Breaking All the Rules

Chapter nine

Breaking All the Rules

Saying Thank You

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Draco's eyes opened blearily and it took a while for his focus to set. There was a lot of light in the room which didn't help his case. His head was throbbing and his side was aching. He looked from side to side to see where he was. After arriving at the gate on the island everything after that was foggy, like it was now. He tried to get up but as he did a sharp pain tore through him and he groaned loudly. But the noise he made coursed through to his head and it banged even more. It resulted in him just falling back onto the pillow.

"Stop moving then," he heard. His eyes opened again and looked around. Ginny was sitting in a chair next to the bed. Her eyes were full of sleep and her hair was disarranged. It looked as if she had slept in the chair.

"What are you doing here?" he asked before mentally swearing at himself for making so much noise.

She didn't look as if she had an answer. "I'm making sure you're alright."

"Why, to check on whether the murderer can still track you down? Well congratulations, you have a few more weeks to live." He covered his eyes to block out the light.

Ginny got up and walked to the door. He thought that perhaps he had caused her to leave but she returned with a cup in her hand. "Blaise said to drink this when you woke up."

He looked at her and then at the cup questioningly. "So I wake up and immediately you want to poison me?"

"I didn't make it, if that's what you mean. Julia did. I drank one as well, Blaise said it would help my headache."

"Julia?" he asked momentarily perplexed.

"Yes, she came with us if you can remember," she said sharply.

He looked at her incredulously. The impertinence. "Not really, the events are quite groggy after I was hit seven times in the ribs. You know, that does tend to alter the memory pattern a bit wouldn't you think?"

Ginny huffed loudly and slammed the cup down an the bedside table. "Look, you saved my life, thank you. I called you a murderer, I'm sorry. I bit you, I caused you to get hit and almost killed, I'm sorry. Alright, I'm sorry, but I am not being subjected to this torture of what I have said to you just because you - can't - let it - go!" she yelled but stopped instantly when his eyes shut even tighter and realised the reason she had to give him the cup. She stood in silence.

After a moments silence she looked at his still form and wondered if she had rendered him unconscious. "I take it from the fact you are no longer echoing in my brain that you are thoroughly done?" he asked softly.

She stood back a little and said, "Yes."

"Good, what's in the cup?"

She looked at the cup she had slammed down and picked it up again. "It's for the head ache."

He looked at her and then at the cup. Instantly he stretched out his hand for it. It was times like this he loved having Blaise as a friend, empaths were the essential remedy. They knew not only how you felt but how you were going to feel and therefore are able to brew any pain relieving potion in your time of need. He drained it and felt the tension in his skull relieve instantly as he relaxed into the bed sighing.

She sat back onto the chair and watched him as he gingerly sat up, despite the pain. Even she winced when he groaned loudly to the room.

"I am sorry, you know, but I didn't ask for this," she said quietly.

"Oh, and you think I did?" he said irritated holding his stomach. Something inside was burning. Ginny looked at him, she had done that too. It must just be an effect of the potion.

She looked to the floor. "It's not your spouse that wants to kill you is it? If I had known that after he had vowed to honour and keep me that he would dishonour and kill me I would have said 'I don't' instead." She dropped into the chair again and sighed on impact.

He laughed a little and winced at the pain again. "Stop making me laugh, you're killing me. Literally." She smiled. "Besides, be thankful. At least he didn't do it himself. I, at least, always make it painless."

She looked incredulous. "Really?"

"Yep, it's my policy."

"So how come I'm not painlessly dead yet then?" she asked.

He fell silent and awkwardness followed it with a vengeance. They both looked away from each other but Ginny's interest peaked when he wouldn't answer.

"Well?"

He turned to her. "Well what?"

"Why do you keep saving me? Blaise-."

"Blaise talked to you?"

"Well, yeah on the island."

He chuckled and turned to the bedside table. "Could you pass me my wand please?"

"Wh - what are you going to do?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to give you what you're asking for." Her look made him laugh even harder. "I'm just joking, I want to get rid of this damn annoying pain in my side. Please, I won't touch you I promise." He put his hand on his heart and smiled.

She reached for his wand and held it out to him. "You shouldn't make jokes like that to someone you are contracted to kill."

"I'm not contracted to kill you, it doesn't work that way," he said taking it from her.

"Then, why do you assassinate people?" She said as he muttered a spell under his breath.

"I already told you, because I'm instructed to. Haven't you seen our motto? "Numquam Sine Canes Te Degraver" We live by it, 'Never let the bastards hold you down.' We aren't owned." He stood up to test the spell he had cast and stretched.

"So... It's voluntary?" she said watching him.

"You could say that. It's an agreement. I kill who you want me to and you pay me, we never talk about it, it never goes public. If something goes wrong, I don't know you, you don't know me."

"Crime doesn't pay, Malfoy."

"I think it does," he shrugged. "The hours are good. Oh - you travel a lot."

She shook her head not believing what she was hearing. "And people actually follow this?"

He nodded. "You'd be surprised."

"Like who?"

"For legal and other such reasons I am not inclined to answer that."

She looked a little put out. "Why not?"

"Because, my dear girl, I don't want to." He threw on a shirt and walked outside. "Where's Blaise?" he asked.

"He went out with Julia hours ago. I haven't seen them since."

He turned and came back inside. He saw the other empty cup on the table his had come from and once again noted her disheveled appearance. "How long have you been in here?" he asked.

She shifted on the seat. "Not long," she said uncomfortable with the change in subject. He eyed her curiously not breaking contact. She blushed and looked to the floor. "Stop staring at me like that."

He raised an eyebrow. "You've been in here since they left haven't you?" he said knowingly.

She frowned. "No."

He smiled at her defensive answer. "You have haven't you?" he smiled. "Why?" he narrowed his eyes. "And, before you speak, remember I am trained to know if you're lying."

She opened her mouth a series of times to answer and this only made him smile more. She gave up and huffed before getting up to storm out of the room. She didn't get very far though as he grabbed her arm and spun her around pulling her to him.

"Why?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and something stirred. She tried to pull away weakly as if she didn't really want him to let go. Her eyes closed as he kissed her, it was dizzying and she clung to him not daring to let go. She pressed closer to him as his hands ran down her back and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her mouth opened instinctively to him as he deepened the kiss. He could feel her body melting against him as her arms tightened around his neck. He resumed placing his hands and lips on her body, eliciting a soft moan from her, which only encouraged him to continue. She held on to his body feeling every movement he made with her and felt his hot breath on her neck. Finally, she just let go.

***

Ginny jumped up into a sitting position when she awoke. It took a few moments for her brain and eyesight to catch up, but when it did she gasped and looked around. Lying next to her was Draco asleep. Oh God.

Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Oh god. What have I done?

She jumped out of the bed taking the top sheet with her. "Oh, okay wake up, wake up, wake up right now!"

Draco didn't move.

She looked around in blind panic for something - anything to wake him up with as she couldn't - didn't want to touch him right now. She had done way too much of that already.

Her hands found the cup he had drank out of a few hours ago and instinctively she threw it at the bed.

"Bloody hell!" he held the bridge of his nose and opened his eyes. As they fell on her, a glare was all he could manage. "What the hell did you do that for?" he wailed.

"What did we do?" she asked hoping what she remembered was all just a hallucination.

"What?"

"What - did - we - do?" she stated again.

He looked at the bed and the state it was in. "Um," he said slowly. "I don't really remember, but I think we-." His sight then found the cup that she had so expertly thrown at him. He quirked his head to the side. Blaise, he thought in anger.

"Oh no, no don't - don't say that. We couldn't have done that. I would never do that. I'm married, Merlin's hell!" She took her head in her hands and fell to the ground.

"Bastard," she heard. She raised her head and looked at him. He had begun to dress. "You said he gave you one of these to drink too?" He held the cup in his hand.

"Yeah... Where are you going?" she said as he made his way past her. "We need to sort this out."

"Oh I'll sort him out, don't worry." He opened the door and stormed outside. "Blaise!" he yelled.

She followed him out and stayed by the door with the sheet as her only protection. Him? What is he on about? She quickly went back in the find her clothes - well, his clothes actually, and put them on before running after him.

***

"Well, do you think we can go back inside now?" Julia said as she got up off the grass. They walked up the driveway to the house.

"I suppose, but if they're arguing again I'm coming right back out."

"I shouldn't think so, we gave them two full doses. They should still be asleep." Blaise opened the door and walked inside becoming weary of what he might sense. He lowered his barriers ever so slightly before raising them again. "Oh my god," he said slowly.

She stepped inside and immediately felt it too. "Whoa, how intense is that?" she said raising her hands as if there was an object right in front of her. "How long have they felt this way?"

"Since school I think," Blaise said before his gaze snapped to the stairs. There was nothing there but he was well aware that someone was going to be storming toward them.

"Blaise!" he heard as he felt the anger rushing through the lust in house. Instantly, Draco appeared at the stairs and started running down them. He knew what Draco was angry at, so did Julia as she began to tense at Draco's mood.

"Oh shit," he smiled and glanced at her. "Run." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards the door.

"Blaise, get back here. I want a word." He began to run faster taking the stairs in twos

"Not right now Malfoy," he laughed as he and Julia ran through the door.

"Zabini!" Draco ran after them as they went down the stairs. Julia broke away and ran down the driveway to the front garden they had just come from.

"Where are you going?" he laughed.

"I want no part of this!" she said laughing.

"Well, considering you made it." She laughed even more as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back on the path they were running on.

"You don't think that we owe it to them to give ourselves up? I mean, you'll have to go back sooner or later, it's your house," she panted as they gained more speed. Draco was a lot faster than they thought.

"Not really," he said looking back as Draco called his name once again. "I have others." He stopped in his tracks as he looked back in front of him and grabbed the back of Julia's top to pull her back. A few metres ahead, Draco had apparated in front of them with a smirk on his face.

They made to run in the other direction but he was there too when they turned around. There was nowhere to run.

Draco's anger seared through him and both empaths winced as he walked closer. "Oh, yeah he's really angry at me right now."

"Use it as a goal. If you can fight this you can fight anything," she whispered to her side. They both smiled.

"Well this was quite the headache potion, Zabini. I simply can't understand how you figured out that it was just what I needed." Still smirking, he twirled the handle around his fingers before throwing the cup to Blaise who caught it with ease.

"Well, I'm glad it worked out for you. At least it's not your head that throbbing anymore." Julia snorted at his comment and tried hard not to laugh. She pursed her lips together and turned away.

His gaze snapped to her. "No doubt you're brilliant potions skills had a hand in this too." She looked at him. "Just so you know, Ginny is practically in tears at committing adultery back there, I'm sure you'll want to apologize to her when you get back. Next time, maybe you should try to help more than us," he said motioning his hand between them, "and help others in the same situation." He turned and walked back to the house leaving the other two in silence.

They both looked at each other. "You know, normally people are much happier. I hope I'm never around when he has sex again," Julia inserted before they burst out into laughter once more. They didn't hear when Draco began to laugh too.