Hello one and all, to my newest creation! This was originally supposed to be an entry for Rowan-Greenleaf's Ginny Draws Draco fic challenge but not only is it late, it's probably shit for me. ANYWAYS, hope you enjoy. Maybe I'll continue after I revise this one.
Rowan, so sorry. No excuse, well you wouldn't believe the lame one I have for it anyways.
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"Ah shit." Ginny Weasley cursed as she ran straight into some one's back. The books she had been carrying for her potions project spilled all over the floor. Including her sketch book. It was obviously well loved, the worn leather and faded jean clasp were testament. Ginny glared angrily at her strewn things as if it was their fault they were all over the place.
"Excuse you Weasley. Didn't your mother at least teach you to apologize when you run into people?" Draco Malfoy turned to look at his attacker. His expression was bored. He barely glanced at her things. He did, however, look at them a second time. Ginny ignored his staring and started to gather her research books.
"I don't apologize to people who stand in the middle of hallways when other people obviously can't see around the load they're carrying." She muttered.
"Whatever Weasley." He bent to tie his shoe and then was gone. She never even noticed him slip her sketch book into his bag.
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"Ah shit! Where is it?!?" Ginny emptied her bag on a table in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Where's what Gin?" Ron sat at her now emptied seat while Harry pulled up a nearby chair and Hermione leaned against the table.
Ginny ignored him and continued to search her things frantically.
"Gin, what are you looking for?" Hermione asked more gently and with a considerably more worried tone.
"My sketch book, did I leave it in the dorm this morning Mione?" Ginny's big brown eyes pleaded with her to answer that yes, yes she had left it on her bed or night stand. Of course she hadn't left it somewhere.
"No. When did you last see it?" She eyed the mess of school books hastily checking to see if it was there. Ginny had lost her sketch book only once before. Unfortunately, Hermione had been there. Ginny without her most sacred possession was not a good thing. It was a very frightening, dangerous thing. Fred and George had "borrowed" it just as a joke. Needless to say, when Gin found out who had it ... she was not what a sweet and innocent Gryffindor should have been. She was a maniacal, revengeful Slytherin of a girl when she was rightly persuaded. She had been very persuaded.
"Ah.. I was drawing this morning at breakfast and then I ran to see if the book I requested was back before Transfigurations, it was so I hurried up to the dorm to put it away but I....." Realization of her book's whereabouts hit Ginny Weasley like a ton of bricks. Or a ton of feathers... either way, a ton of something.
"He's got it. That bastard has my sketchbook. He has no idea... Oh Mione. That's the one with him in it!!! Oh Merlin!!" She smacked her hands over her face and sat dejectedly on the floor.
"Who has it?" Hermione looked confused for only a second until she thought harder about who would possibly be in Ginny's sketchbook and have the power to take it from her without her knowledge.
"Malfoy..."
"Any idea what they're talking about mate?" Ron turned to Harry who had his charms book open and a scroll and quill prepared for writing but was gazing absentmindedly into the fire. Harry, startled by the interruption of his thoughts jumped a bit and scrambled to catch his things before he made a mess.
"Pardon?" He straightened himself and turned to Ron.
"Never mind Harry." He rolled his eyes. By now Hermione and Ginny were staring at each other aghast by the situation at hand.
The reason they were so upset was actually not just one thing. It was a combination of several.
First of all, Draco Malfoy grew up over the summer. Sure he was still vampire-like in his paleness and had strictly aristocratic features but he also gained some height and muscle over the summer. It wasn't anything special. Just enough to make one Ginevra Molly Weasley glance his way.
Second, Ginny Weasley finally returned to her habit of drawing everything that captured her fancy. She had just bought a new sketchbook for school and the from the moment she saw him at the Welcoming Feast she knew she had to draw him. Paint him, if she could. So almost every page of the almost filled book was, you guessed it, a picture of Draconis Orion Xavier Malfoy. (AN: If anyone knows Draco's real full name, be sure to let me know. I feel like an ignoramus for not knowing... :/ )
Thirdly, if Draco Malfoy ever found out that Ginny Weasley was obsessed with him, albeit not romantically but still obsessed, he would blackmail her until her great great great grandchildren felt they still owed him something. Plus, it would be utterly humiliating.
"What am I going to do?" Ginny groaned. "I can't just walk up to him and say 'Morning you great prick may I have my sketchbook that is full of drawings of you back so you don't completely humiliate me in front of everyone? Cheers.'"
"Well maybe you shouldn't call him a prick to start off with." Hermione said weakly.
"I'm sure that make a world of difference." Ginny snapped. She was instantly contrite. "Sorry Mione. I'm not mad at you."
"I know Gin. What can I do to help?"
"Your Head Girl, he's Head Boy... can't you bargain with him? Or demand it back? Something?" They were whispering this whole time to avoid alerting the boys to the situation at hand. They eyed Ron warily as he moved around in his seat before settling back down.
"Let's go up to my room and talk about this. Maybe we can come up with a plan." Hermione suggested wisely.
"Okay. Good night Harry. Ron." Ginny stood and gathered her things.
"Night." They chimed.
"I think I'll join you Gin. I'm a bit tired myself." Hermione stretched and grabbed her bag too.
"I thought you were going to help me with my Transfiguration essay?" Ron asked with a hurt expression.
"It's not due until next week Ronald. Can't I help you tomorrow when I'm not exhausted?" She pleaded.
"Fine." Ron muttered and put his book away.
"Thanks." Hermione said before running after Ginny.
"Some thing's up with those two.." Ron nudged Harry. Harry jumped again and this time managed to spill the contents of his lap.
"Good going mate." Ron snorted while Harry glared at him.
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'Ah shit.' Draco Malfoy cursed silently as someone ran straight into his back. He almost let it slip again when turned and saw who it was who had almost run him over.
'Weaselette.' He grimace. Almost as bad as Weasel except this one had a nice pair of tits he could focus on when he wanted to ignore the rest. Speaking of which, he got a lovely view of those tits as she bent over to pick up all the potions book she had dropped.
"Excuse you Weasley, didn't your mother ever teach you to apologize to people you run into?" He bit out, trying not to sound too bothered.
"I don't apologize to people who stand in the middle of hallways when other people can't see around the load they're carrying."
"Whatever." Draco leaned down to fix a shoe lace and noticed a leather bound book near his foot. He glanced at Weasley to see if she would claim it. She was still preoccupied with all her other books. He looked closer at the well-used book and noticed something sticking out, figuring it was probably Weaselette's diary or something he snatched it and was on his way. Draco tucked the book into his satchel to examine later.
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Later:
"Dracoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..... Oh Dracoooo darliiinggggg!!!!" A nasal voice echoed throughout the dungeons. Both Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini stopped in their tracks. They glanced at each other in absolute horror.
"Where to?" Blaise asked in a terrified whisper.
"We can't stay in the dungeons, she almost found us last time." Draco glanced around the corner.
"Up and out it is, there she comes!! Run mate, run!!" Blaise shoved his friend forward towards the nearest stairway. Draco stumbled a moment before running up the stairs as fast as he possibly could. The two boys scrambled up the stairs just as Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode wandered around the corner with a group of girls.
"There they are!" Millicent called in her deep voice to her friends or rather, groupies.
"Ah shit!" Blaise muttered to his comrade breathlessly. "They've got reinforcements!"
The boys, more afraid than ever, finally reached the top of the stairs. They looked around the hallways for a place to hide. The thunder of many girls running up a flight of steps echoed behind them, steadily growing louder and closer. Draco spotted Ginny Weasley nearby on a bench reading a potions book.
"There! Weasley can take them!" Draco grabbed Blaise's arm and rushed toward the girl. The sound of their attackers made their destination loo up and directly at them. She closed her book ad opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a syllable Malfoy had smacked his hand over her mouth and dragged her out of her seat.
"Talk later Weasley, first you have to save me and my mate from these fiends. Then you can tell me how much you love me. Please." He shoved her in front of them and held her forward like a shield. Blaise hid behind Draco and the girls came dashing towards them.
"Stop!" Ginny shouted. It didn't look like they would be able to since they were all charging full speed towards the trio so all three cringed in anticipation of a painful end. Somehow they girls managed to cease their movement just before colliding.
"Move Weaselette. They belong to us." Pansy Parkinson stepped forward out of the mass of fan girls.
"Tough luck Parkinson, I need them right now. You'll have to take a number." Ginny took out her wand and pointed it at the Slytherin's rather mushed up nose. "I'm sure you can appreciate my hesitance in giving you another Bat Bogey, I got in quite a bit of trouble last time. I'm sure Malfoy and Zabini will back me up this time, however."
Pansy grimaced and nodded at the other girls to leave. After Parkinson and her posse had sulked away Ginny turned to the boys. Blaise stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders.
"Grazi, Bella!" He said before promptly kissing her. He let go and stepped back grinning. Ginny swayed a bit before shaking her head and addressing him.
"Er... P-prego. Uhm, Malfoy. Right. You have something of mine and I want it back." She concentrated on trying to glare and just came off as frowning at him, her intensity inhibited by Blaise's wonderful kissing skills.
"My dear Weasley, I haven't the slightest idea what your blabbering on about. But to show my gratitude in saving mine and my comrade's life I will allow you to kiss him again. Since you seemed to enjoy it so much the first time." Draco motioned to Blaise who moved forward looking pleased. Ginny held out a hand to stop him. Confused, Blaise grabbed her hand.
"Don't you like my kisses Bella?" He rubbed circles on her hand stared beautiful and sad at her. Ginny stared at him a moment before answering.
"Ah sure I do but I need to speak to Malfoy, he's got my ah... sketchbook." Blaise had moved so that he was very close to er now, he had one hand on her hip and the other still held her hand.
"Your sketchbook Bella? I'm sure he has no such thing. If he did he would have returned it post-haste, I assure you. You must have lost it." Ginny just let her mouth hang before briefly glancing at Malfoy. The look on his face made her snap out of her trance-like state.
"Wat a minute. Could you please just step back a moment? Thanks." Blaise smiled curiously before resuming his position beside his friend.
"Blaise! You were suppose to seduce her out of her mind so I could escape." Draco whispered to his fried.
"But I like this one, she is very smart. Good at deflecting my charms. And a pretty little witch if I do say so myself." Blaise took this opportunity to eye Ginny who blushed. "And I do say so."
Still beet red Ginny glared at Malfoy.
"Look Malfoy, despite your friend's attractiveness(here she blushed deeper, if possible) I won't be deterred. I want my sketchbook back. I didn't lose it and your the only one who could have taken it."
"Whatever are you talking about...? Oh! You mean that worn out ratty old thing you dropped earlier today when you so rudely ran into me and didn't apologize? Yes, I have that. I figured it was a diary or something." Draco shrugged, Blaise tsked and Ginny grunted.
"It's mine Malfoy, you had better give it back. And it's not a diary!" She fumed.
"Whatever, you'll get it back in due time. In the meanwhile, play with Blaise." Draco shoved his friend forward before turning and running away.
"I won't let this go Malfoy!! I will take it back whether you want to give it or no--" Ginny's screaming was interrupted by Blaise's lips on hers. After she was sufficiently quieted her broke off.
"Now wasn't that better? You should use that mouth for more useful things than screaming. Let me know if you have any ideas. Ciao Bella." He place a kiss on her hand and sauntered away. It was several more minutes before she realized Malfoy had gotten away. And several more before she found her voice of reason. He was definitely going to see those sketches now. Hopefully he wouldn't flaunt that most of them were of him. Who was she kidding? This was Draco effing Malfoy, he would never pass up a chance to blackmail anyone, let alone the little sister of his archenemy.
"Ah shit."
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Whether you liked it or not, tell me! I want to know. Just try not to be too harsh, I have a fragile soul after all. I'm kidding. About the fragile soul part at least. Should I continue or just end your suffering and delete it? -MD