Breaking The Habit
By: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter Thirteen: I Don't Know Why
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This is the last chapter everyone. It's going to be a long one, I promise, and it will answer most of your questions. I'm fully planning to put out the same story from Draco's POV as soon as I finish writing Seven Minutes In Heaven, the other Draco/Ginny fan-fic I`m currently writing. It will be almost completely different, as you will see the entire story from Draco's side of things, not Ginny's (which means it will most definitely be darker… hehehe). But the plot will be the same. And you will finally figure out where the Dark Marks came from.
Thank you to EVERYONE who read and/or reviewed my story. I loved all of your input and you guys made writing this story such a joy. I'm hoping to be writing more Draco/Ginny works after this one, although I have a lot on my plate right now and a bunch of other great story ideas. Check them out at http://www.fanfiction.net/~antidarthani. Thanks so much!!!!!!!!!
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-present-
When Ginny woke up, she wasn't in the hallway anymore. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, Ginny squinted in the darkness to try to figure out her surroundings. Her head throbbed but her arm didn't hurt anymore. She felt the softness of the Egyptian cotton sheets under her hands and Ginny straightened up into a better sitting position. "Hello?" she whispered. She feared she was back into that horrible hell hole again. Or even worse, that she was blind.
Panic took over her entire body. "Draco?" she half screamed, choking on a sob. She felt something wrap around her hand and Ginny immediately jerked back. The thing didn't let go and Ginny yanked harder.
"Gin…" someone complained, maybe from the fact that she was pulling their arm out of the socket. "Calm down," the voice mumbled to her.
Ginny sank back down into the most comfortable sheets she'd ever felt, "What am I doing here? And why can't I see one blasted thing?"
Draco muttered something under his breath and the room was instantly lighter. Two dozen floating candles lit around the four corners of his room. Ginny had thought his dormitory at Hogwarts had been impressive; his room at home blew her off her feet. She was surrounded by everything black - black walls, black dresser, a black bed. Even the sheets were black.
Ginny leaned back against the pillows, "So why am I here?" She turned her head to face him and let out a weak grin. "Because you need to `protect' me?"
Draco turned onto his side to face her, propping his head up on his arm. "Even if I could explain to you, which I'm not allowed to do, you still wouldn't understand."
Ginny turned to face him as well. "Why don't you try to explain to me and let me be the judge of that?"
Draco smirked at her. "You're almost as stubborn as I am, Weasley."
Ginny leaned over Draco, causing him to rest back further onto the mass amount of pillows. She brushed her lips against his and let out a tiny moan. Draco tucked his hands under his head and let Ginny run a trail of kisses down his chin and throat. "We really shouldn't…" he trailed off as she bit his neck playfully.
"What's the matter, Draco? Never done it in your own bedroom before?" Ginny teased, snuggling her head into the crook in his neck.
"These sheets cost more than your entire house, Weasley," he informed her, glancing down at her forehead.
"And I assure you that they are well worth it," Ginny giggled, running her hand over his chest and running her toes along the mattress. Ginny pulled herself up more towards the headboard and rested her head next to his ear. "Tell me why," Ginny whispered, nipping at his earlobe. "Pppllleeeaaassseee…"
Draco really looked at her, for the first time ever. Ginny swallowed the large lump in her throat as his eyes bore right into her soul. He reached out, his fingers ice cold against her skin, and pushed loose strands of her hair out of her face, "If they found out that I told you…" Draco paused and just looked at her. "They'd kill you."
"Who would kill me? And why would they bother?" Ginny let him tower over her this time.
"Because we're not allowed to love," he whispered. His mouth captured hers for a moment and as he pulled away, Ginny leaned off the bed, trying desperately to keep the familiar contact between them.
"Do you love me, Draco?" Ginny asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Draco looked down at her and bit his lip. "Maybe I do after all," he smirked and with that, Ginny pulled him down onto her.
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Ginny awoke to load banging noises. Once she managed to wriggle out from under Draco, who had fallen asleep on top of her, Ginny slipped out of the bed. She quickly picked up the first item of clothing she spotted, which just happened to be Draco's black robe. Grinning to herself, Ginny slipped her arms in and then pulled the rest of it around her. It's not fair that everything he owns is so damn soft.
Ginny heard a clanging sound again and she headed in the direction of the door, because she knew the sound was coming from somewhere else. She vaguely heard Draco snap her name out, but she slipped into the hallway instead of listening to him. Squinting at the bright lights in the rest of the house, Ginny pulled the hood up above her head to block some of the lights.
She heard the noise again and Ginny followed its origin down the long hallway. There she could hear rapid talking, angry voices, and the banging louder than ever. Crouching down and sliding against the wall, Ginny peered around the corner, where she could look down onto the first floor of the house.
Ginny immediately recognized Draco's father. But she didn't know who the other person was, and yet they looked oddly familiar. Ginny gasped as someone pulled her away. "What they hell are you doing?" Draco hissed. Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but at the same moment Draco Apparated both of them back into his bedroom. "If they caught you spying on them-"
"What is Percy doing here?" Ginny demanded, pulling his robe tighter around her. Draco clamped up at the mention of her brother's name. "Oh God-" Ginny whispered, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. "You knew!" she cried. "Damn it, you knew and you didn't tell me!!"
"Ginny, wait a sec-" he broke off in mid sentence as Ginny pulled his wand out of the pocket of his robes and pointed it between his eyes. "All you do is lie!" she yelled. "Nothing but lies!"
"Ginny, what your brother does in his free time is none of my business. And it's none of your business either."
Ginny actually pressed the tip of his wand against his skin, "If my brother decides he wants to join the Death Eaters, than yes, Draco, it is my business." She was determined not to cry again. "If he wants to get himself blasted to death, fine by me. But he can't just turn against everything our family's worked for. Our reputation would be ruined if anyone found out."
"Now that's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it Ginny? I mean, you have the Death Eater mark, so that could clearly hurt your family's reputation," Draco shot back.
"I didn't choose to get this mark, Malfoy, and I certainly would never join the Death Eaters. I've sacrificed everything in these past months. I snuck around the castle at night, I threatened my relationship with my boyfriend, I lied to my family and friends, I dealt with having a baby, I hid this stupid mark on my arm, I even-"
"What are you babbling about a baby for?" Draco cut in, eyes wide as saucers. "Ginny, you're not pregnant, are you?"
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-past-post Draco-
"So?" Ginny asked from her seat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Her fingernails tapped against the end table helplessly as she looked at Hermione, fear in her eyes. "Am I?" Ginny choked out.
Hermione looked at Ginny and frowned. "I really don't know how you could let this happen, Ginny. I mean, what possessed you to sleep with Draco Malfoy? His father is a Death Eater, for heaven's sake. One of the biggest supporters of Voldemort."
"Is that a yes or a no, Hermione?" Ginny drastically asked.
Hermione shook her head slowly. "No you're not pregnant, Ginny. But, what if you were, then what would you do?"
"Oh, thank GOD," Ginny cried, slumping down into the couch. "It must have been what I ate." Ginny made a funny look and glanced down at her stomach, "Speaking of what I ate, I haven't eaten in forever and I'm starved. They serve breakfast this early, don't they?"
"Ginny, you're not listening to me," Hermione complained. "I mean, what if Draco got killed in a huge battle and you were left with a child you had to raise by yourself? A child whose father's name would be cursed forever?"
Ginny looked at the clock. "Geez, is it already nine? Then it's not early at all. Everyone else is at breakfast already." Ginny stood up and pulled a sweater on over her pajamas top. "Say, why weren't you downstairs at breakfast, Hermione?"
Hermione fumbled with the button on her sweater. "I had to finish my Potions essay. But that doesn't matter. Have you really thought about the effects of your relationship with Malfoy?"
Ginny snorted to herself as she headed for the portrait of the Fat Lady. "I wouldn't really call it a `relationship' Hermione. For it to be an actual relationship, the two in the relationship would need to communicate with each other. And Draco and I don't do that. We have sex, then he storms off, and then he comes back later."
"And you don't feel used at all? Like a Malfoy sex toy or anything?" Hermione asked as they walked down the hall to the Great Hall. "Why do you even have this `thing' with him anyways? What's so wrong with Dean?"
Ginny smiled, her eyes twinkling, "Draco is such an amazing kisser- you wouldn't even believe it, Hermione. And some of the things he can do in bed, it would blow your mind." Ginny giggled, "It sure as hell blew mine."
As they sat down at the Gryffindor table, Ginny slid in next to Dean and Hermione sat down next to Ron, straight across at Ginny. "Are you bragging about me?" Dean asked Ginny, kissing her cheek before going back to his breakfast.
"Yeah… something like that Dean," Ginny shook her head to herself and dug into her plate with filled itself magically.
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-present-
Ginny was taken back by his question. She'd forgotten that she hadn't told him about the little baby scare. "Ginny?" he asked again, and she could tell he was going to go crazy. Like she had while she waited for Hermione to process the results. He was as horrified by the idea as she was. Actually, when she thought about it, he looked so terrified, she swore he looked like he was going to piss in his pants.
"No, I'm not," she whispered. "I… I thought I was for a little bit. But Hermione helped me with a pregnancy test, and I'm not." Ginny paused as another bad thought ran through her mind, "At least not the last time I checked."
Draco's shoulders relaxed visibly. "So tell me again that you aren't pregnant."
Ginny shook her head. Draco pulled her to him, surprising Ginny. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt so odd to just touch him without feeling the usual lust for him. Sure, it was there, but she didn't want to hop his bones. At least not that exact moment. And he had pulled her to him, which he never did unless they were already in the process of making out. "I'm not a hypocrite," Ginny whispered and Draco laughed against her hair. He actually laughed freely. Ginny felt a very rare emotion swell inside her belly, and in her heart. "I do love you," she whispered. "I think I always have."
Draco nodded and brought her lips to his slowly. She savored the taste of his lips just touching her until he pushed them further.
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-past-post Draco-
Ginny was polishing off her plate of eggs and bacon when a screech filled the hallway outside the Great Hall. "DRACO!!!!!" Pansy screamed. She came stumbling through the double door backwards, falling on her bum. Many of the other students in the Great Hall began to snicker and laugh, but Pansy didn't even seem to notice. "He was just there-" she pointed a shaking finger at the hallway. "And now he's gone. He's just gone!" she screamed.
Ginny dropped her fork without thinking and Dean turned to face her, giving her a questioning look. Her head shook slightly, and everyone at the table seemed to notice this time. Ron and Harry both asked her if she was alright. And then Ginny witnessed what she never thought would happen, even though at the time she felt as if she was looking down at herself and her friends.
Hermione told Harry and Ron about why she was so shaken up. She told them everything. And then Dean finally understood everything too.
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-present-
"Uh…" Ginny grunted, her back arching off the bed. He slipped a damp hand under her spine, pulling her body flush against his. She loved the feel of his skin against hers, their sweat mixing together just like the two opposite colors of their hair. "How… does it… feeeeeel?" Ginny asked right as he slid slowly into her.
"How does what feel?" he panted, letting his head drop down onto the pillow next to hers. He forgot all about rhythm or technique and began to just slam into her as hard as he could.
"Having sex in…" Ginny moaned loudly, "…your bed at home."
"Mmm…" Draco murmured against her ear. He flattened his hand onto the mattress under her back and carefully lowered her back down onto the bed.
Ginny grinned and pushed his hair out of his face, "We should try this in my bed next," she murmured against the side of his head.
Draco pulled his head up slowly to look straight into her eyes. He smirked evilly before lowering his mouth to capture hers. Ginny closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. As soon as his tongue touched hers, she felt a quick, cold breeze and then the room was even warmer than before.
Draco pulled back from her slowly and suddenly the sheets under her weren't so comfortable anymore. When Ginny opened her eyes, she saw a poster of Ron's favorite Quidditch team on the ceiling. Ginny gasped, shoving Draco to the side and sitting up, pulling the covers with her. "You Apparated us to my house?" Ginny asked him in a daze, turning her head slowly to face him.
"Well," Draco smirked, "you did say, Miss Weasley, that we needed to try it in your bed next. So here we are."
Ginny shook her head slowly, out of utter disbelief, "I guess I did say that, didn't I?" She grabbed Draco's foreman and pulled him back down onto her. "You might want to lock the door first. Oh yeah, and cover up that poster or something, I don't want a bunch of ugly Quidditch players watching us while we do it."
Draco muttered something under his breath and flicked his wrist in the general direction of the bedroom door. Ginny heard the lock slid into place. Draco looked around the room for a moment and Ginny stared up at him, running her fingers slowly through his damp hair. "I never expected you to be such a girly girl," Draco commented, talking about all of the stuffed animals she had and the pink tint to her walls.
Ginny shrugged, pulling his head down closer to hers. "You didn't do anything about the poster," she whispered, running her cold foot up the side of his leg.
Draco shut his eyes for a second and then opened them back up, "I'm not going to freeze the poster. I think it's kind of kinky, having the Cannons watch me have sex with my girlfriend. And kinky things turn my on."
The kinky comments didn't even make it to Ginny's head. Because he had called her his girlfriend. Ginny Weasley was Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. And Ginny bet that Draco didn't even realize that he had said it. "Just do it slow," Ginny whispered, wrapping her legs around his and bringing his body right down on hers. "Guys like it fast and hard in their places. But girls like it slow and sexy. It fits the room," she wrinkled up her nose and grinned.
Draco rested his hands on her hips, "Slow and sexy?" he asked.
Ginny nodded, "Yeah, slow and sexy," she repeated slowly for him, like he was a little kid. So, Draco complied with her wish. Ginny bit her lip and her grip tightened on his shoulders.
True to his unspoken promise, Draco started off extremely slow. But, the longer he went slow, the more heat that built inside and begged to be released. So, he pace began to steadily increase. Ginny bit back a moan and held his shoulders even tighter. "Draco, slow down," she begged. She loved what he was doing to her now, but she was so afraid that she would climax and the sound would make her parents come check on them.
"Draco, slow-"
"Shut up, Gin," he hissed against her ear and Ginny instantly stopped. She knew when she shouldn't step over the boundary line and this was one of those times. Ginny buried her head into his shoulder, finding that freckle she loved so much and deciding to stare at it. As he pulled in and out faster and faster, Ginny felt helpless against everything.
And she knew he was going to come because she was ready to explode. But they always waited for each other. Ginny tightened the muscles in her thighs to give him a little hint and Draco took it. With one last thrust, he buried his head against her hair and they both let out small cries of pleasure. As he Apparated them back to his bedroom, Draco opened his eyes. "I love you," he told her, looking into her fiery red hair.
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El Fin
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