"Can't get enough of you."
By: Gemini
Chapter 3: Curses and Unwanted Thoughts
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
Authoress note: Hi guys! I know its been a bit but I'm not sure how long this will be or anything. I'll try and get it out ASAP. I'm not sure when the next one will be out. I might get grounded, so make this last!!
~**~And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose~**~
~*~
Ginny sighed happily looking into the mirror, her eyes looking at her red hair. Then they caught the cold blue-gray ones of a certain young man.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, sneering. 'Please don't let me punch his pretty little face,' she thought. 'That's what got us into this mess!'
"To see you of course," he told her, flexing his gloved hand. "Besides, we have detention. I had to leave quidditch practice before this," he told her, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Well, that explains the garb," she told him coolly, letting her voice take an icy tone.
He rolled his eyes and pulled off his green cloak. "What are we doing tonight Weasel?" he asked her, closing his eyes and leaning against a dresser.
"I don't know Ferret," she replied evenly. "Madam Pompfrey hasn't arrived yet."
He rolled his eyes at the name she had chosen for him. It reminded him of his mother's nickname. Supposedly, when she was a girl, her parents took her out for donuts. She had permission to choose one of any kind. As a little girl, she wouldn't need to worry about size, or how much she would weigh after this treat; so she chose a big apple fritter. Bigger than her face. She could barely finish the whole thing, so her parents called her "Fritter". Ferret, Fritter, what's the difference?
He smirked suddenly, and Ginny leaned over and looked at him. "Is that an actual smile?" she asked, cocking her head slightly. "A display of anything other than cruelness or smugness? Nah, just the normal smirk," she concluded.
"Oh bite me, Weasel."
"Gladly," she told him, narrowing her eyes.
"Not on my time, children!" Madam Pompfrey called, walking into the hospital wing. "You two are lucky there aren't any sick ones in here," she told them, walking quickly to the other side where she turned. "You two are to wash out the bed pans. I know, very unoriginal, but I'm tired and I need to get some rest!" as she turned to leave, she turned to Ginny. "Oh, your hair looks lovely by the way," he told her, walking out. "I still like it better blonde," he told her a smirk in place.
Ginny's eyes narrowed for the second time in thirty seconds. "You have no idea how close you are..." she trailed off, seeing as he wasn't listening to her with his back turned.
"Close I am to what?"
"To having me personally make sure you won't be having children!" she told him fairly and evenly, and turning to go work on the other side of the room.
Draco blanched, as much as he could with his already pale skin. He turned to look at the younger witch and she laughed. "It's not funny Weasel. You have no idea!" he shuddered.
"Oh," Ginny rolled her eyes. "I grew up in a house full of brother's remember?" she drawled slowly, as if he was stupid. "I know exactly where to kick to generate the most pain." She pulled out an old pan and grimaced. "Although I still think it hurts more to get kicked in the boob than it does to get kicked in the balls," she told him, grabbing a cloth and wringing it out with warm water.
"No way," Malfoy told her, unaware that they were actually holding a conversation, an argument nonetheless, but not at each other's throats. "If one guy gets kicked there in the middle of a room full of males, they'll all shudder in sympathy pain," he informed her, scrubbing at his own pan.
Ginny let out a laugh, the same one that had caught Draco's attention a little over a week ago, and he turned over to look the red haired female across the room. "That's highly amusing," she told him.
"What?" he drawled. "It's completely true! Getting kicked in the boob can't hurt as much."
"This is the time where I need a transvestite friend so it will answer this for me. I would really love to know which hurts worse."
"Why, going sadistic Weasel?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow across the room.
She rolled her eyes. "First of all, you don't become sadistic, you are born that way!" She put the pan down and rinsed it. "But no. I'm just curious."
"A fairly interesting subject to be curious about. Why don't you go ask Potter? I'm sure he'd love to share the information he's gathered."
Ginny's eyes narrowed completely, shattering any good vibe they had between them. She grabbed at her wand and was about to curse the git when the wand flew from her hands and she found herself on her bottom with an ache on her head.
"Give it back Malfoy," she told him, standing and placing her hands on her hips.
"Trying to curse me, eh Weasley?" he asked her twiddling her wand in one hand, while holding his still in his other hand.
"It's not like you don't deserve it," she told him haughtily. "Now give it back!"
"No, I don't think I will," he told her, placing it into his back pocket.
Ginny stood a moment, infuriated. Then she turned back to the task at hand and scrubbed out a few more bedpans, one for each of the beds. Soon she would be meeting Malfoy in the center.
Then she did. "Give it back," she told him, gritting her teeth.
"Not a chance in hell," he told her back, smirking. "I would like all my appendages when I leave this evening."
Despite herself, Ginny grinned slightly. Then she went on to the next bed. He was directly behind her, and she tried to be silent as she turned toward him, and slid her hand around his robe and into his back pocket, trying to get her wand out.
The audible gasp Draco let out terrified Ginny to no extreme, and as he started to twist around to see what the hell she was doing, he wrenched her arm, making it near impossible for her to get her hand out of his pocket while in this position. He smirked down at the horrified blushing Weasley.
"So," he drawled slowly. "May I ask you why your hand is in my pants?"
The calmness of his voice infuriated Ginny as she tried her best to get her hand away from him, but it was stuck. Her eyes narrowed and she grasped her wand having finally found it. "I'm getting my wand you stupid git," she told him.
"Really now," he said, looking at her uncomfortable position. "Looks to me like that's an excuse for putting your hands down my pants. C'mon," he started. "We've already had this conversation. You know you want me." He reached one hand up to caress her cheek and he leaned down slightly, his lips almost touching the place where his hand was. He didn't, however, notice the spell that flew from her lips until his body felt like a stiff board and he started to fall over onto her.
"Perfectus Totalus!" She whispered, after she grasped her wand. If he kissed her, she was going to light his butt on fire, but no, she had to be the nice one and just use the body binding spell. She wasn't ready, however, for his weight as he toppled over onto her.
She didn't even time to let out a scream as she found herself on the floor under the tall Draco Malfoy, where he was, in fact, kissing her cheek.
"Jesus! Get off me you git!"
"It's not like I can," Draco barely murmured against her skin, sending unwanted tingles down her spine. "You kind of cursed me last time I checked." He felt her shiver as he spoke again. "You know," he started and she shivered again. "Your hand is still down my pants," he whispered.
"I'm bloody stuck!" Ginny cried, trying to scoot out from underneath him, and it wasn't working.
"Here's a new plan," Draco started, as his face was soon planted into her hair. Now thinking about it, he liked it much more red. "How about you perform the counter curse so I can get off you and I'll give you your wand back," he tried to compromise.
"No way! You'll never give it back!" she accused.
"Weasley, do you want me on top of you for the rest of you life. Uncurse me now, dammit!"
"Fine. Give me a minute," she told him.
"What for? Do you need prep time?" he asked snidely, sneering against her hair.
"Would you just shut up?" she asked him, and haughtily lifted her chin up, well sorta, as she was on the ground. She didn't expect to notice how good he smelt. She could feel his body along the length of hers, and as disturbing as the thought seemed, it felt almost good to be feel so tiny against his inexorable strength. She closed her eyes, and Draco felt the movement of her eyelashes against his neck and he groaned slightly.
"Hurry it up, dammit," he muttered, wishing this would be over soon. He wanted, no NEEDED to get off this girl.
Ginny closed her eyes and searched for the charm that she had learned in her first year. What was it again?
"What is taking so bloody long Weasel?" Draco asked, as he felt her close her eyes against his neck again. This time, he was ready and could stifle the groan before it came out again.
"I can't remember the countercurse," she whispered softly.
"What?" he asked into her ear.
"I can't remember the counter curse," she said a bit louder.
"FUCK! Weasel!!" he yelled.
"OW!" She removed her hand from his back pocket and brang it up to smack him upside the head. "My ear is right there you insensitive little prat!"
"I'll kill you if you messed up my hair," he told her gravely.
"Do you know the counter curse?" she asked him, and he felt her breath against his neck as well, and it was more intense than her eye lashes. He tried to keep himself from thinking horrible thoughts about the girl beneath him, but it was really hard. Stupid Crabbe and Goyle and their damn Playwizards..
"I don't actually."
"WHAT!?" she yelled, and if he could have, Draco would have jumped.
"I don't use little kid spells like these, so I don't need to know the counter curses," he told her.
"Well, I could always light your ass on fire," she told him, her voice laced with venom, and she felt him swallow against her throat and she smirked. "So, how do we get out of this?" she asked him.
"You look at me as if I know this. You're the one that decided to curse me, you little brat!"
"I am NOT a brat!" she yelled, wanting to hit him again. She tried to breath with this insufferable git on top of her and tried to think of a new plan of action. "How about we make a lot of noise and try and get Madam Pompfrey's attention?" she asked Malfoy.
"No way, you know how much of a gossip that woman is! The school'll know about this by tomorrow!" he informed her.
"True. Or we could always just lie here until one of us thinks of a solution," Ginny told him, and sighed, her warm breath prickling the hairs on the back of his neck.
"Just," Draco stopped and tried to regain control. "Just stop breathing already," he whispered, against her ear.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" she asked, turning her head toward his, and she saw his ear. When her warm breath hit his ear, she could hear a faint groan. "What are you doing Malfoy?"
"I told you to stop breathing," his normally cool voice was tight and strained for once.
"Well, get over yourself," she yawned closing her eyes, having her lashes brush his neck again.
"Ok! Stop moving or you'll regret it Weasel," he advised. He felt her body stretch under his.
"I am so tired," she whispered, and closed her lashes again. "How about you think of a counter curse and wake me when you get it?" she asked, and before he could object, she nestled her head under his cloak and near his neck and fell asleep.
"You are so kidding me," Draco told her and soon joined her in a deep slumber, his cloak covering them both.
"Harry, I still have failed to realize why you are dragging me out here at two in the morning," Ron yawned, under the invisibility cloak.
"I'm worried about Gin, and you should be too as her older brother," Harry advised. "It's two in the morning-" He was interrupted by Ron's comment.
"Thank you Captain Obvious."
"And she still hasn't come back from her detention."
"We never used to till late either! 1 in the morning was early for us!"
"But she's also with Malfoy," Harry told him.
"So?"
Harry stopped and looked at his best friend for a moment. "You really are tired, aren't you?" Ron nodded and wiped sleep out of his eye. "We could always ask her about this tomorrow, y'know," Harry told him.
"Nah. We're almost there. She was in the infirmary, right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. Alright, let's go!"
The door opened swiftly and the two members of the dream team stepped inside and took off their cloak.
"So," Ron said, looking around. "Looks like they're not here. Can we go back to bed now?"
"RON!" Harry yelled exasperated, and Ron looked sheepishly to the ground. Harry just looked dumbly at his best friend for a moment, and they both were startled with they heard a groan and a feminine sigh.
That seemed to wake Ron up immediately. "Did you hear that?" he asked Harry, looking around the room for the origin of the sound.
"Yeah." Harry was already walking along the beds looking for lumps on any of them. Something caught his sight in the middle row. It was an extra large lump. "Ron! I think I found them."
"When you say them, you don't mean." Ron's voice trailed off as he came up next to Harry.
The sight in front of them was something they'd never imagine seeing. Malfoy's cloak was covering both Ginny and himself as he lay on top of her, his half smiling face brushed against her neck, while her smiling face was pressed against his.
"I'm going to kill him," Ron told Harry.
"No your not," Harry started, much to Ron's dismay. "I'm going to kill him first."
They stopped dibbing who could kill the guy on top of Ginny, when their attention was brought to some very peculiar words that came from Ginny.
"Oh, Draco," she sighed happily, turning them both over slightly, and wrapping one arm around his midsection and laying her head on his chest, so the cloak was rolled underneath them, covering one of his arms.
"GINNY!" Ron exploded and Ginny jumped, waking up.
Her eyes cleared and she looked up from Malfoy's chest at her brother and Harry. She felt the cold air and wrapped her "blanket" around herself tighter, suddenly wondering where the good smell came from. "What are you guys doing in here?" she hissed, glaring up at them. Then she saw Ron's red face and Harry's worried expression and she started to notice that she was on the floor of some place with a REALLY hard pillow under her head. She sat up and looking at the pillow. It was a chest; Draco Malfoy's chest.
She stood abruptly, her hand still clenching his cloak, and she was pulled down, as she noticed he was still wearing it. She glared down at Malfoy and tried standing up again, this time succeeding in pulling his body partway off the ground as well. He coughed as the cloak strained against his throat.
"Dammit, knock it off, your cutting off my air supply," he tried breathing, his lips barely moving.
Ron started to say something but Harry looked at the two in front of him and cut him off. "What's happened?" he asked quietly, waiting for an explanation.
"Jealous that I got her first, Potter?" Malfoy asked.
Ginny abruptly let go of her end of the clock, and brought her hand to her mouth. Malfoy hit the floor with a loud thud. "Dammit Weasel!" he told her, opening his eyes, his lip twitching as if it wanted a sneer to form on it. Her hand came down, and smacked him. His head would have turned, had not it been for the curse, and a big red mark formed where her palm had struck.
"I hate you," she told him with a hurt voice. She leaned down and grabbed her wand that had wormed its way out of his pocket some time during the night. She remembered the counter curse and said it, waving her wand back and forth. And then she stuffed it into her own pocket and fled the room.
Malfoy sat up and rubbed his the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw two pairs of murderous glares meet his gaze.
"Oh, fuck it," he whispered, lying back down.
TBC~*~
Authoress' note: Hey home fry's!! I am really sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, and if it doesn't make sense, I'm really sorry, I've wrote most of this on a late night basis over at a friend's house on her laptop. fun, ne? Well, anyways, please review!! I can't believe I've gotten so many so far!! Oh, and for those of you who commented on the whole "Sailor Moon" thing, that was on purpose. I was reading about the first episode, and I noticed that Mamo-chan treated Usagi kinda the way I think Draco would treat Ginny, y'know, act like they hate each other but in all actuality, they're madly deeply in love with each other? So I decided to take that first scene ((the whole flushing it down the toilet and everything.)) and make a play of it. I hope you like it! Oh, and I DO like anime!! Thank you for reviewing and I will try and check out your guy's stories. Just a thing I do!
By: Gemini
Chapter 3: Curses and Unwanted Thoughts
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
Authoress note: Hi guys! I know its been a bit but I'm not sure how long this will be or anything. I'll try and get it out ASAP. I'm not sure when the next one will be out. I might get grounded, so make this last!!
~**~And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose~**~
~*~
Ginny sighed happily looking into the mirror, her eyes looking at her red hair. Then they caught the cold blue-gray ones of a certain young man.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, sneering. 'Please don't let me punch his pretty little face,' she thought. 'That's what got us into this mess!'
"To see you of course," he told her, flexing his gloved hand. "Besides, we have detention. I had to leave quidditch practice before this," he told her, a sneer forming on his lips.
"Well, that explains the garb," she told him coolly, letting her voice take an icy tone.
He rolled his eyes and pulled off his green cloak. "What are we doing tonight Weasel?" he asked her, closing his eyes and leaning against a dresser.
"I don't know Ferret," she replied evenly. "Madam Pompfrey hasn't arrived yet."
He rolled his eyes at the name she had chosen for him. It reminded him of his mother's nickname. Supposedly, when she was a girl, her parents took her out for donuts. She had permission to choose one of any kind. As a little girl, she wouldn't need to worry about size, or how much she would weigh after this treat; so she chose a big apple fritter. Bigger than her face. She could barely finish the whole thing, so her parents called her "Fritter". Ferret, Fritter, what's the difference?
He smirked suddenly, and Ginny leaned over and looked at him. "Is that an actual smile?" she asked, cocking her head slightly. "A display of anything other than cruelness or smugness? Nah, just the normal smirk," she concluded.
"Oh bite me, Weasel."
"Gladly," she told him, narrowing her eyes.
"Not on my time, children!" Madam Pompfrey called, walking into the hospital wing. "You two are lucky there aren't any sick ones in here," she told them, walking quickly to the other side where she turned. "You two are to wash out the bed pans. I know, very unoriginal, but I'm tired and I need to get some rest!" as she turned to leave, she turned to Ginny. "Oh, your hair looks lovely by the way," he told her, walking out. "I still like it better blonde," he told her a smirk in place.
Ginny's eyes narrowed for the second time in thirty seconds. "You have no idea how close you are..." she trailed off, seeing as he wasn't listening to her with his back turned.
"Close I am to what?"
"To having me personally make sure you won't be having children!" she told him fairly and evenly, and turning to go work on the other side of the room.
Draco blanched, as much as he could with his already pale skin. He turned to look at the younger witch and she laughed. "It's not funny Weasel. You have no idea!" he shuddered.
"Oh," Ginny rolled her eyes. "I grew up in a house full of brother's remember?" she drawled slowly, as if he was stupid. "I know exactly where to kick to generate the most pain." She pulled out an old pan and grimaced. "Although I still think it hurts more to get kicked in the boob than it does to get kicked in the balls," she told him, grabbing a cloth and wringing it out with warm water.
"No way," Malfoy told her, unaware that they were actually holding a conversation, an argument nonetheless, but not at each other's throats. "If one guy gets kicked there in the middle of a room full of males, they'll all shudder in sympathy pain," he informed her, scrubbing at his own pan.
Ginny let out a laugh, the same one that had caught Draco's attention a little over a week ago, and he turned over to look the red haired female across the room. "That's highly amusing," she told him.
"What?" he drawled. "It's completely true! Getting kicked in the boob can't hurt as much."
"This is the time where I need a transvestite friend so it will answer this for me. I would really love to know which hurts worse."
"Why, going sadistic Weasel?" he asked her, arching an eyebrow across the room.
She rolled her eyes. "First of all, you don't become sadistic, you are born that way!" She put the pan down and rinsed it. "But no. I'm just curious."
"A fairly interesting subject to be curious about. Why don't you go ask Potter? I'm sure he'd love to share the information he's gathered."
Ginny's eyes narrowed completely, shattering any good vibe they had between them. She grabbed at her wand and was about to curse the git when the wand flew from her hands and she found herself on her bottom with an ache on her head.
"Give it back Malfoy," she told him, standing and placing her hands on her hips.
"Trying to curse me, eh Weasley?" he asked her twiddling her wand in one hand, while holding his still in his other hand.
"It's not like you don't deserve it," she told him haughtily. "Now give it back!"
"No, I don't think I will," he told her, placing it into his back pocket.
Ginny stood a moment, infuriated. Then she turned back to the task at hand and scrubbed out a few more bedpans, one for each of the beds. Soon she would be meeting Malfoy in the center.
Then she did. "Give it back," she told him, gritting her teeth.
"Not a chance in hell," he told her back, smirking. "I would like all my appendages when I leave this evening."
Despite herself, Ginny grinned slightly. Then she went on to the next bed. He was directly behind her, and she tried to be silent as she turned toward him, and slid her hand around his robe and into his back pocket, trying to get her wand out.
The audible gasp Draco let out terrified Ginny to no extreme, and as he started to twist around to see what the hell she was doing, he wrenched her arm, making it near impossible for her to get her hand out of his pocket while in this position. He smirked down at the horrified blushing Weasley.
"So," he drawled slowly. "May I ask you why your hand is in my pants?"
The calmness of his voice infuriated Ginny as she tried her best to get her hand away from him, but it was stuck. Her eyes narrowed and she grasped her wand having finally found it. "I'm getting my wand you stupid git," she told him.
"Really now," he said, looking at her uncomfortable position. "Looks to me like that's an excuse for putting your hands down my pants. C'mon," he started. "We've already had this conversation. You know you want me." He reached one hand up to caress her cheek and he leaned down slightly, his lips almost touching the place where his hand was. He didn't, however, notice the spell that flew from her lips until his body felt like a stiff board and he started to fall over onto her.
"Perfectus Totalus!" She whispered, after she grasped her wand. If he kissed her, she was going to light his butt on fire, but no, she had to be the nice one and just use the body binding spell. She wasn't ready, however, for his weight as he toppled over onto her.
She didn't even time to let out a scream as she found herself on the floor under the tall Draco Malfoy, where he was, in fact, kissing her cheek.
"Jesus! Get off me you git!"
"It's not like I can," Draco barely murmured against her skin, sending unwanted tingles down her spine. "You kind of cursed me last time I checked." He felt her shiver as he spoke again. "You know," he started and she shivered again. "Your hand is still down my pants," he whispered.
"I'm bloody stuck!" Ginny cried, trying to scoot out from underneath him, and it wasn't working.
"Here's a new plan," Draco started, as his face was soon planted into her hair. Now thinking about it, he liked it much more red. "How about you perform the counter curse so I can get off you and I'll give you your wand back," he tried to compromise.
"No way! You'll never give it back!" she accused.
"Weasley, do you want me on top of you for the rest of you life. Uncurse me now, dammit!"
"Fine. Give me a minute," she told him.
"What for? Do you need prep time?" he asked snidely, sneering against her hair.
"Would you just shut up?" she asked him, and haughtily lifted her chin up, well sorta, as she was on the ground. She didn't expect to notice how good he smelt. She could feel his body along the length of hers, and as disturbing as the thought seemed, it felt almost good to be feel so tiny against his inexorable strength. She closed her eyes, and Draco felt the movement of her eyelashes against his neck and he groaned slightly.
"Hurry it up, dammit," he muttered, wishing this would be over soon. He wanted, no NEEDED to get off this girl.
Ginny closed her eyes and searched for the charm that she had learned in her first year. What was it again?
"What is taking so bloody long Weasel?" Draco asked, as he felt her close her eyes against his neck again. This time, he was ready and could stifle the groan before it came out again.
"I can't remember the countercurse," she whispered softly.
"What?" he asked into her ear.
"I can't remember the counter curse," she said a bit louder.
"FUCK! Weasel!!" he yelled.
"OW!" She removed her hand from his back pocket and brang it up to smack him upside the head. "My ear is right there you insensitive little prat!"
"I'll kill you if you messed up my hair," he told her gravely.
"Do you know the counter curse?" she asked him, and he felt her breath against his neck as well, and it was more intense than her eye lashes. He tried to keep himself from thinking horrible thoughts about the girl beneath him, but it was really hard. Stupid Crabbe and Goyle and their damn Playwizards..
"I don't actually."
"WHAT!?" she yelled, and if he could have, Draco would have jumped.
"I don't use little kid spells like these, so I don't need to know the counter curses," he told her.
"Well, I could always light your ass on fire," she told him, her voice laced with venom, and she felt him swallow against her throat and she smirked. "So, how do we get out of this?" she asked him.
"You look at me as if I know this. You're the one that decided to curse me, you little brat!"
"I am NOT a brat!" she yelled, wanting to hit him again. She tried to breath with this insufferable git on top of her and tried to think of a new plan of action. "How about we make a lot of noise and try and get Madam Pompfrey's attention?" she asked Malfoy.
"No way, you know how much of a gossip that woman is! The school'll know about this by tomorrow!" he informed her.
"True. Or we could always just lie here until one of us thinks of a solution," Ginny told him, and sighed, her warm breath prickling the hairs on the back of his neck.
"Just," Draco stopped and tried to regain control. "Just stop breathing already," he whispered, against her ear.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" she asked, turning her head toward his, and she saw his ear. When her warm breath hit his ear, she could hear a faint groan. "What are you doing Malfoy?"
"I told you to stop breathing," his normally cool voice was tight and strained for once.
"Well, get over yourself," she yawned closing her eyes, having her lashes brush his neck again.
"Ok! Stop moving or you'll regret it Weasel," he advised. He felt her body stretch under his.
"I am so tired," she whispered, and closed her lashes again. "How about you think of a counter curse and wake me when you get it?" she asked, and before he could object, she nestled her head under his cloak and near his neck and fell asleep.
"You are so kidding me," Draco told her and soon joined her in a deep slumber, his cloak covering them both.
"Harry, I still have failed to realize why you are dragging me out here at two in the morning," Ron yawned, under the invisibility cloak.
"I'm worried about Gin, and you should be too as her older brother," Harry advised. "It's two in the morning-" He was interrupted by Ron's comment.
"Thank you Captain Obvious."
"And she still hasn't come back from her detention."
"We never used to till late either! 1 in the morning was early for us!"
"But she's also with Malfoy," Harry told him.
"So?"
Harry stopped and looked at his best friend for a moment. "You really are tired, aren't you?" Ron nodded and wiped sleep out of his eye. "We could always ask her about this tomorrow, y'know," Harry told him.
"Nah. We're almost there. She was in the infirmary, right?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. Alright, let's go!"
The door opened swiftly and the two members of the dream team stepped inside and took off their cloak.
"So," Ron said, looking around. "Looks like they're not here. Can we go back to bed now?"
"RON!" Harry yelled exasperated, and Ron looked sheepishly to the ground. Harry just looked dumbly at his best friend for a moment, and they both were startled with they heard a groan and a feminine sigh.
That seemed to wake Ron up immediately. "Did you hear that?" he asked Harry, looking around the room for the origin of the sound.
"Yeah." Harry was already walking along the beds looking for lumps on any of them. Something caught his sight in the middle row. It was an extra large lump. "Ron! I think I found them."
"When you say them, you don't mean." Ron's voice trailed off as he came up next to Harry.
The sight in front of them was something they'd never imagine seeing. Malfoy's cloak was covering both Ginny and himself as he lay on top of her, his half smiling face brushed against her neck, while her smiling face was pressed against his.
"I'm going to kill him," Ron told Harry.
"No your not," Harry started, much to Ron's dismay. "I'm going to kill him first."
They stopped dibbing who could kill the guy on top of Ginny, when their attention was brought to some very peculiar words that came from Ginny.
"Oh, Draco," she sighed happily, turning them both over slightly, and wrapping one arm around his midsection and laying her head on his chest, so the cloak was rolled underneath them, covering one of his arms.
"GINNY!" Ron exploded and Ginny jumped, waking up.
Her eyes cleared and she looked up from Malfoy's chest at her brother and Harry. She felt the cold air and wrapped her "blanket" around herself tighter, suddenly wondering where the good smell came from. "What are you guys doing in here?" she hissed, glaring up at them. Then she saw Ron's red face and Harry's worried expression and she started to notice that she was on the floor of some place with a REALLY hard pillow under her head. She sat up and looking at the pillow. It was a chest; Draco Malfoy's chest.
She stood abruptly, her hand still clenching his cloak, and she was pulled down, as she noticed he was still wearing it. She glared down at Malfoy and tried standing up again, this time succeeding in pulling his body partway off the ground as well. He coughed as the cloak strained against his throat.
"Dammit, knock it off, your cutting off my air supply," he tried breathing, his lips barely moving.
Ron started to say something but Harry looked at the two in front of him and cut him off. "What's happened?" he asked quietly, waiting for an explanation.
"Jealous that I got her first, Potter?" Malfoy asked.
Ginny abruptly let go of her end of the clock, and brought her hand to her mouth. Malfoy hit the floor with a loud thud. "Dammit Weasel!" he told her, opening his eyes, his lip twitching as if it wanted a sneer to form on it. Her hand came down, and smacked him. His head would have turned, had not it been for the curse, and a big red mark formed where her palm had struck.
"I hate you," she told him with a hurt voice. She leaned down and grabbed her wand that had wormed its way out of his pocket some time during the night. She remembered the counter curse and said it, waving her wand back and forth. And then she stuffed it into her own pocket and fled the room.
Malfoy sat up and rubbed his the back of his head. He opened his eyes and saw two pairs of murderous glares meet his gaze.
"Oh, fuck it," he whispered, lying back down.
TBC~*~
Authoress' note: Hey home fry's!! I am really sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, and if it doesn't make sense, I'm really sorry, I've wrote most of this on a late night basis over at a friend's house on her laptop. fun, ne? Well, anyways, please review!! I can't believe I've gotten so many so far!! Oh, and for those of you who commented on the whole "Sailor Moon" thing, that was on purpose. I was reading about the first episode, and I noticed that Mamo-chan treated Usagi kinda the way I think Draco would treat Ginny, y'know, act like they hate each other but in all actuality, they're madly deeply in love with each other? So I decided to take that first scene ((the whole flushing it down the toilet and everything.)) and make a play of it. I hope you like it! Oh, and I DO like anime!! Thank you for reviewing and I will try and check out your guy's stories. Just a thing I do!