Author's Note: Hey guys, thanks for the wonderful reviews! Now for the 18th installment of the story! Woo, 18 chapters! On with it!

I've been waiting for someone like you
To be waiting for me
This is more than I ever dreamed
And I dream on
I wish I could stay
I wish I could stay
Right beside you
We've come all this way
And I'm still looking after you. –Live for this ~LIT

Chapter Eighteen

~You can't come between~

"Well," she said, "that's too bad now, isn't it? You can't have me." She turned around and crossed her arms.

"Can't I?" he said stepping behind her and cupping her shoulders with his hands, she trembled slightly and could actually hear him smirk. Actually, he was just chuckling softly in her ear. "Just listen to me," he whispered, "get him to send you back. It's your life at stake here."

She jerked away from him. "Why do you care anyway?" she snapped. "Just go back yourself. You said it, it's my life, not yours, not Hermione's, mine. Now please, just let me live it in peace."

"He's rubbing off on you," Draco said and sounded oddly upset. So, she decided to upset him more… or at least disgust him

"Oh, he has done much, much more than that," she stated turning towards him and smirking. "The least he's done is rub off on me, Malfoy," He crossed his arms and scowled at her.

"Who in their right mind would do as much as touch… you?" he snapped angrily as he eyed her appraisingly. "You aren't even that appealing, Weasley. Your hair is too red, you have too much freckles, your eyes are too dull, and you are too proportioned as well. You're bloody little Miss perfect, face it, no one likes perfect people. Plus… you're poor; almost as low as being a muggle, except that it is lower." He smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"You'd be surprised at how appealing I can be."

"Then surprise me."

"No," she said casually and laughed nonchalantly. "If I'm not appealing, why do you want me then?"

"Because you're a feisty little challenge, I like challenges." He shrugged gracefully, she groaned inwardly.

"Well, I'm not some kind of prize." She glared at him and a smirk touched his mouth again.

"For one, I want to find out why most of the guys at Hogwarts go so mad over you." He took strands of her hair in his fingers. She eyed his hand. "Other than that saying about redheads… I wouldn't know what you do for them to be like that. Much less to riddle, who was as heartless as a rock. And he loves you now, he has a heart now; because of you." He leaned in and looked into her eyes; everything froze, everything became blurry. The only thing she could focus on was his face; the sharp features, the almost translucent skin. "What is it about you?" he asked and she noticed it was almost breathlessly.

"I don't know," she replied, trying to pry her eyes from him, but she couldn't. She then shrugged. "Find out for yourself." She then turned around, but he held her in place, she raised her gaze to his face again and saw him raise an eyebrow, grasping her upper arms. He smirked and kissed her roughly; she didn't even close her eyes, trying to push him away. But his grip on her was a hard one. This kiss, however, was very different of Tom's. While Tom's kisses were hurried and passionate, with a very bittersweet taste, leaving her restless: Draco's was slow, intoxicating; his lips pressed hardly to hers.

When he pulled back, she was slightly dazed and his taste lingered on her mouth. She sighed and touched her lips with her index and middle finger in mild amusement. And yet again, he smirked.

"Oh," he said, crossing his arms again. "I see…"

"So do I," said another voice. Ginny watched as Draco turned around and she looked past his shoulder to see Tom leaning against the doorframe, eyeing them boringly. He had his wand pulled out and was pointing it at Draco. "Charming little encounter," he sneered. "Enjoyed the view, I must say. She was restraining from you, Mister… Malfoy, I believe she called you."

Neither Ginny, nor Draco said anything. Draco, instead, fumbled with his back pocket and pulled out a long, thin, gold chain. Ginny recognized what it was and put her hand inside her gown, pulling what she wanted out and placing it in Draco's hand. Tom, meanwhile, was still talking, but for Ginny, it was just incoherent words.

"Ogay! Ogay eforebay ehay owsknay I'mway elpinghay ouyay!" she urged. Tom stopped talking and looked at her.

"Ywhay areway ouyay elpinghay emay?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows wildly, but not looking at her.

"Ouyay iedtray otay elphay emay... ownay ogay!" she whined and looked wildly at Tom. He made his way towards her just as Draco disappeared out of sight.

(A/N: The translation of the little dialogue is this:

"Go! Go before he knows I'm helping you!"

"Why are you helping me?"

"You tried to help me... now go!")

"You know I don't understand Pig Latin," Tom said eyeing her and putting his wand inside of his pocket.

"Oh," she said, attempting to sound convincing "Is that what that was?" He looked at her oddly and raised an eyebrow. She then wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't worry," she said "It's nothing. Now, how were your classes?"

"Er… as always…" he paused for a moment. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No," she stammered as he pushed her away slightly. "Really, I'm not." She then walked out of the garden and made her way across to the bedroom, where she sat cross-legged on the bed. Minutes later, he came in and placed his robe on a desk, she eyed him as he sat next to her.

"Why do you always walk away?" he sighed and stretched. He looked almost… human. Okay, so he was human… at least in appearance.

"I don't know," she said "Same thing if I asked you why do you always question everything?"

"Well, see, I do have an answer for that and it is—"

He was cut off as she threw a pillow at him and began giggling. He removed the pillow from his face and looked at his, one eyebrow raised. "Was that necessary?"

"What, are you afraid of pillows?" she asked and whacked him with another one, making him fall back down on the bed.

"Terribly," he said as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down with him, making her squirm with surprise. He then sat up and brushed his clothes. "I'm too old for pillow fights, Ginny."

"But I'm not…" she said and kneeled behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck, he chuckled slowly.

"Of course you're not," he said as she pulled away and he kneeled in front of her. Both kneeling on the bed, he took her hands in his and twined her fingers with his, while kissing her neck passionately. She smiled down at the top of his head.

"You always do that when you want something… what d'you want?" she asked as he looked up at her and smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Guess."

***

I lay with you in my arms; you fit so well in them. You're sleeping peacefully after we just ended loving each other, you're always exhausted after it, and you're not like many girls who can go two or even three times in a row. But you don't, you do it once and drift off to sleep. I can hear your heart thumping faintly in your chest, it has slowed down. But earlier it was beating rapidly, just as mine was, I know because I felt it too that time.

Time. What a stupid thing. It is what brought us together and it is what will drift us apart.

How could I allow myself to fall for you? Who are you? Are you that same little girl I possessed? You seem so different, yet you seem so alike. I look down upon your beautiful face; your fiery red curls are damp with sweat and your face shines while it is trickled with tiny drops of it as well. You brown eyes are closed, and you seem so innocent. Your naked figure cuddles up against mine, seeking for warmth because you are cold now. I don't blame you, you know, this Chamber is very cold.

But I am not cold, the complete opposite actually.

I feel a faint burning on my chest. You know what it is; I know you feel that same burning in your throat. It is the outcome of our little witchcraft. I see the way your chest rises and falls with every breath you take, and I wonder what exactly you are dreaming off. I know you do not want to be here anymore, so perhaps you are dreaming that you are back in your own time, with your family, your friends and all the people who do belong there with you. What happens to me then? Where do I end in your life? Do I just pass to be a memory?

Why do I love you? Did you put a spell on me? I need you. Don't leave. You cannot leave on your own… but I may put you back to your time.

I slowly kiss your forehead and I see your eyes flutter open. You smile at me and kiss my chest, sighing. You seem to know what has been on my mind. But you do not say a word of it. Perhaps you think I don't know that you can read my mind. You just said that I pass to be your memory. But I don't want to be a memory. I want to be the real thing.

I feel very vulnerable, and I do not like it a bit. I can't let you know my weaknesses. I stand up and wrap a sheet around myself. You pout as you lay on the bed now alone, you tell me to not go, to stay a bit longer. But I can't. I say to you a lie that I have to go and find something and I kiss you tenderly on the lips as you believe me. Yes, I do have to go find something, but not now. However, I will do it now, otherwise my love for you will come in the way between it. As I dress, you watch me intently, your dark gaze burning me. I smile at you before leaving and closing the door, and the last thing I see is you closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep again.

Author's Note: Okay… just a few things. I wasn't planning on making it a D/G fic… yet! =P Few chapters left too. Though that doesn't mean it is the ending. But I'm not spoiling anything for you people.  The song by LIT, other than it does go well with the chapter, LIT are also the initials of my story Leapt In Time. Cool, huh? Okay, what else… oh yeah! The title… it goes for two people… you figure out who. E-mail me at bluerainsquill@yahoo.com with the answers and the first three people to do so will get a teaser part of the 19th chapter for them to read. You must answer who are the two people that this title is directed to.

~Blue Rain