Warning: language, violence
Ginny groaned loudly as the early morning sunlight hit her face. She reached blindly for her bedside table, yanking open the drawer and fumbling for the bottles of Hangover potion she had purchased yesterday. She uncorked one, rolling onto her back and tipping it into her throat before tossing the empty bottle onto the floor. Taking a deep breath, she turned to lay on her side, grumbling as she flicked her wand to close the curtains. She rolled her shoulders as she placed her hands together and under her head. A brief touch on her side followed by a strong arm pulling her closer caused her to smirk.
"Want another go from last night? I still have two hours until–" Ginny turned her head to look at the man, and her mouth dropped open. "No fucking way. Leave. Now!" She pushed herself away from Malfoy, clutching the sheet to her chest as she reached for her wand again.
"Like I haven't seen it all before," Malfoy drawled lazily, rolling onto his back to look at the ceiling. "You look striking, love."
"Get the fuck out!" Ginny screeched, pointing her wand at the blonde. He sat up in a flash, pulling her body to him.
"Don't you dare," he growled in her ear, running a hand down her spine.
"I want you out of my house. Never come back," she pushed against his chest, trying to break his hold on her. He coolly lifted an eyebrow, looking down at her petite form.
"See, I was under the impression that this was going to be a romantic reunion. Obviously, I was wrong."
Ginny violently shoved him away, grabbing a large jumper from her drawers to pull over her head as she watched him in the mirror. She glared at him in the glass.
"There is, and never will be, anything romantic between us."
"Hmm, see, that's where you're wrong. We have history. Lots of history."
"No. We. Don't." Ginny said between gritted teeth, fondling her wand. "I'll give you one minute to leave."
Draco took a step closer to her, smirking as he raised a hand to cup her chin. "I'm not leaving, love," he remarked, brushing his thumb over her lips. She narrowed her eyes, grabbing his wrist. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her other wrist with his free hand, twisting it back. She let out a quiet cry, gritting her teeth as she stared daggers at him.
"Drop it," he suggested, tilting his head to look at the enraged witch.
"Go fuck yourself," she uttered. He shook his head and bent her wrist farther back. Her brows knotted together, and she dug her elbow into his stomach.
"Don't play dirty," he warned, grabbing her elbow and bending it behind her back, bringing her chest flush with his. She smiled with sickening sweetness.
"That's the only way I know how to play." She rubbed her hips against his, noticing his silver eyes darken.
"I remember," he said huskily, licking his lips. Malfoy snapped her wrist back, making her yelp in pain. She dropped her wand and he leaned down to grab it, still holding her arm behind her back. "Now, let's talk for a little bit."
"There's nothing to talk about," she snapped, rubbing her wrist as Malfoy released her arm. He twirled her wand in his hand as he paced around the room in just his drawers.
"Let's see. The last time I saw you, you threw a fireplace poker at my head and screamed that you never wanted to see me again. You broke it off with absolutely no explanation. Since we haven't talked in six months, I'm sure you've had some time to think of an excuse." Malfoy tapped his finger against his chin, mocking her.
Ginny gritted her teeth and grabbed her purse off the floor, rummaging inside for her cigarettes. She couldn't deal with him right now without a cigarette.
"Great habit," Malfoy quipped darkly.
"You got me started," Ginny snarled, turning to face him again.
"Really now? I suppose I also bought you weed, lit the bowl, and forced you to smoke that as well?"
"It's just pot. It's not going to hurt me." Ginny rolled her eyes as she leaned against the window sill.
"I don't like you doing it though," Malfoy stated, crossing his arms. Ginny snorted.
"And I care because..?"
Malfoy was standing in front of her in a flash, one hand holding her throat lightly.
"You should care," he hissed, his fingers flexing against her skin, "because I don't want you to end up some pathetic, worthless junkie, strung out on the streets and selling your body for drugs."
Ginny spat in his face.
"For the last time: fuck off," she said clearly, tilting her chin high. Malfoy tightened his grip on her throat, watching as fear crept into her eyes.
"I'd rather fuck you," he said lightly, looking down at her exposed tan legs. He smirked. "Oh, that's right. I already have."
"Leave," Ginny snarled, shoving Malfoy back with both hands. She lunged for her wand, and Malfoy kneed her in the stomach.
"You bloody...bastard," Ginny choked out, holding her abdomen with both hands. She looked up, murder in her eyes.
"I swear, Ginevra, I will put you in a full Body-Bind unless you cooperate," Malfoy explained calmly, tossing her wand up in the air and catching it. Ginny slumped onto the floor, head against the wooden boards.
"Talk," she spit out, her voice vibrating with rage.
"Why did you break up with me?" Malfoy asked in a relaxed manner, sinking down against the bedpost. Ginny gritted her teeth against the floorboards.
"You ruined my relationship with my family. They disowned me because they found out I was sleeping with you," she hissed, feeling her abdomen for any new breaks. "I have three nieces and two nephews, and I've never met them because I'm no longer associated with my family."
"That's unfortunate and all, but this isn't just my fault. You broke my heart," Malfoy stated in a neutral voice. Ginny looked up at him.
"You don't have a heart," she sneered, gesturing at her abdomen.
"I stayed with you for two years. I would assume that would mean I'm capable of caring."
Ginny sat up, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes, attempting to stem her hate while she crossed her legs.
"How long have you been watching me?"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"I haven't been."
"How did you know I'd be at Wood's party?"
"Lucky guess," Malfoy admitted, standing up to search for his shirt. He pulled it off the ground, tugging it over his head. He froze when he felt a sharp tip nudge his Adam's apple.
"I want you to leave. Never, ever come back," Ginny threatened, shoving his trousers into his hands. "You ruined my life. You have thirty seconds. If you're still here after that I will kill you and use your blood to paint my house, I swear to God."
Malfoy nodded slowly, taking a cautious step backwards. He watched as Ginny lowered the knife to her side, staring at him with all the disgust and loathing in the world. The doorbell rang, startling them both.
"Wand," Ginny ground out, looking out of the window. "Now!" she ordered when Malfoy stayed rooted to the spot. He stiffly tossed her the wand, pulling his trousers up. Ginny glanced at her clock, letting out a string of curses.
"The kids I watch are here. You need to leave."
"You watch Muggle children?" Malfoy sneered, glimpsing the Muggle car parked in the driveway.
"It's my income. Get out," Ginny advised, staring daggers at Malfoy.
"Even for a blood traitor, that's a new low," Malfoy ridiculed, turning his back to leave.
Ginny curled her lip. There was a sudden crash! as the heavy book end Ginny threw hit the wall mere inches from Malfoy's shoulder. He turned, eyes on fire. Ginny held her wand pointed at Malfoy's chest, eyes narrowed.
"You little bitch," Draco whispered, pulling out his wand.
"Stupefy!"
"Sectumsempra!"
Ginny fell back onto the floor, screaming as blood gushed from her chest. Draco smirked as he easily dodged the spell, loosely tossing his wand in the air. He then crumpled to the floor, face first.
"Malfoy, wake up you stupid bloody git!" Ginny cried, her stomach jumping into her throat as she watched her blood pool on the floor. Her tears coursed down her cheeks, stinging as they mixed with her blood. She was utterly defenseless. She began hyperventilating, inhaling deep breaths of air one after another. Her head flopped to the side as her eyes fluttered, rolling back in her head. The world became very bright, then quickly darkened.
"You...foolish little...girl," Malfoy muttered to Ginny as he pulled himself over to her limp body. "You should know...not to trifle...with me."
Severus had warned Malfoy not to ever use Sectumsempra unless he never wanted his opponent to rise again. Ginevra had pushed his buttons, and he knew she secretly loved seeing him enraged. She wasn't scared of him; that was an act to make him feel powerful. He'd been inside her mind before, knew how she set up her defensive acts.
This was the farthest he'd ever been pushed by the little witch, and he snapped. It was cowardly of her to throw something at his back, yet intentional not to hit him. She'd been a Chaser; she knew exactly how to aim. She missed him purposely, and that was what infuriated him. He taught her to mean it when she went to hurt people, and deliberately botching the throw made her weak in his eyes. The same thing had happened with her spell; her eyes had flicked to a spot over his shoulder, and he knew she didn't want to hit him. The only problem was that she had no idea he was going to hit her with such a dark curse. Malfoy wanted to cause her real pain, wanted her to know how bad their break-up had hurt him, since she seemed not to give a rat's arse about their failed relationship.
He knew she believe his anger was only because she wasn't his trophy to show off anymore, wasn't his call girl. She had no idea that he longed for her every night, that her eyes were imprinted in his mind whenever he blinked. And those thoughts made him sick with hostility.
Malfoy rubbed his forehead, glancing behind him. Ah. He examined where he had been standing before he fell, realizing that his position had been halfway in front of the mirror. The Stunning Spell had rebounded off the surface, weakening the spell but carrying it out nonetheless.
He turned his attention back to Ginny, mustering enough concern to kneel over her limp body and pass his wand over her chest.
"Vulnera Sanentur", he murmured, watching as the blood ceased to spill. He passed his wand over again, noting that the edges of the cuts began to fuse together in thin, irregular lines. He stood, cleaning the blood off of Ginevra and himself with a quick spell. He easily picked her up, sliding one hand under her knees and the other supporting her upper back as he carried her to the bed. Malfoy unceremoniously dumped her on the bed, glancing back at her for a moment before heading downstairs.
He smoothed his shirt down, and mentally prepared himself to speak to Muggles.
"Hello Ginevra, is everything–oh! I'm so sorry, is Ginny available?" The young woman standing in front of him bounced a toddler in her arms.
"I'm sorry, she's come down with an awful...flu early this morning. Poor thing is violently sick, and she doesn't want to spread it to the children." Draco adopted an apologetic face as the woman fumbled with her telly-phone or whatever the contraptions were called.
"Not a problem, she's always watching the kids, it was only a matter of time before her immune system crashed. Give her my love and tell her to feel better." The woman turned with a small smile, patting the child's back. Malfoy took this as a sign to close the door and mutter a locking charm. He went back upstairs, observing the small up and down movement of her chest. Her eyes opened weakly.
"Why?" she groaned, closing her eyes tightly.
"So you can explain why you crushed every bit of me," he explained lightly, standing near the end of the bed.
"We were nothing," she said quietly.
"That's not true. We both know that."
"All we did was fight!"
Malfoy crossed his arms.
"Does it hurt to miss me?" Ginny shook her head. "Don't lie, it's beneath you."
"I'm not lying," she ground out, weakly pulling a pillow over her head.
"If it still hurts, you still care," Malfoy said quietly, turning on his heel and closing the door with a furious bang.
Let me know your thoughts on this...it's supposed to be a very dark, very angst-y look at Ginny and Draco's relationship.