the soft murmur she couldn't quite make out. "Are you alright, we're getting worried down there..."

"Oh, Luna," Ginny said, finally coming to life and turning her gaze to stare directly into Luna's eyes. "Am I doing the right thing?"

"Well, not really. You need to get dressed and it doesn't even look like you've got out of your pyjamas." She said, walking up to her best friend and picking at her robe. It slowly slid off her shoulders as she tried to not let it disturb Ginny's newly done hair. It was pulled back off her face with a small tiara and hung to fall in loose curls over one shoulder and it set off her milk white skin perfectly.

"Luna, that's not what I meant."

The blonde in question slowly stopped her attentions to Ginny's clothes and sat back on the bed. "I know." She said softly, looking up to meet Ginny's gaze with a sympathetic look.

"Then I need your help," She said, just above a whisper as if it was a great feat just to say those words.

"But, Ginny, I can't give it to you. You have to do this by yourself for your own good."

Ginny looked back to her gown. It really was a beautiful ivory dress, strapless and tightly fitted all the way down the bodice until it flared out with such elegance it was almost too much. The clear and pale green beading following the silk material down and onto the skirt until it hit the floor drew the eye up and down; the viewer would just be too awed to know where to look next. It was just simply Ginny.

As she looked at it, trying to make up her mind, a tear escaped her eye and fell down one cheek.

"Ginny, if your crying over it, I think you just made your choice." When she looked at Luna with a questioning gaze, Luna just smiled. "Ginny, you're not happy like this."

"I know. But my family..."

"... They will understand." Luna interrupted, not letting her make the same excuse again.

"I can't fail them," She wiped away her tears and refused to look away.

Luna just nodded, seeming to understand where Ginny was coming from and her reasoning which even she herself knew was flimsy. When Luna got up and closed the door on her way out, the soft sound of the door clicking into place felt more like a slam to Ginny in the now silent room.


"... and she's scared of what will happen..." Luna finished, trailing off in hopes that the man before her would understand what she meant to say next but didn't want to. She shouldn't even be here, talking to him about her but she felt it as her duty as her best friend.

Harry nodded and Luna could almost swear she saw disappointment evident in his emerald eyes as he looked away from her. Luna almost jumped when he spoke as the silence after she finished seemed to stretch on forever.

"I'll go talk to her." He started to walk out of the room but Luna stopped him.

"and Harry?"


"Don't tell her it was me," She asked of him. "She'll know but just don't tell her."

Harry nodded and left.


Ginny ran through the street, her breathing laboured as she hitched up the hem of her white gown, the clacking of her heels on the pavement growing louder in her ears as she reached the steps that would lead to her destination.


Draco lay flat on his back, arms outstretched in a fashion that made it look like he was dying. And maybe he was. A small twitch of a smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as he stared at the ceiling.

He could have sworn he heard someone outside his door earlier that morning but it must have been hours since then. In this state, time didn't seem to matter. Twenty-eight hours and counting since he had last slept, the thought of that fire haired witch kept his brain wide awake while his body ached for the relief. He could almost see the crack in his ceiling growing as the time passed.

She would be getting married now, He thought to himself and he blinked away the tear that threatened to fall. Malfoys don't cry.

The knock at the door brought him out of his sleep deprived stupor and cause him to sit bolt upright at the sound.

"Blaise, go away!" He screamed at the closed door, seeming to dare it to do anything in reply as he shot daggers at it with his stormy eyes.

"It's not Blaise..." The soft, musical voice that replied shocked him into lifting his mask of anger.

"Ginny?" He asked of the door, his voice catching in his throat as he said her name.

"Let me in?" He didn't need asking twice, all but tripping over in his rush to get to her. His mind briefly crossed over the fact his parents would be laughing at him in his current state but it didn't matter, not anymore. If he had anything to say about it, she was his family now.

When the door opened, Ginny had never seen such a tall, built man look so vulnerable just as he did standing before her in his pyjamas like he was right now. She seemed out of breath but she hadn't been just a second ago when she had been waiting to see him. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to be breathing at all.

"What are you doing here?" He asked of her, ignoring the fact that the girl of his dreams was currently standing before him in a beautiful wedding gown.

"I've come to see you," She replied simply, letting the fabric held tightly in her hands fall to the ground gracefully, laying forgotten as she stared up at him.

"What about Harry?"

"It's okay..." The smile that spread across her precious lips made him forget why this shouldn't be happening and as his heart skipped a beat, he accepted this was the way it was supposed to be happening.

Ginny thought of how it seemed that just a few moments ago she was standing in front of the-boy-who-lived, knowing that the words coming out of his mouth were truth. He told her of love and sacrifice and happiness. And although he was happy with her, she wasn't with him.

"What are you saying?" Ginny asked of Harry, oddly feeling more joy than confusion at his speech.

"I'm saying that I'm letting you go, you don't belong with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you?"

"Well, are you?" Draco asked. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything in my life." She said through her heart wrenching smile. Her eyes searched his for his answer but they were unreadable. She felt a tug at her heart in the uncertainty of his reply but there was no need.

She felt the tentative touch of his hand against hers and as if it brought her strength in this moment, she interlaced her fingers with his and held onto it, afraid that it would disappear if she didn't. Her skin burned at his touch but she didn't dare let go. Who knew that such a simple act could mean so much?

Draco stepped closer and in one swift movement, bent and captured her lips in the most passionate kiss of her young life. It was as if her heart was bursting and she lost everything but the here and now.

In this moment, she knew that there was only one that she wanted to kiss from now on. And she had him. Finally.

The End