Breaking The Habit
By: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter Six: I Don't Wanna Be The One
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Bittersweetlove, this chapter is dedicated to you, since you have been waiting for ever for this chapter. To all my readers and reviewers, I am truly sorry about how long it's taken me to update. I've had a busy couple of weeks with so much homework and babysitting to do. But, here's the chapter. ENJOY!!!!!
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-past-post Draco-
Ginny grunted when she saw all the extra sunlight in her room. Why did it have to get light so early during the winter? Ginny shifted in the bed, rolling over onto her other side to try to find a more comfortable position. When she moved, pain pierced through her arm, causing Ginny to hiss through bared teeth. She clutched her arm to her chest, her free hand reaching out to the nightstand for the vile of black liquid.
It was gone. Ginny nudged him in the side, causing him to mutter a few cuss words under his breath before attempting to pull the comforter up above his head. Ginny elbowed him this time, trying to ignore the pain in her arm for as long as she could. He tossed the comforter back, "What the fuck do you want?" he snapped, glaring at her.
"Where did you throw my sweater last night?" The words flew from her mouth before she gasped at the pain in her arm. Daring to look at it, her eyes traveled to the Death Eater mark. It was bleeding again and Ginny groaned, leaning back against the headboard to keep from smothering herself to death.
"How the hell am I supposed to remember?" he asked, turning to face away from her, ignoring her arm. It wasn't his problem.
"Just tell me!" she snapped back at him.
Draco turned around to take a good look at her. She knew he wasn't used to getting orders, especially from someone like her. He frowned at her, his brow creasing, but he leaned over the opposite side of the bed and picked up the vile of liquid for her. He dangled it in front of her face, but when she reached out for it, he pulled it away. "Don't you owe someone an apology?" he asked her, a smirk covering his face.
Ginny leaned forward and snatched it out of his hand, setting it between her legs while she unscrewed the lid with her good hand. "Yeah, and if I find her, I'll make sure I give her one," she retorted pouring the liquid over her arm slowly, trying not to spill any on her bed.
Draco reflectively grabbed the bottle as she dropped it. He covered her mouth with his hand as she screamed in pain. Ginny scratched his arm to get him to let go of her mouth, but he continued to press his hand to her mouth. "Are you bloody mad?" he hissed, setting the vile on the nightstand. "You keep this up and everybody's going to be rushing in here to make sure you're all right."
Ginny jerked her face away from his hand, "You didn't tell me how much it hurt," she accused.
Draco shrugged it off, "Oh, that little sting at the beginning? That's nothing..." he stopped and pushed back the sheets, standing up in all of his glory, quickly finding his boxers on the floor. Ginny watched him dress in complete silence. It wasn't until he started to walk toward the door, his wand out in front of him, that Ginny spoke up. "You're just leaving?" she asked.
He didn't even turn around to face her. Muttering a spell under his breath, he slipped out of the girls' dormitories to start docking points from all the students who stayed over the holiday break.
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-past-Dean-
"Hey, Ginny! Wait up, would you?" Dean called after her. Ginny unconsciously speed up a little, holding her books closer to her chest and she pushed her way through the net of other Hogwarts students. If only she could get close to her next class, Potions, she knew Dean wouldn't follow her. Too bad for her, Dean caught up with her right before she reached the stairs to go down into the dungeons of the school.
"What's the deal?" he asked softly, pushing her loose hair back behind her ears. "Are you avoiding me, Gin?" he questioned.
Ginny shook her head, but she also indicated that she didn't want to talk to him right then. "I... I need to get to class. You know Snape - if I'm late again he's going to kill me. Or worse, give me detention." Ginny tried to smile at her boyfriend. "I don't have time for either one right now." That's good. Let him know how busy you are. Make him realize it's coming before you drop it on his shoulders. "But I'll see you later today, okay?"
Dean pulled her to him in a small kiss, "You're coming to the Yule Ball with me, aren't you? It's my last year here," he told her as if she didn't know.
Is that you're way of asking me??? she wondered to herself. Because it sucks if it is!!!!!! Ginny sighed to herself, pulling away from his kiss and his touch. "I really do have to get going, Dean," she told him, avoiding the question and she turned away and raced down the stairs three at a time, even though she still had plenty of time to burn before the class started.
One of the last things Ginny wanted to do was spend extra time in the creepy basement with Professor Snape. But she was desperate to get away from Dean - she'd go just about anywhere.
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-past-Draco-
"You're meeting the girl you spent the night with after the Yule Ball, aren't you?" Ginny asked, trying to remain cool. Trying not to sound as angry as she felt. True, she wasn't completely 'in' their relationship, but she wasn't the one who wanted it either. Dean did. And Dean was cheating on her.
"Ginny, I told you a thousand times that I didn't spend the night with anyone after the Yule Ball. Although I can't say the same about you. You still haven't told me what happened when you went for punch and never came back." Like he wanted her to answer that question right now. Not going to happen.
"You've been meeting someone at late hours in the night, Dean. So just tell me who! Who the hell is she?" Ginny begged for an answer. She wanted to confirm his unloyalty so she could justify hers. He still hadn't found out about Draco- luckily no one else had either.
Dean shook his head slowly, running one hand through his hair and leaning back against the building, "You've always got to think something's wrong," he accused. "You can't believe that I'd just be satisfied with just you. And you want to know why that is, Ginny? Because even though you'll go with a complete stranger from another house you don't know, you won't even fuck your own boyfriend."
Ginny's nostrils flared with pent up angry. She poked his in the chest with her right index finger, "I could sleep with you Dean, and so could all the other Gryffindors in the school and you still wouldn't be satisfied." She wanted so badly to just spit in his face. "Well, guess what? I found someone I can satisfy," she hissed, pushing off his chest with her finger and taking a step back. "I don't even care know she is anymore, Dean. Because you can have her now. We're through."
Ginny turned around and stalked off, her head held high and a wonderful smirk she'd picked up from him covering cheek to cheek.
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-present-
"I missed you," Ginny whispered against the collar of his shirt while his fingers found the belt loops of her pants, pulling her up against him. Ginny unbuttoned the front of his shirt, resting her hands on his bare chest when she finished. "I even dare to say that I worried that you were okay."
Draco made an unintelligible sound at her remark, and Ginny grinned. "I know, silly me," she said it for him, since he wasn't in the talking mood. "Tell me something," she murmured against his chin, kissing it lazily. "Tell me anything. About what happened, about you're childhood. Just something."
He didn't answer and Ginny sighed, nuzzling her head against his neck. She would never understand him. His attitude matched his manner - completely mysterious and dark (and damn proud of it as well). I don't know anything about him, she thought to herself, her fingers inching up his chest to rest on his shoulders. But at least I still have him. Ginny closed her eyes. For now.
"And if I don't want to?" he whispered against her ear. He pulled his head back and rested his forehead on hers. One of his hands released her jeans to push back the stray hair in her face. He willingly touched her, something he rarely ever did, in an affectionate way nonetheless.
"Oh, I'm sure I could get you to want to," Ginny told him back in a hushed voice, her index finger running up his neck and under his chin, pulling away slowly, leaving an invisible path to her lips. Draco took the hint and captured her mouth with his. And yet, unlike all the other (numerous) times before, it seemed gentle, and slow. Like they had forever.
"I lo-" he started to say when he pulled away, but he immediately stopped, looking shocked.
Ginny's eyes shot open, searching in his, but she came up empty, like always. Her grip on his shoulders tightened. "You what?" she demanded softly, almost afraid, and half expecting, what he had been about to say. Since she'd wanted to say it to him ever since he'd given her that blasted mark on her arm. Silly, really, how that worked out.
Draco barely shook his head. He nothing, Ginny thought with a sinking feeling. She tried not to think about it when his lips found hers again. And it's back to square one.