"Can't get enough of you"

By: Me

Summary: (D/G mainly, Hm/R on side.) After the first fight (which consisted of Draco getting pelted in the head with paper), Draco can't seem to get enough of Ginny's temper. He goes out of his way to provoke her, and they end up fighting. After getting caught they are forced to serve detention. together

Authors note: OK guys, this is the REWRITE. If you haven't read it yet, than feel lucky that you get to see my magnificent peice of work get BETTER. And for those of you who have read it, try and take a second look, ok? I won't add much to the plot or anything, but I think my style has matured a little bit at least. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Air Supply owns the song "Making love out of nothing at all" and J.K Rowling owns the people sniffle

Chapter one: Embarrassing Questions and Pillow Fights

I know just how to whisper

And I know just how to cry

I know just where to find the answers

And I know just how to lie

"Alright, you little Weasel," he began as he sneered down at the fiery little redhead that stood in front of him. Her glare would have peirced any normal person's soul, but since he was far from the dreaded normal, it didn't affect him. In the slightest. "You're the youngest of the litter. Sorry I don't know your name, there are just too many of you to keep track of."

Ginny's glare deepened, and then she blushed looking at the item in his posession, thinking about the wretched way their paths had crossed. The item he was now holding held the score to her latest potions essay. I'd rather Malfoy than Hermione, she thought with a small but wry grin.

The last time Hermione had found her terrifying potions score, it had been because Ginny, at three in the morning, had tried to flush it down the toilet. Toilets started singing, clogging and Ron had to come to the rescue, pajama pants and all.

So this time, she had decided that flushing things down the toilet wasn't going to work. So she tried the safer route. As she walked away from lunch, she crumpled up the terrifying score-bearing essay and chucked it behind her. And, just her luck, Draco - the ferret- Malfoy had been walking behind her.

"I'm not a garbage can, you know."

She turned on her heel, and sneered right back at him. "Oh, you could have fooled me!"

He rolled his eyes and tossed the crumpled paper up and down in his hand like a snowball. "What's this, Red?"

"Nothing," she replied quickly, and walked toward him to grap the paper.

"Not so fast." He moved away and opened the assaulting object. "Genius. Bloody hell, what work!"

Ginny tried to ignore the sudden heat rush to her face.

"This score's not bad, you know," he told her, smirking as he looked over the top of it. "If you're names Fat-ass Longbottom."

Her eyes narrowed, and she lunged faster than her mind could tell her not to. She snatched her paper away from him before he could stop her, and pushed him. "Shut your mouth, you git."

"Touchy. You're lucky I don't waste my time on little pigeons like you."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Well, you do seem to spend an awful lot of time with the pug though," she replied hotly, crossing her arms. The urge to flee the seen was unbearingly brilliant in her mind, but her feet stayed planted to the floor.

The instantaneous regret must have been apparent in her eyes for the slightest second, because rather than getting angry, Malfoy wore a thoughtful look. "You misunderstood me. I don't waste my time on dirty, untouchably poor pigeons like you."

"You bloody prat," Ginny started, taking a step toward him with a finger raised accusingly.

Before she could continue with her tirade, Harry's familiar voice broke the tension. "Ginny! There you are! I've been looking for you for ages! Mione and Ron are at it again, this time over chess. Ron called Hermione a cheater, and you know - " his voice trailed off as he looked at the expression on her face, as well as the amused one on Malfoys.

"A cheater?" He stated. "Not surprising, you know. I always thought she slept with both of you. It's a wonder Weasley just caught on." He paused, and looked at Ginny. "Although with my new-found knowledge on your genetic tracings, it makes perfect sense! You see, the sister is retarded as well."

The hiss escaped Ginnys mouth was quiet, so both boys took no notice of it. They did take notice however as Ginny's finger curled itself toward its comrades. The fist went flying at Malfoy's face before either of them could register what was happening.

The sound of the connection was a sick crack, and as Malfoy saw a nice peach blur, Ginny cursed up a storm, holding her bleeding knuckle.

Ginny shook this scene from her head, as she watched Malfoy walk away from them. Of course she didn't punch him. The git wasn't worth her time.

This, of course, was her lying to herself. If she had the chance, or the gall, Malfoy would have a few broken teeth.

Harry put his hand on her shoulder, as they both watched him walk away. "It's ok, Gin. We all knew that you were bound to be picked up on his radar some time or another."

"Oh shut it Harry," she told him, shrugging his hand off her shoulder.

"You know what? You do seem kind of touchy lately," he told her, and she turned to look at him. "Is it, you know, that time of the month or anything? I mean, I've heard stories from your brothers, and I really don't want to get in your way..." he trailed off and looked at the floor.

A pair of knowingly familiar voices drifted around the corner, Ginny stepped back from Harry quickly, her face bright red. "Harry!"

Simultaneously, Harrys face turned a nice shade of crimson, and he stepepd away from her as well. Ron and Hermione turned the corner at that moment, and surveyed the scene.

Hermione, the lovely quiet one, just stood with her eyebrows raised in a curious fashion.

Ron, the poor boy, took the situation differently. His already angry voice, from arguing of course, took a more threatening sound. "Harry! Are you snogging my sister?"

Ginny sighed the deepest sigh she could muster. "Do you really think you should ask that question? I honestly don't need to be embarrassed any more than any of you could possibly manage. Thank you for this enjoyable moment, dearest brother. I'll see you at dinner."

As she turned to walk away, she looked over her shoulder. "And since I know you're too stupid to really understand how anything in this world possibly works, I'll tell you in simple terms: No, Harry and I were not snogging. Not if it were any of your business if we were. Now, continue flirting with Hermione for a few more hours before dinner."

Could this day possibly get any worse?

Like all terrible days do, this one was soon coming to an end.

And at the end of the day, as Ginny was sitting in a perfectly wonderful overstuffed arm chair, next to the fire of course, she found that the day could most definitely get worse.

Ron still didn't believe what Ginny's quaint terms had described to him.

"Are you sure you weren't snogging my sister?"

"Ron!" Hermione snapped, glaring at him.

"No, ok?" Harry replied for possibly the fifth time that evening. "I most defintely was not doing anything like that with her! If you must know," Harry started, looking at Ron, "I was making sure Malfoy didn't tear her apart."

"Shut up," Ginny told him, looking at the pair. "That boy wouldn't know what to do with me."

Hermione grinned at her, and Ron snorted. "Gin, he could pick you up and throw you. You're probably lucky that Harry came around. The ferret probably doesn't know enough about common courteousy to know not to hit a girl."

"I think that would be the best thing to ever happen to him," Hermione interjected before Ginny could snap at Ron about that certain section of common courteousy. "He was so dumbfounded when I hit him. Could you imagine if, dear Ginevra, his enemy's little sister made him cry like a little girl?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm still confused," Ron interrupted Harry. "If you weren't shagging my sister, than why did you two look so suspicious?"

"It's nothing really," Ginny started, giving Harry a very pointed look.

"No, it's not. I just was asking her a personal question I guess."

Ron raised his eyebrows, and just as Ginny was about to tell Harry to shut up, he spilled. "I just asked her if it was, you know, that tiem of the month."

The guffaws rang out. "You have got to be kidding me," he laughed. "Oh man."

"It's not that funny, Ronald," Ginny replied through clenched teeth.

"Are you kidding? Yes it is!"

"It bloody well isn't, you prat!" Ginny yelled at him, throwing a throw pillow at him before storming up the stairs to her dormitory.

"You know," Ron whispered as the calm after the storm settled in. "I think maybe it is that time of the month."

Hermione followed her, knocking on the door. "May I come in?"

"If you must," came the muffled reply.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh Merlin, they are so exceedingly exasperating, Hermione!"

"Don't I know it. But just whom are you talking about?"

"All three of those gits. Malfoy goes out of his way to pick a bloody fight with me. Then, on top of the embarassment of being caught talking to the ferret, Harry has to mention the personals. And then on top of that, Ron just has to go around assuming I snog everything that moves!"

"Don't be too mad at your brother. He's just being protective."

"Oh shut it. You just think that because you like him."

Hermione blushed.

"And your reason this week for not telling me is..." she trailed off, leaving room for Hermione to chose her own answer.

"Are you kidding me? It's terrifying! There are so many other girls that just throw themselves at him -" she was interrupted by Ginny.

"Lavender does not count. Ron would have to be retarded to try and get in her pants."

"That's a terrible thing to say," Hermione reprimanded. "Besides, I don't want anything to get between us as friends."

Ginny picked up a pillow, and threw it at Hermione's face. Since she was entirely too focused on even this simple conversation at hand, she had no reaction time to try and stop the pillow. She laughed, and threw it back at Ginny.

Ginny picked up on from her room-mates bed, and hit Hermione with it, the feathers breaking out the seems.

The look on Hermione's face was priceless. They started laughing, before calming down. They continued discussing Ron, and how thickheaded he was.

Soon enough, they decided that it was time to leave and go to dinner. They left the dormitories with feathers in their hair.

Draco, on the other side of the castle, was sitting in his dormitory with Crabbe and Goyle. They were goggling over the newest issue of Playboy (imported by the loving Zabini).

He couldn't believe himself, but his mind kept replaying the scene over and over again.

That stupid girl hit him, and then proceded to call him trash.

Maybe she was insinuating that he was white trash? No way. Everyone wanted a peice of Malfoy.

Except her, obviously.

This was, at most, a challenge.

Malfoy shook any thought of this from his mind, and went to dinner thinking of schemes to keep Parkinson from making him lose his appetite. He even had the time to stop and pick on Longbottom for a few minutes before stepping into the Great Hall for dinner.

He watched the Gryffindor table, and seemed almsot fascinated with the way Ginny's face became flushed as she argued heatedly with her brother.

A scheme set itself in his mind.

TBC

Authors note: Ok, guys. This has taken me a while to produce, but I hope you like it anyway. Chapter 11 is in the works (although I'm unsure as to which computer I saved the works too...). Keep checking back, because I'm going to try and rewrite most of the chapters that I find to be crap. I edited alot of stuff out, but kept the basic plot line. Please review! And if you're reading this for the first time, don't be surprised if the next chapter is complete shit (not that this is genius or anything). LOVES!