Breaking The Habit
By: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter Eight: Choose
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-present-
Draco Malfoy stayed true to his word. Ginny Weasley woke up on Sunday morning, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other supporting both their heads under the pillow. When she opened her eyes, she saw his long, delicate fingers poking out at the end of the pillow, making her smile. She felt his chest, firm and secure, pressed against her back and his head resting in her hair.
She wanted to fall back asleep, but her stomach growled furiously at the lack of food. She'd spent the entire day before doing extraneous things with Malfoy and now her body begged to be repaid. Ginny stretched out her long legs, wincing at the stiffness of her legs and the soreness between them. He'd really worked her the day before. Not that it bothered her- no, not one bit.
Ginny blew some of her hair out of her face, rolling her neck to the best of her ability to try to relieve some of the pain in her body. All his bloody fault, Ginny grumbled to herself, looking down at his hand rested on her flat stomach. His fingers twitched every once in a while and he'd mutter something inaudible against her hair. Ginny grinned her herself, loving the feeling she got waking up in his arms.
Ginny took his hand in between her two, setting it next to her on mattress in order to turn around to face him. He luckily didn't notice the shift in the bed and stayed asleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Almost creepy in the way his lips curved into a smile. Not a smirk, but an actual smile. Ginny rested her palms against his undershirt, frowning. When did he have time to put on his undershirt and boxers, she wondered to herself.
Ginny scooted closer to him and his arm reflexively pulled her up against him. Ginny looked up at his eyes, which were closed with ease. She kissed his chin before kissing a trail down his neck until she reached the neck line of his shirt. Ginny grabbed the bottom of his undershirt, tucking her hands under it and running her hands slowly up the front of his shirt, tracing all his well defined muscles with her fingers.
Draco's eyes slid open lazily. Ginny felt the increase of his breathing against her forehead. Her hands paused for a moment while she looked back up to his face and met his gaze. "You're overdressed," she whispered, pulling his undershirt up more to prove her point. Draco yawned slowly, flexing the hand attached to the arm currently still under the pillow.
"Five more minutes," he mumbled, closing his eyes and repositioning his head to fit the pillow better. Ginny let out a sound similar to a growl, running one hand down his chest and resting it around his bellybutton, dipping her finger into it before tracing a circle around it. The muscles in his stomach tensed up but he still pretended that she wasn't affecting him.
"Don't make me beg," she whispered against his ear, reaching for the elastic of his boxers. She ran her hand around the border, giving him a hint at what she meant. Draco let out a grunt, his eyes still closed and his head not moving.
Ginny repositioned her face so that is what right in front of his. She touched his nose with her before dipping a little lower to brush her lips against his. "Please," she whispered against his ear, resting her head on the side of his, getting her hand a centimeter under the waistband of his boxers. She knew he loved the way her voice sounded when she begged - especially when she begged for sex. "Just like you did it after the Yule Ball," she murmured against his ear.
This sentence gave her a reaction. Draco quickly pulled off the pillow and rolled over onto her, pressing her into the mattress. He shoved that fiery red hair out of her freckled face, while he smirked down at her. Ginny stared right into his eyes, mirroring his trademark smirk she'd learned so well, while she began to pull his undershirt up and he quickly yanked off his boxers.
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-past-Dean-
Once the song ended, the Weird Sisters started up with a quicker beat. A stranger's hand pulled her away from Harry, who headed over in the general direction of Hermione and Ron. Ginny followed silently, glad to the fact that the hand didn't belong to Dean.
She felt better in her costume and mask. A stranger even to herself with her bewitched hair and freckle free face. For one night, she wasn't an obvious Weasley. For just once, Ginny allowed herself to show who she was on the inside - not what her family wanted her to represent. She didn't think it would cause her any trouble over the night. It made it easier to escape from Dean's clinging, allowed her to be free.
The hand pulled her body up against its and Ginny felt revealed to note that the person dancing with her was, in fact, a male. You never know these days, she mused to herself, causing herself to grin. She didn't recognize anything through the mask, which was the whole point of the ball after all. Yet, this person felt oddly familiar to her and for a second, Ginny feared the worst. "Michael?" she whispered as she leaned in closer to the masked figure.
The figure pushed her away to spin her around once and then pull her back, his free hand reaching for her waist and pulling her flush up against him. No, most definitely not Michael, she told herself. She could almost see him smile under the mask, although she would never know. It began to drive her crazy as they danced faster and faster to match the beat and the other dancers around them.
She eyes linked with his. She saw a rare fire in them, one that scared her and fascinated her at the same time. One she wanted to explore the depths of. And not just on the dance floor. Electricity fueled her and he spun her halfway around, pulling her back up against his chest. Her dress didn't cover her back, just the small of her back down to her knees was covered by the dress. A small little black halter top number that left little to the imagination. It contrasted greatly with her pink and white mask. His long fingers reached around from behind and gripped her hips and they swayed quickly to the tune like the rest of the students.
Ginny ran her fingers down the arms of his tux, before wrapping her hands around his. She figured he had to be a Quidditch player, like herself, to have the strong, muscular chest that outlined her back, even through his shirt and jacket, and those hands. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder while continuing to move with him. Images of all the different Quidditch players for all the different houses ran through her mind. Of course, it left out the obvious ones - the girls, Harry Potter, Dean, Ron, and Draco Malfoy. So who did that really leave for her? Ginny thought about it while the guy behind her nipped at her left earlobe.
The song ended and an ever faster one began. She expected the guy to go dance with someone else, but he continued to hold her hips, moving them faster to the rhythm. Ginny felt dizzy as she looked down at the ground a good foot below where they hovered in the air. Yet her fingers refused to let go of his long ones, which her hands clutched to desperately.
They moved with the crowd, but they wouldn't blend in. Ginny began to feel sweat form at the back of her neck and in the small of her back. Her forehead felt damp and she needed to sit and take a second to relax. But he just continued to move with her, moving from her ear to her neck. The worst part was Ginny let him. She knew Dean was out there somewhere, waiting for her to return from dancing with Harry. But Dean seemed hopeless to Ginny and she didn't want to waste anymore time with him.
When the second song ended, a slow song started. Ginny felt him turn her back around, his arms remaining on her waist. Ginny tried to let her breathing even out while she looked into the eye holes of the person in the mask. The dim lights prevented her from seeing anything but the pupils and the white around the color. Once she looked into his eyes, she couldn't look away. They drew her to him, until her lips were pressed against his and no thoughts remained in her mind.
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-past-post Draco-
"Hermione…" Ginny pulled her older friend over to the side of the group while Harry, Ron, and Dean tore through the wrapping paper on their Christmas presents. "About what you saw…" she trailed off, not really sure what to say to the bushy haired bookworm. She knew how Hermione felt about Harry, and how they spent the night after the Yule Ball together, so she figured Hermione would be the likeliest to understood Ginny's screwed up love life.
"Where do you get off snogging with Malfoy in the halls?" Hermione hissed under her breath, anger lighting up her eyes. "You can get back at Dean with any guy, Ginny." Hermione glanced across the room at Harry, who laughed at something Ron said. "Why do you have to pick the guy that affects all of us?"
Ginny crossed her arms across her chest, "It's not like I picked Draco," Ginny shot back. "It just happened, okay? You, of all people, should know that some things just happen and you can't prevent them."
Hermione glared at Ginny, flipping some of her hair over her shoulder. Ginny pictured Lavender doing the same thing and the thought of Hermione turning into a girl like Lavender made her shiver. "Harry and I are different from you and that…. Ferret," Hermione snapped.
Ginny shook her head, "I really don't want to get into a huge argument about it with you. Just promise me that you won't tell them." Ginny waited for Hermione's response. "Please," she begged, sending a glance over to Dean and her brother. Ginny took in a deep gasp of pain and clutched at her arm, pain searing through it.
Ron, Harry, Dean, Hermione - they all turned to face her, concerned. Ron walked over quickly, reaching out for Ginny's arm she was cradling against her chest. Ginny quickly pulled back away, letting her arm drop to her side, shaking her head quickly. "I'm fine," she told them quickly before they even had the chance to ask her. She glanced at Dean, who was staring right at her. Shivering, Ginny pushed past them and out through the portrait hole, trying to escape from all of them.
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-past-Draco-
Ginny walked down the hall, afraid to look back. If she did, she knew she'd regret what she'd just agreed to. She already did, she thought as she crossed her arms across her chest to feel protected. Just the thought of him kissing her made her want to puke. The thought of his hands on her body again made her stomach turn. So why did she always give back in when he asked her not to give up on their relationship?
Because I feel guilty, she answered her own question. She'd slept with someone else; given an (once) anonymous Hogwarts student what she refused Dean all along. And once that was over, she still continued their little rendezvous in the hallways, in empty closets, in his bedroom. Anywhere he pulled her with him for a few extra minutes. Why did it have to be Draco, of all the people at the Yule Ball? Ginny asked herself over and over, but she never got an answer.
She never saw him in the halls. He long arm would just stretch out from nowhere and pull her into a nonexistent place. She was actually used to it by now, so when she felt her body jerk to the left into an abandoned classroom, Ginny let out a sound similar to a low growl. She couldn't chance being late to Potions again. Snape promised to give her back to back detentions of cleaning out his ingredients closets if she came in late one more time.
Yet, as he pressed her into the cold wall, Ginny let her books drop to the floor, like she always did. "Mmmm… she murmured, loosening his tie and sliding one hand around his neck, halfway into his shirt. She should feel guilty about everything she had with him, but she found that hard to do when he treated her body like he was currently.
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