Title: Addicted
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Summary: A year after THE break-up happened, Draco is still heartbroken. Ginny is getting married to some unworthy and ungod-like bloke, and Draco is invited to her wedding. Will Draco interrupt the ceremonies and reveal to Ginny that he's still in love with her or will he attend and let Ginny be happy with her new life?
Author's Note: The song used in this story is Addicted by Simple Plan, as the title have so dearly implied. Thanks to my sis for searching the lyrics. This fic is the result of me being addicted to the song. I just couldn't resist the temptation. Sorry! This fic is dedicated to all rockers out there and, of course, to whoever reads this crappy thing that I wrote.
"I'm sorry Ginny! I really am. I didn't mean to do any of this. Please don't leave me," pleaded Draco while blocking the doorway.
"I'm sorry too, Draco; sorry that I'd ever thought that we'd work out. Can't you understand that we were never meant to be? Please move Draco. Just move," replied Ginny, almost tearfully. She threw her ring at him.
And Draco moved.
I heard you're doin' ok
But I want you to know
I'm a dick
I'm addicted to you
It had been a year since IT happened. Draco was still devastated and heartbroken over IT. He wasn't the same man anymore. He used to have a lot of things to do, a lot of hobbies to occupy himself with, and he didn't use to drink. But everything became the opposite. Now, he stares into space, thinking about her. Every time he sees a redhead, he sees her. In fact, everything was about her. Of course, he had tried dating other people, nice ladies at that, but they had all been mediocre compared to her. She was incomparable to anyone he'd dated for the past twelve months. He would also spend his nights in his flat, drinking to his heart's content. In the morning, there would be bottles of alcohol, and the type of liquor even varied everyday. And it wasn't just that. He also used to smile and laugh. The last time he smiled was, well, he couldn't remember the last time he smiled. He was a changed man indeed, and it was all because of a certain redhead who crushed his heart into smithereens.
However, this particular redhead also known as Ginny survived the break-up pretty well, moved on, and found a new beau in a matter of months. They were about to get married in a week, actually.
Draco had already drunk three bottles of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey , hence, he was already very tipsy, but he still couldn't get her out of his mind. "Why? Why didn't I go after her? I thought that she'd never forgive me, but I actually had a chance, an opportunity. Shit! I am so stupid and dim-witted! Why did I even have to hurt her like that? And now it's all coming back at me. She'll be married in a week or so....to him. I hope they'll be happy." A snort. "Yeah right, Draco. Dream on. As if you really like her to be happy with her life. You want her life with him to be a living hell just like yours," he said while trying to keep his eyes open. He was fingering the engagement ring he gave her. Sleep was already beckoning him, but he struggled to stay awake. "But you can never do that to her, Draco because you still love her." And that was the last said that night as he gave in to slumber's calling.
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy
But you left anyway
A week ago, Draco attended a formal dinner in support for an organization giving humanitarian aid to refugees and victims of the war. It was just one of those events that socialites would attend to make them look good. In truth, he was hesitant to attend, nearly refusing the invitation, but it was for a good cause and he didn't want to be drunk that night. So he had attended. The evening was going by fairly well, and the food was delicious, not to say the least. He was just minding his own business and was eating his food quietly when he saw her. She was seated at the table adjacent to his. She was wearing a spaghetti-strapped green dress with her blazing, curly hair cascading down her back.
'God! Why is she here? Why the hell do I have to see her right now? Why does she have to look so gorgeous after all these months? And I had to look like a mound of shit tonight. Dammit! I have to stop staring at her like this, but she looks so beautiful, so lovely, elegant, dazzling, good-looking, attractive, so charming...I'm even running out of words to describe her beauty.'
She was laughing at what the person next to her said as she ate her pot roast. And then, she turned and found Draco staring at her. 'Damn it! Why is he here? Why does he have to be so handsome and unflappable tonight? Like he's so untouchable. After all these months, he still looks so endearing. NO! I can't think about these things. I'm getting married in two weeks for crying out loud! I can't still be in love with Draco...not after all these months...after everything...'
"Honey? Are you all right?" Ginny broke her stare and glanced at her fiancé, concern etched in his blue eyes.
"Yes, Damien. I'm all right," Ginny replied. She was having a hard time thinking if she should talk to Draco. After some minutes of consideration, she asked Damien a bit hesitantly, "Excuse me, dear. Is it all right if I talked to an old friend?"
"Of course. I don't mind at all," Damien said while drinking his wine.
"I'll introduce you later when you're done eating, okay?"
"Okay."
Ginny then stood up , straightened herself, and went to Draco's table. 'Oh my God! What am I doing? Why am I going to his table? Am I in my right mind?'
Meanwhile, Draco was trying hard not to look at Ginny, and was becoming more interested in his food every few seconds. 'Bloody hell! She's coming here. Eat Draco. Pretend you don't see her. Act cool. Be nonchalant. Breathe.'
Ginny was standing by his side already, and was finding the courage to talk to him after everything that happened. "Um...hello Draco," She said awkwardly while trying to keep her voice steady. It felt weird to say his name after all those months. Actually, it felt weird to see him again, but then again, there was the slight tinge of familiarity born out of the years they've been together. He was still as good-looking when they were dating. His hair was still as soft (she assumed) and as delicate. His skin still looked flawless. His eyes that were pools of mystery and passion were still the same. And those lips that gave her many pleasant memories were still the same.
Draco looked up, unperturbed. "Hello Virginia," he said coldly.
"I see you're doing fine."
'If you only knew my misery and the hell that I'm in right now.' "I see you're doing fine yourself."
Ginny sighed. She never knew that Draco'd moved on just like that. "I'm not going to beat around the bush," she said. "I'm getting married in two weeks....with Damien. He's sitting over there." Ginny pointed to their table. Damien was just finishing his dessert, an apple pie ala mode. She was waiting for Draco's reaction. Any indication probably....any sign.
Nothing came.
Draco was speechless. He could not and would not believe that Ginny was getting married to some bloke. And it felt like a knife through his heart. His heart that was already crushed to the tiniest bits, and then, it was stepped on by this beautiful girl in front of him.
"Well?" questioned Ginny.
"Well what? You're getting married in two weeks and what am I supposed to do about that? Jump for joy like a hysterical madman?" he answered icily.
"Well, I wanted to invite you to my wedding."
I'm tryin' to forget that I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker, heartbreaker, heartbreaker
It was the worst night of her life. Actually, it was the second worst night of her life. Ginny had a fight with her fiancé about a very shallow reason. Damien was still mad that she'd invited HIM to their wedding. She knew deep down that Damien was afraid that Draco might steal her away from him. Well, considering the amount of stories Ginny told her fiancé about that certain platinum-haired fellow, who wouldn't? And because Ginny was afraid that Damien might do something drastic like breaking off the wedding, Ginny decided to go to Draco's house to cancel the invitation. Damien insisted that she owl HIM, but Ginny wanted to say everything to HIM in person...and she wanted to say her last and final goodbye.
The rain was pouring hard and the wind was blowing fiercely, thrashing everything in its way. The trees were swaying to the wind's movements and the air was chilly and nippy. The sky looked like a mass of coal, inky black and thunderous. Ginny was standing outside, clutching her cloak close to her body in an attempt to warm it. She was regretting her rash decision. She could've owled HIM, but no. She had to be obdurate and impulsive. 'Why oh why do I have to be so stubborn? I couldn't talk to him...alone. Or is he alone? Maybe there's some girl in there and they're doing indecent things right now. I should stop having these thoughts, and I should go back home now.' But before she could stop her damn hands (they had a mind of their own), she knocked three times into the mahogany door.
Since the day I met you and after all we've been through
Still a dick, I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get you
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could just to keep you
But you left anyway
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Draco's eyes snapped open. His head was pounding as was the usual thing to happen when you've drunk a lot of alcohol. He was a bit disoriented, and he struggled to compose himself. He could hear the rain thundering outside, adding to his insufferable headache.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
'Ugh! Who could that be? In the middle of the night? Honestly. Stupid hangover. Well, that's what you get for drinking too much.' Draco then stood up, wobbling a bit, and went to the door. He opened it slowly and said, "What is the matter? Can't you see it's the middle of the night and you go-" Draco was surprised, no, he was beyond surprised; he was shocked. Standing there in the rain, drenched from head to foot was Ginny Weasley.
"Hello Draco. Look, can I go inside? It's very nippy here, you see."
I'm tryin' to forget that I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker, heartbreaker, heartbreaker
"Wha- what are you doing here?" Draco said as he opened the door for his ex-fiancé.
"I'll tell you later. I really need a fire right now, and could I have a cup of coffee, please?" Ginny was shaking fiercely, and she was almost blue.
"Okay. Just sit over here while I make some coffee." Draco then pointed his wand at the fireplace and mumbled something. Flames erupted instantly, illuminating the whole room. He then went to the kitchen to prepare coffee.
"Gee, Draco. Since when was the last time you cleaned up in here?" Bottles, bottles, and more bottles of alcohol littered the whole living room. Ginny was having a hard time making her way to the high-backed leather chair by the fireplace.
Draco came back to the living room, holding two cups of freshly-brewed coffee. "So, what are you doing here, if I may ask?" he asked while handing a cup to Ginny.
"Well, you see, Damien had a difficult time absorbing the fact that I invited you to our wedding, so we had a fight a few hours ago, and because I was afraid he might cancel the wedding, I agreed that I should take back the invitation, meaning we decided you shouldn't come to the wedding," Ginny said carefully, choosing her words deftly. She was trying not to make it sound like he was the reason of their fight when he actually was.
"Oh....I see," he replied, unruffled. "Well, I wasn't planning on attending anyway because you see, it would hurt like hell seeing you up there, getting married to this guy that I don't like, to say the least." A pause. " Actually, these past twelve months without you was hell. Every minute of it was... like walking on pieces of glass." Draco was avoiding Ginny's eyes and was staring in to the fire intensely. He mumbled the last two sentences, but she heard it nonetheless.
"Please don't tell me that. Don't tell me that," Ginny whispered, pleading.
"Don't tell you what?" Draco turned around and was now looking at Ginny, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Don't tell you what I felt? What I still feel?" He was trying hard not to lose his composure. "You left me... Just like that," he said as he snapped his fingers.
Ginny was breathing hard. "It hurt like hell too, you know. I gathered all my willpower just to leave you. Didn't you ever think that it was very difficult for me to leave you?" She was now near to tears. "I loved you, Draco. I loved you..."
"Well, I still love you. No, scrap that. I'm in love with you! And it doesn't make any difference, does it? Because you're getting married!"
Silence.
"Do you love him?" Draco asked carefully, knowing what the answer might be and hoping that it wasn't what he thought it would be.
"Yes...I- I love him...wi- with all my heart," she lied as she turned her eyes away from him.
How long will I be waiting?
Until the end of time
I don't know why I'm still waitin'
I can't make you mine
"If you really love him...with all your heart, then why can't you look me in the eye?" Draco questioned. He knew that she wasn't exactly telling the truth. He could see it in her brown eyes.
"Fine then," she said as she looked at Draco straight in the eye. 'Why do you do this, Draco? Why do you have to make things so difficult?....This is going to hurt like crazy, but I can't risk everything...I can't risk my life right now...I can't...risk getting hurt' Ginny took a deep breath and said, "I love Damien, and I am going to marry him in a week. I can't live without him."
That was the answer that Draco dreaded the most. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, but he still accepted it. He wanted Ginny to be happy with her life. "Ginny...I know that I've been hard to deal with, which I suppose is the reason why you left me, and it really hurt like hell. When you left me, I was so devastated and I felt stupid for not going after you," he said while sipping his coffee. "And if you think that I've moved on that well, you're wrong. I've been drinking hard, and that's where the bottles came from. I'm not telling you this just to get you back, well, if the situation was a week ago then I would probably. I never expected to see you again as a matter of fact. And when I saw you last week, it was a shock. I never saw you that happy, and I want you to be happy. So, if what's-his-name makes you happy, I won't attend your wedding, and you'll never see me again."
"Draco..."
"Don't Ginny. If you really love...Damien, just go and leave me alone," Draco whispered. It was very hard for him to let her go, but he loved her very much, and although he knew he'd just go back to...drinking afterwards, at least he knew that Ginny was happy and that would help him move on.
Ginny stood up slowly, thinking carefully if her decision was right. It took every ounce of willpower for her to walk towards the door, to not run back to Draco. And it took every bit of dignity not to cry and tell Draco that she still love him with all her heart, with all her being. There were already tears running down her face.
"Goodbye, Draco..." Ginny then closed the door and apparated to her flat.
I'm tryin' to forget that I'm addicted to you
But I want it and I need it
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never wanna do this again
Heartbreaker, heartbreaker....
Draco cried the whole night, hoping that his decision was right. Tomorrow he would send her a gift, telling her that he wished her happiness. And the day after tomorrow, he would try to move on...
I'm addicted to you, Heartbreaker...
Author's Note: I don't know if the lyrics were appropriate for the story. I hope it was. Anyway, I know the characters were very OOC. Sorry about that! I know that Draco wouldn't usually cry, but hey, he lost someone he loved. I guess anyone who lost their loved one to another person would cry. :c
And actually, this ficlet is a result of having a stubbed toe that bled for quite some time. I tried to use the pain that I felt to write this story. Well, I had a lot of pain to endure. Can you believe that my sisters and my cousin even stepped on that toe? So, yeah, had a lot of pain going on there. :s If you would like to review or condemn my fic, just press the button down there and condemn away. ^_^