Breaking The Habit
By: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter Nine: Inside I Realize
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-past-Dean-
Ginny moaned louder, never wanting him to stop. How was it fair for a guy to have so much power over her? It wasn't, when you thought about it. Oh well, she'd worry about it later. She grabbed the first thing her fingers grasped - the chain around his neck he hadn't taken off while undressing from his costume and mask. Ginny wasn't as fast to remove her clothes, especially since she couldn't remember where she was.
Now, he hovered above her, giving her everything a sixteen-year-old girl could ever want and more. Ginny pulled on his chain, yanking his head back down to hers. He rested his sweaty forehead on her damp one, his platinum hair mixing with her brown hair and his gray, cold eyes staring into her bright, brown ones.
Oh God, Ginny thought right as she felt ready to come. Harry and Ron are going to kill me.
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Ginny gasped, sitting up straight in the bed. Just a dream, just a dream… she repeated over and over to herself in her mind. It was all just a bad dream. Ginny ran a hand through her knotted hair, shivering at the cold. She couldn't believe one of her roommates hadn't thrown a warming charm around the room before hitting the sack.
Actually, as Ginny glanced around the room, she realized she didn't recognize anything in the room. Gulping, Ginny looked down at the bed she woke up in, what she should have done first. Sprawled out of his stomach, head buried in the mass of pillows, Draco Malfoy slept next to her. Oh no, oh no, oh no… Ginny panicked, scrambling out of the bed without a second thought, trying to find her mask and her dress. Wasn't a dream. Wasn't just a bad dream. Ginny slipped into the dress frantically, afraid he would wake up before she could leave. How the hell did this happen?
Ginny recalled a steamy kiss the night before at the dance. The Quidditch hands, the cold eyes, that body against hers all night long. Ginny shook all the images out of her mind, pulling her hair into a quick ponytail. She managed to slip out of his room before he awoke. Holding her shoes in her hand, Ginny pushed the door from the common room open and slipped out into the dark halls of the lower levels of the school. Running as fast as she could barefoot, she hurried through the hallways, not stopping until she reached the Gryffindor common room.
She rattled off the password to the Fat Lady, who eyed her suspiciously. The portrait swung up as ordered, but she muttered something about the morals of the students these days as Ginny slipped into the dark common room. Upon Ginny's entrance, Lavender peered over the back of the couch, squinting at the door, trying to make out the figure looming there.
Ginny groaned inwardly. Of all the people in the Gryffindor house, Lavender had to find her. Lavender, the biggest gossipier in the entire school. As Ginny stepped closer, she saw the twinkle in Lavender's eyes. "Where in the world have you been off to?" she whispered, giggling excitedly. "You're not going to make me guess, are you?"
She wouldn't make Lavender guess, no. But she wasn't going to tell the truth either. "I drank a wee bit too much last night and I woke up in the Ravenclaw common room this morning."
Lavender frowned, her eyes dimming. "The common room?" She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "Really, Ginny, if you're going to get piss drunk, you might as well get dirty as well. But little safe Weasley wouldn't be able to handle that, would she?" Lavender sneered, turning around to the magazine in her hands. "Amazing how many girl's I've found sneaking in this morning that I never would have guessed," Lavender said off hand before shutting up and staring at the picture of a Muggle guy in a bathing suit.
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-present-
"People…will…talk," he grunted word for word, punctuating each one as rhythmic as the last one. Ginny looked right into his gray eyes, loving the shivers he sent down her back when he looked at her in the serious way that he did. Talk about what? Ginny wondered to herself. About my almost mental breakdown in the hallway? Or the way I ran out of the hallway at top speed? You can't mean that because you don't even know about my mental breakdown. Thank God. Ginny ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, brushing them back- away from his forehead. One of these nights while your sleeping I'm going to draw a lightning bolt on your forehead for kicks. Then we'll see how perfect you are, Mr. Malfoy. Just the thought of it made Ginny want to giggle. I could charm your hair black and steal Potter's glasses for you to wear, her thoughts getting carried away.
He brought her back to reality when she felt his mouth at the inside of her thigh. Ginny moaned, resting her head back against the pillow. He always took his bloody sweet time, tasting and nipping at everything and by the time he finally allowed her to do anything fun for herself, she was already spent beyond belief. "About…what?" she asked him in a quick pant, her voice getting higher at the end as he slipped his right index finger into her.
"You," he replied, slipping a second finger in to join his index finger, smirking at the animal-like sounds emitting from deep within her throat. The noises she made drove him on even harder and Ginny raked her fingers up and down his back, trying not to leave gashes because that would make him mad. She wasn't allowed to mark him as hers, never. She was a Weasley, after all, and no matter how pureblooded her family was, people never overlooked the red hair or the freckled face.
"Why?" she tried to ask calmly, but it came out as a gasp as he found one of her extremely sensitive spots. At that word, Draco's eyes shifted up to her face and he moved his fingers to the same exact place by memory, his eyes glued to her face. Ginny bit her lower lip, trying to show him it didn't affect her, but she was a horrible liar and it showed. A moan escaped from her mouth despite her efforts and she saw Draco smirk at her as he shifted his fingers, hitting the same fucking spot again.
"Because you didn't show up for classes yesterday," he told her, pulling his fingers out of her and running his hands up her waist, making her feel her own stickiness.
"And you're going to make me quite late for them today," she finished for him and he let out a low chuckle, slipping his finger into her mouth and forcing her to taste herself. Ginny stared right at him, running her tongue over his finger before wrapping her tongue around it and pulling it further into her mouth. She heard the soft moan from his mouth, which edged her on.
He regretfully pulled his finger back away, causing Ginny to pout at him, her swollen lips frowning down. He ran his hands back down her sides, cupping them around her breasts. Ginny arched into his touch as he teased her nipples. She rested her head against the side of his, her lips close to his ear. "I want to be on top, Draco," she murmured, running her tongue around his outer ear.
Draco moaned again, his hands sliding down to cup her butt instead. She wrapped her legs in his, using her weight to flip them over. Only when he got really worked up did he allow her to take control so forcefully. He, being a Malfoy, needed to be in control at all times. Yet, as the little redheaded Weasley ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, she took control over everything at the moment, enough to drive any Malfoy family member crazy, especially Draco.
"Gin," he warned in a low moan as she ran her tongue over his bobbing Adam's apple. Ginny smirked, setting a sweet little kiss on his neck before resting her head in the crook of his neck, facing the little black freckle in the middle of his neck. It was placed right next to that vein that stood out every time he got really angry. Ginny nuzzled against it with her nose, loving the feeling she got when she realized that she may not know much about his life, but she knew everything about his body.
"I'm so tired," she told him, her voice muffled by his skin. Draco ran one hand up her back, tangling it in her hair. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, as he felt hers. "And I'm so fucking sore," she complained, kissing the little freckle she adored to no end.
She didn't have to look to know he was smirking at her. Draco shifted his head to look down at the top of her head. "Then go to sleep," he whispered against her forehead, his lips innocently resting against it.
With that, Ginny closed her eyes.
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-past-Draco-
Where was she anyway? In Potions class? Sitting in the Great Hall, eating dinner? Out on the Quidditch field for practice? The last one seemed right. Ginny opened her eyes, looking down at the broomstick in her hand. Like she really wanted to get up and fall hundreds of feet in the air when all she could think about was him. And how the last Quidditch game in the season was in two days. Why did Harry decided not to play Quidditch this year? Ginny asked herself, walking out onto the Quidditch field behind Ron.
Even though the game was against Ravenclaw, Ginny didn't feel any better about the situation. He would be sitting in the stands with the rest of the Slytherin house, and she just knew he'd be watching her. How was she supposed to concentrate with his eyes watching her every move?
Ron turned around and looked at her when she stopped walking as they reached the entrance to the Quidditch field. From where she stood, she could see his eyes on her, all the way from across the pitch. Why is he here now? Other teams aren't supposed to show up during practice. Her heart sank as she watched him ease back into his seat, kicking his legs up on the bench in front of him, and raising an eyebrow as a challenge. Seamus, the team captain, cleared his throat in the middle of the field, which jerked Ginny out of her thoughts.
Seamus released the different balls and Ginny caught a brief glance of the Snitch as it zoomed off towards the stands. Not waiting around for the rest of the team, Ginny quickly mounted her broom and pushed off the ground before she thought twice about it. She had to prove herself to him now. She had to show him that she could, indeed, catch a little Golden Snitch. She could hear faint shuts of "Weasley!" from behind, but none of that mattered. She was in the air, where she felt like she actually belonged. The color of her hair and the amount of money her family had in the bank didn't matter up here, above the world.
She saw a flash of Draco's green robes as she flew by, trying to find the blasted little ball. The rest of her team joined her in the air, Seamus shouting out scenarios for them to work on. She pushed her broomstick faster, leaning forward to cut down on the air resistance. It was all about speed and precision in the end. She looped around the three goal rings, yelling at her brother to pay more attention as the Quaffle got through the goalpost. It headed right for Ginny, who pushed the front of her broomstick down and then spun her body sharply to the left, going into a spiraling dive.
She laughed her head off as she pulled back up only inches from the ground, skimming the fresh cut grass with her feet before climbing back up above the rest of her teammates' heads. As she circled above slowly, watching the action below, Ginny finally spotted the Snitch. She grinned when she saw it. What a perfect opportunity to get Draco back for those looks he'd been throwing at her all during practice.
Turning her broom around, Ginny gunned it as fast as she could. Even with the wind beating her red hair against her face, she saw his smirk fade away as he tried to figure out just what the hell she was doing. Surely she didn't plan to take him out in front of the rest of her team. Ginny grimaced as he swatted once at his ear. When he noticed she kept coming, Draco looked up, spotting the Snitch only two inches above his head.
He snatched it up with his own Seeker reflexes. Ginny pulled the top of her broomstick up as she got closer and closer to him. She stopped only a foot in front of his face, pulling her broom sideways to look at him. "Looking for something, Weasley?" he sneered, staring straight at her.
Ginny could feel the eyes of all her teammates on her back. Yet, at the same time, she saw those horribly beautiful gray ones looking right into hers. "Yes, I am," she whispered, pulling her broom even closer to him. She leaned so that her face was only a breath away. "I'm going to need that Snitch now, thank you very much."
Draco matched her glare, "And if I don't give it back? What will you do then, Weasley? Eat me?" he joked.
"Oh, it's not what I'll do, Malfoy," she countered. Stealing a quick glance over her shoulder to reassure her that no one was within earshot, Ginny looked right into his eyes. "It's what I won't do, Draco," she whispered.
When he heard this, his grip on the Snitch involuntarily loosened. Ginny grinned, snatching it out of his hand and spinning around on her broom, pushing it forward without a single glance back at a stunned Malfoy.
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-past-post Draco-
Ginny sat alone at the single, long table in the Great Hall. The teachers sat at the further end, talking and laughing merrily, as was tradition on Christmas. Yet, Ginny felt everything but merry. She glanced down the table and saw Draco looking back at her. She noticed right away he'd changed out of the robes he's worn to her room the night before. For the first time in her entire life, Ginny saw Draco Malfoy in Muggle style clothing. And she admitted to herself that he looked good, in those faded jeans and a simple striped turtleneck.
Ginny rested her head on her hand, her elbow supporting it on the table. She stabbed at the sausage on her plate, but instead of eating it, she just watched him watch her. What a way to spend Christmas, Ginny thought to herself. Staring at you're brother's and your friends' arch enemy and hoping he'll leap over the table and just take you on the wooden bench. Draco smirked at her, almost as if he could read her mind and looked down at his food, shaking his head to himself.
She wanted to yell something rude at him, for she could only imagine what he was thinking in that little mind of his. But she decided against it when she saw Professor Dumbledore glancing over the top of his eyeglasses at her. Ginny mumbled something to herself, stabbing at the same piece of sausage again.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders as someone took a seat on the bench next to her. "Merry Christmas," that same person whispered in her ear, slipping a small, wrapped package in front of her. Ginny put her fork back down, the mutilated sausage attached to it. She glanced down the table to realize that Draco was staring at her again. But this time he looked different. Almost angry.
"Dean, I don't want your present," Ginny whispered, picking it back off the table and handing it to him. "I told you last week and I told you that yesterday. It just doesn't feel right to accept gifts from you when we…" Ginny trailed off, looking down at her lap.
"We're on a somewhat break, Ginny," Dean reminded her. "It's not as if we agreed never to talk again. So why can't I just give you a gift as a friend?" he asked, pushing the box back into her hand.
Ginny sighed, giving up the fight. Why did she want to give up a present so badly? Maybe because she felt guilty about it, or maybe because Draco was watching everything happening between her and Dean and she wanted to prove to him that there wasn't anything between the two of them anymore. Ginny tore apart the wrapping paper quickly and lifted the top of the box back.
Ginny let out a gasp that everyone in the Great Hall heard. She set the box down on the table, lifting out a gorgeous sliver necklace. The chain held a charm with two letters on it - a G and a W. "Oh Dean," she whispered.
"Let me put it on you," he told her, taking the chain out of her hands before she could protest. He brushed her hair over her shoulder, pulling the two ends of the necklace together and latching it. He pulled her hair back behind her head and kissed the side of her face. "Do you like it?" he asked softly.
So many different emotions ran through her at the same time. She wanted so badly to throw the necklace in his face, to yell at him that he couldn't bribe his way out of everything he'd done. But at the same time, she wanted him to push her up against the wall and give her a reason to be merry. "Dean, I… I really don't know what to say." She looked down at the charm, which twirled inside a suspended circle magically.
"The rate of the spin matches your heartbeat," he explained. "The faster your heart beats, the faster it spins around on the chain. Cool, right?" He flashed her a wonderful smile that made Ginny want to disappear into the ground.
"Thank you," she stammered. Ginny ran her fingers over the cool silver and forced herself to look Dean in the eye. "You really shouldn't have."
Dean tucked her hair behind her ear, "I want to prove to you that I'm sorry," he told her, wrapping his arm back around her shoulder. "I want to show you that you can trust me again."
"Buying me jewelry isn't going to get me to trust you again, Dean," she snapped softly. "Buying me a necklace doesn't make up for the fact that you slept with another girl after the Yule Ball."
He kissed her forehead, "I'm trying, Ginny. Okay? I'm trying to prove to you that I'm really sorry for what I did. So can you just remember that for me, please?"
Ginny nodded and Dean smiled, bringing her in for a quick kiss. At that exact moment, Ginny saw Draco walk past, his hand rubbing against her coat. He didn't need to leave her a note to let her know he meant to bump into her. Ginny pulled away from Dean and watched over his shoulder as Draco left through the double doors. As he turned to walk down the hallway, he sent Ginny another quick glance before disappearing.
"I need to go do some research for my Potions essay," she told him, picking at the sausage before sliding it off of her fork. She drank a sip of her water and turned back to face him. "I'll probably be a little while. How about I meet you back in the common room around two?"
"It's Christmas, Ginny," Dean complained. "Can't you write your essay tomorrow? You need to have a little fun."
Ginny smiled sweetly. "And we will have fun, at around two o'clock, once I've finished my research all of us can go outside and have a snowball fight."
Dean sighed, kissing her one more time as she slid off of the bench. Without saying a word, Ginny headed for the door. She noticed the look Professor McGonagall gave her, but she choose to ignore it as she hurried out of the doors. She noted how fast the charm was spinning in the circle on her necklace as she almost ran down the hallway, making her way to the door of the Slytherin common room.
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