[[ So yeah. This is my entry to rowan-greenleaf's Ginny Draws Malfoy contest. I own no characters, save our lovely art teacher Evangeline Konst. And this is my first time writing anything related to Harry Potter, but by all means, I want brute honesty in what you like, disliked, or didn't really mind. Please review. Oh, and on a side note, on what is the time frame of this? Well, I am going to be uber lazy like our comic friends and sort of put this in a pocket universe type deal.
p.s. Fixed the wrong spelling of names.]]
"Today is the day I hope most of you have been looking forward to! Today, we will be working with a live human model students! Exciting right?"
There were snickers in the back of the class, Jordan Lee nudging Seamus Finnigan. "Think it will be a nude model?"
Ginevra Weasley just shook her head, not even bothering to look back at the two giggling idiots, their laughter spreading amongst the male portion of the tiny class.
Professor Evangeline Konst only shook her head. "Enough, enough. That lesson will be later, once you reach a certain level of maturity, which will most likely take you a few years to master Mr. Lee. Now, get out your sketch pads. This time, I just want quick sketches of our model's face. Come now, pull up a chair and get close students. I must go and get our subject," the professor added, leaving the room. But once she was gone, the silence disappeared.
"So, who do you think signed up for this?"
"Don't know," Ginny replied to no one in particular. "But they must think highly of themselves if they took the job of 'model'."
Seamus shrugged as he plopped down next to her, leaning at a dangerous angle on his stool. "Could be someone that was forced. Like me and Lee. Think we are here by choice Weasley?"
Lee sighed, nodding in agreement. "Aye. This is punishment."
"Well you should have thought about that before you decided to hex all the doors in the field house."
"Oh shut it Granger. Just because you like every single class doesn't mean we have to. Or any sane person for that matter," Seamus shot back.
Her face went red, holding her breath. "Oh I do not like every single class. There are quite a few that I do not find favorable."
"Name one besides Divination," Lee posed, Hermione turning her head quickly away from the pair as she sat down on the other side of Ginny, the ginger smiling as she shook her head, opening her sketch book. She went over her own sketches, drawing her hand over a few of the faces of her friends she had drawn. People had been a favorite of hers; hours spent watching others and carefully capturing every detail she could see, and even those that she had to feel.
Footsteps brought her back to class, their professor striding in, strangely enough without a model. Hermione sighed, her hand up within seconds, earning a few louder than normal sighs from the trio of Slytherin girls in the back. "Professor, our model?"
Looking behind her, the Konst laughed slightly. "Too right Granger." A few steps back, she glanced out of the door, waving to come in. 'You can come in now Mr. Malfoy. Mustn't be wasting any time."
And in he strode, even his pointy face unable to cut through the disdain of the class. Save for the three in the back, and the professor of course. "Oh shush now. You should all be happy that Mr. Malfoy was so kind as to volunteer. I don't know why you all have a problem with that."
"Because it is Malfoy," Seamus offered, the first to be vocal.
"And he is an insufferable git."
All eyes turned, narrowing in Ginny. No one had expected her to be that opinionated. At least verbally.
"Five points from Gryffindor. I don't expect that from you Miss Weasley. Seamus maybe, but not you."
The man in question only laughed, giving Ginny a pat on the back. "She just beat me to it."
But Ginny was still angry, almost fuming. Art class had been the one time where she felt completely at ease. Her brothers weren't there, it wasn't stressful, and she thought that it would be free of people like him. Like Malfoy. But as fate would have it, there he was, looking pretentious as ever. Oh her portrait would be so accurate that it would scare Malfoy himself. Of course she would add those horns that everyone ignored, or that boil she could almost make out on the left of his cheek. She would make his teeth crooked and like the snake he was.
"Ginny, you okay," Lavender Brown asked, sitting next to Pavarti Patil on the other side of the room, actually sounding somewhat genuine.
But she didn't answer, already scribbling away once Malfoy sat down, Konst taking a seat back at her desk and closing her eyes, waving her hand to the windows, allowing them to open slightly, letting in the air. It was a glorious day out, just after a rain. Sunny and warm, something so unlike Malfoy. "It would be better if it was raining," Ginny mumbled, trying not to spend too much time looking at him. Quick looks. She knew what that brute looked like.
The minutes passed quickly, their hour and a half soon over, Ginny looking up at a smiling Malfoy. Sometimes, the phrase loathe just couldn't describe her thoughts. "Students, let us thank Mr. Malfoy for his time. He will be back, as well as other models, in the coming weeks. Now please, turn in your sketches and you are free to go. I will review them for the time being."
The silence that had been going on seemed to break instantly, one by one the students lining up in front of Konst desk, some waiting for some sort of approval from her, others just turning it in and making a dash for the door. Ginny on the other hand, she sat in her place, finally taking in her work. She had to admit, the vast majority of her work from this class, she favored. But when she looked down on it, she was completely void of any emotion. And that seemed to unsettle her. There was no horn or boil. It was just… Malfoy, but it wasn't him. It was definitely unnerving. "Miss Weasley? Lost in your thoughts again?"
Her professor's voice snapped her up, smiling as she shook her head, pulling out the page and walking to Konst's desk, handing it over albeit a bit reluctantly. And she looked it over, a few "hmms" before she looked back up to Ginny. "Not bad, but… it is missing something."
Ginny just nodded. "Yeah, I know." But she shrugged, leaving the room as she met up with Hermione in the hall, the pair's attention being drawn over to the rather obnoxious Pansy Parkinson, fawning over Malfoy yet again. "Oh Draco, do you think that any of them could capture your beauty? Your greatness?"
Draco just snickered, his eyes already landing on the two Gryffindors, that snake tongue almost visible. "I don't think anyone could truly do me justice Parkinson. Especially not a mudblood or a weasel."
"Too right Draco," Pansy offered back, her hand at her hip, her other already positioning itself at her wand, seemingly begging for a fight.
Ginny was ready to go. She just needed a reason. But Hermione held her friend back, still glaring at the lot. "Don't waste your time on a pug faced slag who dreams of snogging the likes of Malfoy." Of course, that made Ginny laugh, Pansy's mouth dropping wide.
"How dare you. Calling me a slag? Draco, did you hear what they called me?!"
If she was expecting any help from him, the blonde just snickered, shrugging to her. "I heard. What are you going to do about it Parkinson?"
"Looks like she is going to cry about it," Ginny whispered, Hermione smiling slightly. Instead of crying, she flicked her wand up, careful not to cry, careful to prove herself to him. But before she could do anything about it, Konst finally came out of her room, Pansy hiding her wand quickly, Hermione and Ginny already in a fit of laughter, turning to head towards the common room. "You know, Konst said that my picture was missing something. I think next time I will add the devil horns, the boil and of course a speech bubble that says 'I associate with pug faced slags who want to snogg me.'"
"I'll be the first to buy that."