Breaking The Habit
By: Anti Darth Ani
Chapter Two: Opening The Wound
Author's Note:
Just wanted to clear things up before I start the second chapter. A lot of you reviewers wanted to know who the person Ginny is looking for in the present is. You're not supposed to know yet, you guys, sorry. Dodges tomatoes people are throwing at her Hey, don't worry!!!! You'll get more of an idea in the following chapters and you will find out soon enough. It's all coming in due time!!!!! I love all your wonderful reviews!!!! This chapter is for all of you! (And I love my readers that don't review as well!)
-past-Draco-
She held her books close to her chest, afraid of dropping them and then having to pick them up while being run over by the hundreds of Hogwarts students hurrying off to their afternoon classes. No, she'd be better holding them near her to prevent the embarrassment that always seemed to find her. Might as well make it a little harder to hurt her feelings this time around.
Walking down the mostly empty hallway now to the Astrology tower for class, Ginny thought about everything happening to her lately. First, she couldn't seem to get him off of her mind anymore. He always hid right there, in the back of her mind, those eyes staring right into hers, daring for her to turn away. Yet she never could. Those eyes had her transfixed, hypnotized to that look he gave her when he knew no one else would notice. That's the only time he ever dared - when no one else was around to see.
An arm reached out from an empty classroom, snatching her wrist and yanking her roughly into the room, shutting the door with his foot while he pressed her back up against the hard wall. She dropped her books, disregarded, to the floor like she always did when he managed to catch her alone. Just thinking about him always seemed to make him appear in front of her.
His hands automatically reached for the back of her upper thighs, lifting her slightly up off the floor. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him even closer to her until she finally caught the wonderful scent of his hair. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment while he pinned her more effectively to the wall. She managed to drape her arms around his neck. "Hey," she whispered right before he captured her mouth with his in a fiery, openmouthed kiss.
He kissed her liked no one else ever could. The raw power his mouth contained always sent her straight for the edge, but she had yet to reach it. They also got interrupted. Or else he would abruptly stop and calmly walk off after straightening his tie. He never allowed her to run her hands through his gorgeous hair. He didn't want her to mess it up before his classes. Neither one of them wanted their friends to know. Or anybody else for that matter. It was a secret they'd been keeping for the past two weeks, and they were very good at it.
He never spoke to her. Never. Ever since the first time he had kissed her, words seemed so wrong. She didn't bother trying to get him to answer her anymore. Words weren't enough for them - they never had been. Everything seemed useless except his mouth.
He found the spot quicker than usual today. He ran his tongue over it slowly, causing chills to shoot up her spine before he bite playfully at it. She arched her back off of the wall to press her body flush against his, holding onto his neck to steady herself. "Ohhhh..." she chocked out. "Oh God, Dra-" his mouth found hers again before she could let his name slip from between her lips.
She became too careless lately. Just the night before, she and Dean engaged in a little snog on the overstuffed arm chair in the dark corner of the common room. Instead of calling out his name is pleasure, she almost let his slip. Never again would she be so foolish. If Dean found out, surely he'd go straight to Ron, who would kill her.
His tongue pulled back out of her mouth and he began to pull away, like always. But for once, she didn't want to give him up yet. "Don't stop," she whispered and his eyes automatically locked onto hers. It was the first command she had ever given him. Mostly because he scared her to death. But for once, she didn't want him to control everything between them. Her legs slid down a little on his body while she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and pulled him even closer to her. "Don't ever stop," she whispered against his ear.
For the first time ever, he didn't send her a glare when she clung to his hair while he pressed her back up against the wall.
-present-
"Ginny?" a feminine voice called from the bedroom door. She wiped the tears away from her eyes, quickly before the door opened. She could still feel the taste of his lips on hers when she opened her eyes and saw Hermione's bushy head poking through the doorway. Stop thinking about him, she told herself, trying to grin at her worried friend at the door. You're only making it worse. He's fine. Hermione slipped into the dormitory and shut the door quietly behind her. Nothing's wrong with him. Ron's just wants to keep us apart right now while he tries to figure out how he missed it. "Are you okay, Ginny?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to her on the edge of the bed.
Ginny nodded, leaning her head slightly against her hand. Her forehead felt like it was on fire and yet the rest of her body froze to the touch. Something was definitely wrong with her and it steadily got worst. She stomach clenched to itself and nausea passed over her in waves. What she needed was a good, long night's worth of sleep. Skip classes for the day and just lay down, reassure herself that he, indeed, would pull through with whatever he struggled with at the moment. If only they would let her see him - talk to him. Ginny rolled her eyes at herself. Like he would want to talk to her, of all people.
"You don't look so good," Hermione commented lightly, resting the palm of her hand against Ginny's forehead like Mrs. Weasley had before Ginny started Hogwarts and insisted she was too old for this. Ginny pulled away from her friend's hand. "I feel fine," she lied. She didn't want Hermione treating her like a five year old. She handled her problems by herself, always had. She wouldn't change her ways now, of all times. Not when she needed most to just be alone.
"I think I'm going to try to sleep for a little while," she told Hermione sternly, Hermione's cue to get out, which Hermione totally understood. She nodded and slipped out of the bedroom as quietly as she entered. Ginny sighed and fell back against the pillows on her bed, closing her eyes and let out a small groan. Why was life always so complicated? Sleep was the remedy for everything, she decided as she crawled under her comforter and fluffed her pillow before closing her eyes and falling into an uneasy sleep.
-past-Draco-
"Fuck me," Ginny whispered against his ear. She knew he tried to restrain it, but a small moan escaped from between his lips. "I mean really, really fuck me," she murmured, brushing her lips against the outer lobe of his ear while he pulled her robes off of her. His hands ran up her arms, causing her to shiver slightly in anticipation. "Make me scream," she taunted him as his hands found hers, pushing them hard into the mattress by her head.
Regardless of Dean, she couldn't help but get caught up in the way he had the power to manipulate her body. She could go from dreading the double Potions class she had after lunch to forgetting she even had any more classes while he had his way with her. She told herself that sex wouldn't become something important for her until after she found and married the perfect guy for her.
The irony hit her hard and Draco ran his tongue over her nipple. Right... she thought to herself. That didn't happen exactly like she planned. Sex became a very important something to her during her sixth year at Hogwarts and she blamed it all on him. Because he held powers of her body no one else did - or ever could, she feared.
"Say it again," he commanded while he attacked her neck, biting slowly here and sucking painfully there. Ginny moaned, feeling how ready she already was and knowing he was just getting started. "Fuck me, Draco," she said a little louder this time. "Hard," she added and then smirked when his hand released hers to travel down to explore the rest of her body.
"Naughty...little...Weasley..." he grunted, talking more to himself than to Ginny. The naughty part made Ginny rest her hands on his shoulders. Her legs began to wrap around his waist and she knew in less than a minute she would be spent. She was already ready to come and he hadn't even done anything to her yet.
Ginny closed her eyes when she felt him against her entrance. Usually, he just did it quickly before she could say a word. But this time he waited, resting his forehead against hers. "Open your eyes," he softly told her and Ginny knew better than to disobey him.
As soon as her eyes saw his, he plunged into her. Amazingly, it didn't hurt anymore. At first, Ginny didn't feel anything, but when he pulled out and plunged back in, over and over again and at sickening speed, feelings came out of nowhere, overwhelming her. Her body pressed up against his and he, in return, pressed her harder into the mattress. She always came first - another one of the many powers Draco Malfoy held over her. His mouth found hers again as she came, trying to keep other Slytherins from hearing. The last thing a Malfoy wanted known was that he was fucking a Weasley.
Ginny's entire body collapsed under him, her eyes opening again after her orgasm, only to see Draco still staring down at her. "Mmm..." Ginny moaned, brushing back his sweaty bangs out of his face. "Fuck me again," she whispered and then grinned when he smirked at her request.
Ginny knew that every part of her body would be sore the next day.
-past-post Draco-
Ginny rolled over in her bed, gripping the sheets under her skin tightly. The pain in her stomach hurt like hell. A week had passed since the last time she felt any sharp twinges such as this one, but now they came back three fold. She shut her eyes closed even harder, squeezing until she thought she would blackout. It can't happen again. I won't let it. Just the thought brought the accompanying pain on her arm.
Gasping, Ginny sat up straight in her bed, pulling her burning arm up to her chest and clutching it against her body. Make it stop, she begged to herself. Please make it stop. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, but she refused to call for help. What caused this reaction in her skin? Looking down at her arm, she groaned when she saw the redness of the skin.
Suddenly, she let out a shrill scream when she felt something slice against her skin. Slowly and painfully, the skin tore itself apart from her arm, beginning to bleed profusely. Sucking in a breath of air at the sight of her own blood, Ginny scrambled out of the bed, snatching up her wand and pointing it at her arm. She hesitated, her wand tip only an inch away from the cut. Spells with her hand-me-down wand never really worked exactly like she planned. Did she really want to risk it now?
The pain told her yes, so she carefully muttered a simple spell under her breath. Automatically, the bleeding stop. A tingling feeling ran up her arm to her neck. Before she had time to relax, the cut burst back open, bleeding even worse than the time before it. Ginny dropped her wand to the floor and screamed.