"Can't Get Enough of You"

by: Sailor Gemini

Chapter 8: Draco's in love!

Author note: Hola. Please forgive the huge timelap. I started a new story (Ginny's Diaries...do give a read. I like it ;) ) and I have been terribly busy. My year anniversary is on Wednesday (the 5th) with my current boyfriend. I'm going to try to get it out by then. I am starting to write this a little after midnight and might even finish it tonight. Anyway. I do apologize for the longest time between updates (possibly the longest so far). Happy Reading! Don't worry, there's a snogging session, I promise!

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. Ciao.

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost

And it's looking for a rythem like you

You can take the darkness from the pit of the night

And turn it to a beacon flowing endlessly bright

He couldn't help it. Her laughter made him smile. It made an actual smile appear on his face. It kind of made his muscles feel tense, and that felt very awkward indeed. Parkinson, however, took this as a "go-ahead" signal and started nuzzling his neck, something that he definitely didn't need or want in this moment of strange bliss. "Merlin, do you think I want rabies?" he barked at her.

She withdrew, a hurt look on her face. Draco didn't catch it however, as yet again his attention as on a table across the hall. Her bright shock of red hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned to smile at a third year she was talking with. Draco's breath caught in his throat as two emotions overcame him. Shock was on of them, as he was transfixed by her bueaty. The second was jealousy. Just a while ago he was jealous of her anger at her brother, and now, oddly enough he was jealous that she was smiling at this younger boy. It was the same smile she had been casting him all week.

Finally she turned and caught him staring at her. The twinkle in her eye sparkled and she held his stare for at least thirty seconds, before a new movement caught his attention. The tip of her pink tongue swet across her bottom lip, moistening it. Then she moved her lips in into the beginning stages of a pucker, before winking.

The surprise at her doing so must have been evident on his face, because the amused look in her eyes turned to horror as she realized what she had done. A fiery blush swept over her cheeks and she ducked her head.

Draco felt a sense of loss at the abrupt ending of their connection, but as she gathered her things he gathered his. He left the Great Hall as she said her haste good-byes. In about the time of thirty seconds, a billion thoughts zoomed through his head.

They hadn't spoken in about a week since their lake adventure. But this wasn't because of Draco. In fact, it was quite the contrary, as whenever he got close to her, or tried to talk to her, she ran awy. A real blow to a man's ego.

But this had to be the lowest point of all. Here he was, Draco bleedin Malfoy, standing behind a curtain waiting, in hiding he might add, for a girl. Girls were supposed to come to him for Merlin's sake! Oh well.

But then she walked out of the Great Hall, and all thoughts flew from his head. His arm reached out and grabbed her wrist. The look on her face seemed startled when the curtain was back in place.

"Draco," she started, beginning to draw back.

"Don't," he murmered, and drew her to him, his arms around her waist. He put his head on her shoulder, with his face close to her neck, and breathed in her scent. Vanilla. "Merlin, Weasley. You smell good enough to eat."

"Please don't eat me," she whispered back. Her heart was beating so fast she feared it might jump from her chest.

"Of course not," he stated. "I was just planning on kissing you." Her body went rigid, and she sputtered little protests.

His lips found her neck, and he placed one hot, open mouthed kiss right on her jugular and the protests died in her throat. She start to slump against him as her knees went to jelly. Aha! So he wasn't going mad; he still had his charm.

After a few moments she must have found her balance, and her hands reached to his shoulders, jerking him away. They started at each other for a few moments, before her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she drew his head down to hers. Draco felt the exact same feeling he had a week ago when she had the nerve to kiss him. He was totally and utterly in love.

That thought, like many others this morning, crossed his mind. But this one was different and he had to break the kiss and step back a little. Even if only metaphorically speaking.

A look of rejection crossed her face, and he placed a finger on her lips. "Don't. I don't want you to ever be afraid of kissing me." His eyes were dark, and slightly hooded. She relaxed for just a moment, and then kissed the tip of his finger.

"So what'd you pull me away for?"

"Christ almighty, kid. What do you think? You've been driving me mad with your sultry little looks and smiles every now and then. And then just a few minutes ago, when you made that kissing gesture, I thought I was going to go insane."

"Serves you right for being a right arse to me before last detention," she replied, poking me in the chest.

"I can't not see you," he told her, and her chin dropped a little.

"I know, but what can we do? My brother would kill you, and then Harry would ressurect you and kill you again."

"Don't you think I can take them?" Draco asked, a smirk on his lips.

"Don't joke. This is serious, Malfoy," Ginny said, stepping out of his arms. "I'll come find you later, alright? I have to go to class. And so should you, or we'll have more detention." She went up on tip toes and gave his cheek a quick kiss, before turning and moving the curtain.

"When?"

"Tomorrow. We have detention, remember? We'll talk then."

Ginny turned, and left the curtain to fall back into place, and jogged a few steps away from him, clutching her books to her chest. She met up with her friend Denice around the corner.

"What happened to you?" she asked, looking confused. "You left before I did."

"Oh, you know me," Ginny grinned back, looking to see Malfoy exit the curtain. "Just had a little snogging session with Ferret boy."

Denice laughed. "Yeah, sure."

"Let's go, or we'll be late to Flitwicks."

Unbeknownst to Ginny, there was a third listener on that conversation, and that third listener saw Malfoy leaving the curtain.

Pansy Parkinson was jealous in the worst way, because unlike Denice, she knew when to believe a girl about snogging behind some curtains. Nobody stole a man from her, especially not a poor little Gryffindor. Oh no, this darling little red head was going to pay.

Malfoy went to his rune study class, just the same time as Ginny walked into her advanced Charms lecture. Neither were late, although neither could really concentrate. Ginny kept nibbling her bottom lip, and smiling, while Draco kept sniffing and smelling her scent. They couldn't rid themselves of eachother.

Each time Ginny ran her tongue over her lip, and inner part of her sighed and she remembered just how it felt to have his arms around her and his lips against her neck. A wave of feeling swept over her body, and she just smiled and closed her eyes. Her heart felt wonderful, if not a little anxious. Her stomach was in quivers, and she couldn't keep her hands from fidgiting. At least she wasn't doodling little hearts on her partchment.

Draco wasn't in much better of a position. Only his was more uncomfortable in the phyisical sense.

Pansy couldn't help but make fun of him. "Your jeans a little tight, baby?"

"Pansy. If you don't shut your stupid twit of a mouth, I might just have to do something drastic." Anything tight in his jeans went away as soon as the word "baby" came out of her mouth.

Pansy took the threat reasonably well, but in her mind she was planning the little confrontation she was going to have with the youngest Weasel later that day.

That confrontation took place right after lunch. Ginny couldn't be bothered to eat, because she just kept staring across the hall at a certain blonde young man. Denice noticed, and giggled, shouldering her as she peeled an orange. "Maybe I should have taken you seriously about snogging a certain ferret."

Harry overheard her and grinned as Ginny started blushing. "Like Gin is into that whole bestiality scene!"

Hermione looked horrified, and slapped Harry's shoulder. Ron sputtered indignantly. He couldn't come up with an intelligent response, and just stared at his plate of food. Any reference that connected his sister to some type of sexual act was repulsive.

Malfoy was staring across the room just as he had been earlier that morning. He saw Ginny being teased, and saw her look at him and blush. He winked at her and the blush deepend.

This day couldn't have gone better for him.

Well, it could have, if Pansy would kindly quit associating with his person. It was becoming rather annoying having to remove her hand from his thigh every few minutes. Finally he turned towards her and said very slowly and clearly, "I don't like you."

Pansy sniffed, and walked away with her butt wiggling.

It was enough to make any man loose his appetite.

Well, except Goyle, who just kept staring in awe.

Draco really didn't understand why he associated with such stupid people. Oh yes, because of his father and how one day he would go into the inner circle of You-Know-Who with these twits. Merlin, if the fate of the dark lord's future was in the hands of these idiots, Potter would surely win.

Pansy left the Great Hall and began waiting for the little redhead. She emerged alone, thankfully, and Pansy stood.

"Hey, I want to talk to you."

Ginny looked up, startled. "What? Me?"

"Yes, you right little arse. Come here."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't play stupid. I know you and Drakkie are doing the deed and I just wanted to tell you I think you're repulsive."

"I'm repulsive?" Ginny stood staring at her, in confusion before she realized exactly what was going on. "Oh, wait a minute. It's common knowledge that you want into Malfoy's pants," she paused and Parkinson looking the slightest bit flustered. "Jealous?"

"Why would I be? After he's had you, I'm likely to get crabs."

"Good to know you won't be touching him anytime soon then," she said, sneering at the older girl, and moving past her.

"I don't think so Weasley."

"What are you, retarded? Special ed? Do you really want me to kick your ass?" Ginny stood defiantly, with her hands on her hips.

Pansy just laughed. She was taller than Ginny, by at least five inches. She knew she would come the victor. But that wasn't what she had been planning. Just scare to her away from Draco, and maybe a little verbal abuse.

"I wouldn't sound so confident, Parkinson. You remember that black eye Malfoy sported a few weeks ago?" Of course Pansy remembered. Draco had said he got in a fight with Weasley, and Pansy assumed it had been Ron.

"What, are you going to sick your older brother on me?"

"No, but Ron has told me a few times that I have a nice little mean right hook. Would you like a broken nose to complete the look of ugliness you're trying to go for?"

"You really must not know anything, as I am beautiful. Which is more than I can say about you," she scoffed.

"Mummy Dearest must be lying to you again, darling." Ginny was appearing to be more confident. "Although maybe she's just as dumb as you are. She named you after an awfully pretty flower. It's a shame what you bring to its name."

"And what about you? Your mother must be going insane naming you after a virgin."

"Wrong again, you stupid prat. You really should make sure your correct before throwing out accusations."

Parkinson grinned, "But you're not denying your relationship with Drakkie."

"No, I'm not Pansy. And if you know what's good for you," Ginny started, stepping forward threateningly, and shoving her backwards a little bit. "You will keep away from him. But as for right now, you're not worth the time of day. So be like a tree and piss off."

Ginny turned and walked toward the staircase leading to her common room. She was done with dealing with stupid people right now.

Draco had watched the whole scene play out, and was amazed, especially when Ginny had shoved Pansy. A girl that wasn't going to deny being with him! A girl who was ready to actually get in a cat fight, and probably win! And what a tongue!

Yes. He was definitely in love.

The next morning at breakfast the owls came in as usual.

Ginny sat sulking, remembering the little tiff she had gotten into with Parkinson the day before. The only thing she had to look foward to was detention tonight. Ha, what a laugh. Looking forward to detention.

A letter fell, and landed right infront of her poridge.

She opened the envelope, and pulled the letter from it.

"My dearest Red-headed friend,

You told me to give you a ring when I was ready to admit something. So here you go. It was mine, although it doesn't fit me anymore, besides my pinky. Don't loose it. It means alot to me.

Love."

That was it, with no signature. But Ginny definitely wasn't stupid. She reached back into the envelope and pulled out a white gold ring. A huge smile alighted her lips, and she slipped it onto her ring ringer, where it rested almost perfectly.

She looked up and saw Draco staring at her and she blew him a small kiss.

Maybe things were looking up after all.

TBC.

Authors note: Wow, only took me two days to write. Although its kind of short (not nearly as long as the other chapters) and probably isn't even that good... maybe I should try and get my mindset back into the characters and this plot a little more. Sorry the update took forever. I'm trying to write a little more, and it has been kind of easier with Spring Break and all. The next update from me will be Diaries, but probably after that...I'm thinking alot about Teachings of Seduction. It's been over a year since an update came for that. Although it really is just a load of crap. Maybe I should just rewrite the whole thing. But please review! I love to hear feedback, even if its people telling me I suck. Ciao!