Disclaimer: Well, as you know, I don't own Harry Potter... Yet!

Rated M for Mild Swearing and Violence.

Sorry about the long wait, I have been really busy lately, and then the computer crashed for a week... We gots it fixed now. Stupid VIRUS. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter Four

Wanting

If only it didn't happen. Then I wouldn't get so heated whenever I see Draco. Damn my head!

I pull on my clothes.

I swear, I used to be normal, until Tom Riddle possessed me, and then I started calling out Draco's name, not Harry's, when I had bad dreams.

I brush my hair.

And thank God I shared a dorm with Hermione after that. Otherwise I would have been toast... Coz my brother would have killed me.

And then, I grab my bag and walk out the door.

Draco's POV:

I get up, like usual, and go have a shower. And get dressed. Jeans and a silk white top.

And then I throw on my robes.

Going down to breakfast, I say hello to Blaise, and Pansy, who is, well was annoying, until she learned that I didn't like her that way. Lucky Blaise...

I dread going home. Just silence and nothing to do. Maybe I can owl Ginny, if father is not there. I mean, it's nearly the end of the year. A month, exactly.

Maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to stay. Maybe. If I can convince my father to leave.

THAT'S IT! I'll get him and mother a trip to the Carribean. I quickly go to the Owlery. I get my owl, Jehna, and send her off with a note. About half an hour later, I get an owl back.

Dear Mr and Mrs Malfoy,

We would be very pleased to accomodate you for free at the National Grief Hotel. We expect you tomorrow.

We look forward to your visit. Thankyou.

Frederick,

Grief Hotel Manager.

Immediately, I send a note to my mother and father.

Dear Mother and Father,

I have received a notice that you are welcome to stay for free at the Grief Hotel these holidays, while you are on the trip. They await you tomorrow. Saturday.

I will owl you.

Much Love,

Draco.

Tying the note to Jenha, I send her off, to deliver it to my father.

I hope he accepts, because then I can have Ginny over to stay sometime. That would be wonderful, a change from the usually silent boring holidays.

I smile. I don't have duty tonight. I can sleep all night. Going back to the castle, I go and get breakfast.

Seeing Ginny at the Gryffindor table I smile, at her. She smirks. Ron looks over. She pretends she was sneering at me. Ron throws me a threatening look.

God, he's such an asshole!

I ignore him and start talking to Blaise.

"So, what are you doing these holidays?" I ask him. Blaise smirks.

"Well, my mother and I are going to Italy, to see my real father. He's on a trip for the Ministry of Magic. Isn't your father going on one with your mother?" he says.

"Yeah, and they have already booked the hotel. They leave tomorrow." I reply, and then we eat.

After that, I get Blaise, Pansy, Vincent and Greg and we go to practice Quidditch. Pansy finally stops snogging Blaise for long enough to get onto his broom and into the air.

We have a three on four match and then, we see Gryffindor coming onto the feild.

"Hey, Malfoy! Bet you can't win against us!" Ginny shouts.

"Alright! you're ON!" I yell back, winking at her. Potter sighs and mounts his broom, with the rest of the team: Weasley, Ginny, Katie, Demelza, Ritchie and Jimmy. I know them because the new commentator for Quidditch, Dean Thomas, always calls us by our first names, and last.

We verse them, and I carefully stay away from Ginny, because Ron is hovering about her like she's going to drop dead any minute. Potter gets the snitch and they win.

I shake hands with Potter and then, tired, the team and I go to the change rooms and shower. After everyone has left, I am alone. I sit there, with my head in my hands.

I am tired. Very tired. I sigh. That was a hard match. I hear the door open, and then close.

"Hello?" I call out. No reply.

"Who's there?" I call out again.

That's when I hear footsteps. Around the corner, moving down the line of lockers. I see a faint shadow. All the lights are off. I quickly move over to the other side of the row, and press myself against a locker. I breathe quietly. The footsteps come closer. And suddenly the person comes around the corner. With no sound, I jump at the person, knocking them down and then I pin them to the floor. I can't see who it is.

The person moans.

"Ow..." they say.

"Ginny!" I say suddenly.

"Who else!" she says.

"I don't know! I thought you were a ravinbg fangirl of mine.. something." I reply. Ginny laughs.

"And who said I wasn't a raving fangirl now, huh?" she says. I laugh.

"No… I'm sorry," I apologise.

"That's fine," she says, staring into my eyes. I lean down and kiss her. She returns the kiss and then her tongue darts out, and slides along my bottom lip. I open my mouth, and can feel her flicking her tongue gently against mine. I pull away and, with a single movement, I'm lying beside her. I wrap my arms around her and she tilts her head and rests it against my chest.

"Ginny...?" I whisper.

"Yeah, Draco?"

"You really mean the world to me," I say. She smiles.

"I care about you a lot," I say. She kisses me.

"I care about you, too," she says, and then she slowly gets up, and pulls me up, much to my dissappointment, and we walk back to the castle. When we get there we have to go to class. I leave for class alone, and wait in a small passageway.

When I see Ginny, I grab her arm and wrap my other hand around her mouth to stop her crying out. I pull her into the passageway.

"Shhh, don't cry out. It's only me," I say. She nods. I move my hand from her mouth. She smiles.

"We have hardly been apart and you already miss me." she says, smirking. I lean down and kiss her. She returns the kiss, and then I the bell rings. I smile, and with a parting kiss, we go our separate ways. After class, I go to Ancient Runes. I sit next to Granger, well, Hermione, because all the other seats are taken, anyway, she's human. And nice. Potter and Weasel are doing something else.

"You should ask Ginny to go to your place or something for the holidays." Hermione says.

"You know about me and Ginny?" I say, surprised.

"Yeah. She trusts me. I won't tell Harry, or Ronald." she says, rolling her eyes as if to say: 'Of course.'.

"Thanks. Potter would probably deal well with it, but Weasle, he would just FLIP!" I say. Hermione giggles.

"Yeah. He's really annoying sometimes. I plan to ask her to stay anyway, my father will be away the whole holidays.."

"How the hell do you deal with him, Weasle, I mean?" I ask.

"I tune out." she says, smiling.

"Lavender has to listen to him all the time, not that she minds. They're dating."

"I noticed you and Potter are..." I say.

"Yeah, well, we have a connection." she replies, smiling and throwing a glance my direction.

"That's fine.." I say, and then the teacher comes in. We get to work.

After lunch, looking at Ginny, and smiling at her, and then sneering at Weasle, I endure the final hour of class for today. At dinner, I foucus on my food. I'm too tired to deal with Weasle again today. And then I go back to the Slytherin common-room. When I get there, I shower, say goodnight to Pansy and Blaise, and head straight to bed.

I drift into sleep, and start dreaming.

Ginny and me are in am empty classroom.

I remove her top, and pants and leave her standing in her underwear.

She pulls off my top, and my trousers, leaving me in my boxers. I stride over to her, and press her against the wall. She smirks, and pretty soon we're both wearing nothing.

She moans as I run my hands up her stomach, and onto her breasts.

I moan as her hands go lower and lower down my chest.

And then I move her over to a desk. I lean her against it, and she spreads her legs wide.

Then I wake up, sweating. I look down and see that the dream has had a certain effect on me.

"Oh, shit!" I say, grabbing a pillow and covering it, as Blaise comes in.

"Draco, get up!" he says, before he sees the pillow.

"Had a wet dream I see. About a certain someone?" he says cheekily, pretending to pose.

"Oh, Draco, I never imagined you felt that way about me!" he says, bursting into fots of laughter as I go red.

"Shut-up!" I say, throwing the pillow at his head. I get up, and walk into my wardrobe. I think of the most boring, non-exciting thing ever, and it works.

"Whew." I breathe, getting changed and then stalking past Blaise to breakfast.

Haha.

And a special shout-out to my friend, Alice, for editing this for me, as I don't have Microsoft Word, only Worpad, and that doesn't have spell check on it.

Sorry about the wait, but I've been so busy lately.

Well, Reveiw and my fingers type faster!

Seeya,

T