"Can't get enough of you"
By, Alex
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
Disclaimer: Air Supply owns the song "Making love out of nothing at all" and J.K Rowling owns the people *sniffle
Chapter 2: Blonde's aren't all they're cracked up to be, but neither is detention.
~**~I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream~***~
Draco sat extremely still, watching the Gryffindor table with earnest. The game last week he had won, easily catching the snitch. His teammates had been happy, and the Hufflepuffs, good losers.
Something red caught his eye, and he turned to look toward the entrance of the Great Hall. It was Friday morning, the last day before no classes. He saw Harry Potter lean over and tickle Virginia Weasley and his eyes narrowed. He wished he could have taken Ron's place as the older brother smacked Harry upside the head for "flirting". His eyes narrowed at Potter, and he followed their every move until they sat at the table.
"Someone's interested in ratty Gryffies today," Pansy purred, sliding up next to him.
Draco turned to her, a look of disgust on his face. Then he heard it; a shriek, from the Gryffindor table. His head snapped in that direction and he stood up, his bench sliding behind him, making a noise. He tried to catch her reaction.
He did. He looked into her eyes and saw the hurt. He felt bad for a split second, until that hurt turned into anger that seemed to seep from her body. He grinned, and looked at her, taking in the full effects of the potion he told one of the house elves to slip into her drink.
Her robe seemed tighter, but he wasn't sure if that had to do with the potion or not. It set off her curves. He wasn't a blind man; he looked, much to his own dismay. His eyes finally strayed to her face and saw the fury look in her eyes. Potter sat next to her, gaping, his mouth hanging wide open. Draco stood up and caught his eyes with his own. He smirked smugly and flicked his eyes in Weasley's direction. He raised his eye brows and then finished off his pumpkin juice still standing. Then he turned and left the Slytherin table feeling a heated gaze on his back. He turned and smirked at Potter again before leaving the Great Hall all together.
"Malfoy!"
He turned at the sound of his name emitted from the female's mouth. Her cheeks were flushed and the normally red curls were flying everywhere as she chased after him. But now they weren't red. They were a platinum blonde, and the owner was pissed.
"Oh, hello! Nice hair," he raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Never knew you wanted to be a blonde."
"Sod off you bloody weasel. Fix it now," she fumed.
"Fix what? I didn't do anything," he said with a mock innocence he knew she could see right through. It only infuriated her more.
She tried to keep her anger under control and failed miserably as she stared into his handsome smug looking face. Maybe if she could just scrape her finger nails down those perfect cheeks he'd stop looking so damn smug.
"Hey, maybe you should keep it!" he slowly walked toward her, strutting the whole way as she clenched her fists at her sides. "Maybe Potter like's blonde's more," he whispered standing above her so she had to look up. "I know I do."
Suddenly he was on the ground with a weight on his stomach. He looked up at the blonde Weasley that had tackled him and then all he could see was a peach blur out of his left eye. He moaned in pain and turned onto his side as the weight was lifted off him. He could hear Potter's voice in the back of his mind as he tried to open his swollen eye. Even that would be an improvement. He couldn't sit up at this point.
As soon as Harry pulled her off him, Ginny instantly regretted what she did. The pain flared in her knuckles as she heard Malfoy moan in pain and roll over and she grinned despite herself. If this stupid mofo was gonna turn her hair blonde and think to get away with it, he had another thing coming. She grimaced as she rubbed her knuckles.
"Ginny," Harry whispered warningly as they heard two teachers coming toward them.
She glared at Malfoy. "Fix it."
"What's going on here?" McGonnagal asked.
"Ferret boy dyed my hair blonde somehow," Ginny told her, still fuming and cradling her hurt hand to her chest.
"How do you know it was me?" he asked, coughing as he tried to sit up.
"Good point Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled looking at the situation.
"I can vouch for Ginny sir," Potter stepped in, much to Malfoy's dismay. He wasn't supposed to get called on for this prank! "I saw him give something to the house elves last night."
"Just like him to be sleeping with the elves," Malfoy drawled lazily. "I thought you had money Potter."
"That will be enough Mr. Malfoy," McGonnagal snapped. "You two will receive detention."
"But!" Ginny protested. She hadn't done anything!
"May I remind you that you just hit Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked as McGonnagal prepared to leave. "Meet me in the Potions Class room tomorrow night for your first night's worth of detention. You will be scrubbing out all of my old cauldrons so bring some gloves. Leave your wands behind. There will be no magic allowed."
Ginny turned around after the teacher's left and glared at Malfoy. "This is all your fault," she told him through clenched teeth.
Malfoy stood up and leaned against the wall behind him, and looked down at her. "Last time I checked, I didn't care," he told her smirking and then turned to leave her fuming with Potter. "So you tomorrow night, Ginny- love!" he called over his shoulder.
He heard a scuffle of feet and her voice scream "Let go of me Potter!" He let out a cruel laugh as he turned toward his first class. ~*~
Ginny lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep and failing miserably. Her hair would be turned back to normal Sunday morning and she had to wait until after her detention with that---that---that thing before Madam Pompfrey could see her to change it back to her normal red hair.
She looked over to her bed-side table where the water dripped from the ice pack she had let melt there. She grabbed the book next to her table and turned to the page she had marked. It was a Harlequin Romance, and as corny as it sounds, she was in love with them, as was her mother. She was more feminine than she let on most times. She set the book down for a moment and pulled all of her hair into a bun. The warm late summer breeze drafted in and she stood in her Pajama pants and shirt and went over to the window to look out over the lake. Some thing broke the surface and she looked dreamily out at the squid tentacle.
As the cool air met the goose bumps on her arms she shivered slightly suddenly seeing Malfoy's cold gray eyes in her mind. She shook her head slightly, feeling her hair move with her head. How could he do something so cruel? She fingered the back of the bun and sighed unhappily. She might not always let it on, but her favorite thing about herself was her flowing red hair. And now it was blonde and people were probably thinking she was trying to look like Parkinson or someone like that.
She looked over at the clock in the dorm and wished she would sleep. It was 3 in the morning and in less than 24 hours she would be with Malfoy. Fighting probably. She admitted (only to herself) that the beginning HAD been her fault. She shouldn't have thrown that stupid piece of paper behind her that fateful day. Then he wouldn't have teased her or dyed her wonderful hair to make her look like a bimbo. (((an: no offense to platinum blondes here.. Gomennasai!! *bows profusely*)))
Ginny turned back toward the window for a moment and let her eyes graze on the half full moon. It was gorgeous this time of year. School hadn't been in session that long and it still felt like summer, but without the sweltering heat. She walked back over to her bed and lay down, hoping for the sleep that never came. Oh God, how was she ever going to deal with Malfoy on no night's sleep?
~*~
Draco looked at his watch and ran his fingers through his hair. It was almost time to be down in the dungeons. He stood waiting outside the entrance for the red hea- wait, blonde girl. He grinned thinking of the day before. The look on her face, the pure irate look had made his heart flip flop. But that second of hurt canceled any happy feelings that could have surpassed anything. He sat there with his eyes shut tight dwelling on her face with her eyes clouded with hurt, and all of a sudden he turned and punched the wall behind him.
The pure adrenaline of his actions was still blaring as he felt a soft hand place itself on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" a soft voice asked.
Still facing the wall he thought about the girl behind him. How could she still ask if he was ok after what he did to her? He suddenly wished he hadn't done anything, that he had left it all in the darkness and just admired her from afar. He felt so bad inside for hurting her that the yearn for her forgiveness was so great he almost vomited on the floor. All this feeling was new to him. Normally he did something and than was completely over it. This was the first time he had ever felt true regret. He searched his mind for his mask and he placed it on, his trademark smirk in place.
"I'm fine Weasel. Don't soil my clothes with your touch," he told her, turning and shrugging her hand off his shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed. "Whatever," she told him and walked down the corridor.
He flexed his hand and noticed his knuckles were bleeding.
He left, the sleeve of his cloak covering his hands as he followed Weasel toward Snape's classroom.
"Good. You're both here," the teacher told them. "Now, you are going to be working together to get these thirty cauldrons clean. You leave at midnight. Whatever ones aren't finished you come back tomorrow and clean them tomorrow. Understood? I have to go. I will send someone to periodically check on you."
Snape left the room his cloak trailing behind him. Ginny took of hers for a moment and then shivered. The dragon hide gloves looked tattered to Draco's eyes as he placed his new ones on his long fingered hands. "How are we going to do this?" he asked her, hoping the blood wouldn't stain the inside of his glove.
She shrugged her shoulders. "How about you start cleaning on that end and in five minutes, I'll get up from mine and start stacking the cauldrons?" she asked, taking lead. For once, he agreed without a fight, starting at one end of the room. He swore that he heard a song being sung in the back of his mind, but he wasn't sure.
"Are you singing, Weasel?" he called, looking over to the girl who was having great difficulty lifting the cauldron up to the top of the stack. His voice caught her off guard and she let out a little shriek. He was there, quick as lightning, grabbing onto the cauldron with little difficulty. While hoisting it to its place, Ginny let out another shriek.
"Oh! Malfoy! What the hell did you do to your hand?" Ginny asked looking up at Malfoy's gloves.
Fuck, Malfoy thought, looking at his hand. Screw the staining. Let's hope it just doesn't drip to the floor!
Too late for that as well, he thought as Ginny grabbed his hand. "What the hell did you do?" she demanded again, taking off her gloves. She pushed up his sleeve with one hand and slowly pulled the glove off the hurt hand. She gasped as she saw his knuckles. "We should get this to Madam Pompfrey," she told him.
"I don't think so," he sneered down at her. She didn't see it though, as her head was turned toward his hand that she somehow cradled so gently in her own hands. Draco flexed the fingers and her hold on his hand tightened.
"Don't do that," she advised, looking at the blood flow. "Did you punch a wall or something?" she asked her voice gentle and soft, very relaxing to his ears. She looked up at him and he nodded. "Fuck," she whispered and he smirked at her choice of language. She saw the smirk. "Sod off. Look at all my brothers."
"Good point. I always thought Weasel had a bit of a potty mouth. Ow! Fuck Woman!"
"Woman?" she asked, glaring up at him, somehow still keeping his hand soft in hers.
"Yes, Woman."
She ignored it for a moment and turned her attention back to his hand. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wand. "I thought we weren't supposed to bring those," Draco told her as she flicked her wand over his wound.
"Do you honestly think I would come down into a dungeon with you for more than three hours without some form of protection?" Ginny asked as she blew on his hand.
Draco felt the cool breath of air and he barely caught her words. He tore his hand from hers as if it was on fire. "Thanks," he mumbled, looking at the rapidly healing wound.
"You're welcome," she told him. She picked her gloves back up.
"Um Weasley?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you happen to know a spell on how to get a blood stain out?"
TBC
Authoress note: I know, it's been a while, and Draco is sort of OOC at the end, but I am really tired. it's like almost 2 am and I'm just up writing for you wonderful readers.. Anyway, I hope these chapters will make more sense as they get better and better... I hope you like it. Please review!
By, Alex
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
Disclaimer: Air Supply owns the song "Making love out of nothing at all" and J.K Rowling owns the people *sniffle
Chapter 2: Blonde's aren't all they're cracked up to be, but neither is detention.
~**~I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream~***~
Draco sat extremely still, watching the Gryffindor table with earnest. The game last week he had won, easily catching the snitch. His teammates had been happy, and the Hufflepuffs, good losers.
Something red caught his eye, and he turned to look toward the entrance of the Great Hall. It was Friday morning, the last day before no classes. He saw Harry Potter lean over and tickle Virginia Weasley and his eyes narrowed. He wished he could have taken Ron's place as the older brother smacked Harry upside the head for "flirting". His eyes narrowed at Potter, and he followed their every move until they sat at the table.
"Someone's interested in ratty Gryffies today," Pansy purred, sliding up next to him.
Draco turned to her, a look of disgust on his face. Then he heard it; a shriek, from the Gryffindor table. His head snapped in that direction and he stood up, his bench sliding behind him, making a noise. He tried to catch her reaction.
He did. He looked into her eyes and saw the hurt. He felt bad for a split second, until that hurt turned into anger that seemed to seep from her body. He grinned, and looked at her, taking in the full effects of the potion he told one of the house elves to slip into her drink.
Her robe seemed tighter, but he wasn't sure if that had to do with the potion or not. It set off her curves. He wasn't a blind man; he looked, much to his own dismay. His eyes finally strayed to her face and saw the fury look in her eyes. Potter sat next to her, gaping, his mouth hanging wide open. Draco stood up and caught his eyes with his own. He smirked smugly and flicked his eyes in Weasley's direction. He raised his eye brows and then finished off his pumpkin juice still standing. Then he turned and left the Slytherin table feeling a heated gaze on his back. He turned and smirked at Potter again before leaving the Great Hall all together.
"Malfoy!"
He turned at the sound of his name emitted from the female's mouth. Her cheeks were flushed and the normally red curls were flying everywhere as she chased after him. But now they weren't red. They were a platinum blonde, and the owner was pissed.
"Oh, hello! Nice hair," he raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Never knew you wanted to be a blonde."
"Sod off you bloody weasel. Fix it now," she fumed.
"Fix what? I didn't do anything," he said with a mock innocence he knew she could see right through. It only infuriated her more.
She tried to keep her anger under control and failed miserably as she stared into his handsome smug looking face. Maybe if she could just scrape her finger nails down those perfect cheeks he'd stop looking so damn smug.
"Hey, maybe you should keep it!" he slowly walked toward her, strutting the whole way as she clenched her fists at her sides. "Maybe Potter like's blonde's more," he whispered standing above her so she had to look up. "I know I do."
Suddenly he was on the ground with a weight on his stomach. He looked up at the blonde Weasley that had tackled him and then all he could see was a peach blur out of his left eye. He moaned in pain and turned onto his side as the weight was lifted off him. He could hear Potter's voice in the back of his mind as he tried to open his swollen eye. Even that would be an improvement. He couldn't sit up at this point.
As soon as Harry pulled her off him, Ginny instantly regretted what she did. The pain flared in her knuckles as she heard Malfoy moan in pain and roll over and she grinned despite herself. If this stupid mofo was gonna turn her hair blonde and think to get away with it, he had another thing coming. She grimaced as she rubbed her knuckles.
"Ginny," Harry whispered warningly as they heard two teachers coming toward them.
She glared at Malfoy. "Fix it."
"What's going on here?" McGonnagal asked.
"Ferret boy dyed my hair blonde somehow," Ginny told her, still fuming and cradling her hurt hand to her chest.
"How do you know it was me?" he asked, coughing as he tried to sit up.
"Good point Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled looking at the situation.
"I can vouch for Ginny sir," Potter stepped in, much to Malfoy's dismay. He wasn't supposed to get called on for this prank! "I saw him give something to the house elves last night."
"Just like him to be sleeping with the elves," Malfoy drawled lazily. "I thought you had money Potter."
"That will be enough Mr. Malfoy," McGonnagal snapped. "You two will receive detention."
"But!" Ginny protested. She hadn't done anything!
"May I remind you that you just hit Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked as McGonnagal prepared to leave. "Meet me in the Potions Class room tomorrow night for your first night's worth of detention. You will be scrubbing out all of my old cauldrons so bring some gloves. Leave your wands behind. There will be no magic allowed."
Ginny turned around after the teacher's left and glared at Malfoy. "This is all your fault," she told him through clenched teeth.
Malfoy stood up and leaned against the wall behind him, and looked down at her. "Last time I checked, I didn't care," he told her smirking and then turned to leave her fuming with Potter. "So you tomorrow night, Ginny- love!" he called over his shoulder.
He heard a scuffle of feet and her voice scream "Let go of me Potter!" He let out a cruel laugh as he turned toward his first class. ~*~
Ginny lay in bed that night, trying to go to sleep and failing miserably. Her hair would be turned back to normal Sunday morning and she had to wait until after her detention with that---that---that thing before Madam Pompfrey could see her to change it back to her normal red hair.
She looked over to her bed-side table where the water dripped from the ice pack she had let melt there. She grabbed the book next to her table and turned to the page she had marked. It was a Harlequin Romance, and as corny as it sounds, she was in love with them, as was her mother. She was more feminine than she let on most times. She set the book down for a moment and pulled all of her hair into a bun. The warm late summer breeze drafted in and she stood in her Pajama pants and shirt and went over to the window to look out over the lake. Some thing broke the surface and she looked dreamily out at the squid tentacle.
As the cool air met the goose bumps on her arms she shivered slightly suddenly seeing Malfoy's cold gray eyes in her mind. She shook her head slightly, feeling her hair move with her head. How could he do something so cruel? She fingered the back of the bun and sighed unhappily. She might not always let it on, but her favorite thing about herself was her flowing red hair. And now it was blonde and people were probably thinking she was trying to look like Parkinson or someone like that.
She looked over at the clock in the dorm and wished she would sleep. It was 3 in the morning and in less than 24 hours she would be with Malfoy. Fighting probably. She admitted (only to herself) that the beginning HAD been her fault. She shouldn't have thrown that stupid piece of paper behind her that fateful day. Then he wouldn't have teased her or dyed her wonderful hair to make her look like a bimbo. (((an: no offense to platinum blondes here.. Gomennasai!! *bows profusely*)))
Ginny turned back toward the window for a moment and let her eyes graze on the half full moon. It was gorgeous this time of year. School hadn't been in session that long and it still felt like summer, but without the sweltering heat. She walked back over to her bed and lay down, hoping for the sleep that never came. Oh God, how was she ever going to deal with Malfoy on no night's sleep?
~*~
Draco looked at his watch and ran his fingers through his hair. It was almost time to be down in the dungeons. He stood waiting outside the entrance for the red hea- wait, blonde girl. He grinned thinking of the day before. The look on her face, the pure irate look had made his heart flip flop. But that second of hurt canceled any happy feelings that could have surpassed anything. He sat there with his eyes shut tight dwelling on her face with her eyes clouded with hurt, and all of a sudden he turned and punched the wall behind him.
The pure adrenaline of his actions was still blaring as he felt a soft hand place itself on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" a soft voice asked.
Still facing the wall he thought about the girl behind him. How could she still ask if he was ok after what he did to her? He suddenly wished he hadn't done anything, that he had left it all in the darkness and just admired her from afar. He felt so bad inside for hurting her that the yearn for her forgiveness was so great he almost vomited on the floor. All this feeling was new to him. Normally he did something and than was completely over it. This was the first time he had ever felt true regret. He searched his mind for his mask and he placed it on, his trademark smirk in place.
"I'm fine Weasel. Don't soil my clothes with your touch," he told her, turning and shrugging her hand off his shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed. "Whatever," she told him and walked down the corridor.
He flexed his hand and noticed his knuckles were bleeding.
He left, the sleeve of his cloak covering his hands as he followed Weasel toward Snape's classroom.
"Good. You're both here," the teacher told them. "Now, you are going to be working together to get these thirty cauldrons clean. You leave at midnight. Whatever ones aren't finished you come back tomorrow and clean them tomorrow. Understood? I have to go. I will send someone to periodically check on you."
Snape left the room his cloak trailing behind him. Ginny took of hers for a moment and then shivered. The dragon hide gloves looked tattered to Draco's eyes as he placed his new ones on his long fingered hands. "How are we going to do this?" he asked her, hoping the blood wouldn't stain the inside of his glove.
She shrugged her shoulders. "How about you start cleaning on that end and in five minutes, I'll get up from mine and start stacking the cauldrons?" she asked, taking lead. For once, he agreed without a fight, starting at one end of the room. He swore that he heard a song being sung in the back of his mind, but he wasn't sure.
"Are you singing, Weasel?" he called, looking over to the girl who was having great difficulty lifting the cauldron up to the top of the stack. His voice caught her off guard and she let out a little shriek. He was there, quick as lightning, grabbing onto the cauldron with little difficulty. While hoisting it to its place, Ginny let out another shriek.
"Oh! Malfoy! What the hell did you do to your hand?" Ginny asked looking up at Malfoy's gloves.
Fuck, Malfoy thought, looking at his hand. Screw the staining. Let's hope it just doesn't drip to the floor!
Too late for that as well, he thought as Ginny grabbed his hand. "What the hell did you do?" she demanded again, taking off her gloves. She pushed up his sleeve with one hand and slowly pulled the glove off the hurt hand. She gasped as she saw his knuckles. "We should get this to Madam Pompfrey," she told him.
"I don't think so," he sneered down at her. She didn't see it though, as her head was turned toward his hand that she somehow cradled so gently in her own hands. Draco flexed the fingers and her hold on his hand tightened.
"Don't do that," she advised, looking at the blood flow. "Did you punch a wall or something?" she asked her voice gentle and soft, very relaxing to his ears. She looked up at him and he nodded. "Fuck," she whispered and he smirked at her choice of language. She saw the smirk. "Sod off. Look at all my brothers."
"Good point. I always thought Weasel had a bit of a potty mouth. Ow! Fuck Woman!"
"Woman?" she asked, glaring up at him, somehow still keeping his hand soft in hers.
"Yes, Woman."
She ignored it for a moment and turned her attention back to his hand. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wand. "I thought we weren't supposed to bring those," Draco told her as she flicked her wand over his wound.
"Do you honestly think I would come down into a dungeon with you for more than three hours without some form of protection?" Ginny asked as she blew on his hand.
Draco felt the cool breath of air and he barely caught her words. He tore his hand from hers as if it was on fire. "Thanks," he mumbled, looking at the rapidly healing wound.
"You're welcome," she told him. She picked her gloves back up.
"Um Weasley?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you happen to know a spell on how to get a blood stain out?"
TBC
Authoress note: I know, it's been a while, and Draco is sort of OOC at the end, but I am really tired. it's like almost 2 am and I'm just up writing for you wonderful readers.. Anyway, I hope these chapters will make more sense as they get better and better... I hope you like it. Please review!