Perfect Picture
Chapter One
Creating the last swish of his robes Ginny signed her name at the bottom of her latest creation before closing her sketchbook. Looking up one last time at the subject of her drawing she gathered her bags and made her way into the castle.
She sat in her normal place at the table, pad open again in front of her, and casting quick glances to the table on the other side of the hall before quickly drawing a bit more. She drew as those around her ate; catching every detail of his perfect face, but in this one something was missing.
She looked up again, cocking her head to the side and trying to pin point the problem. His head was down and turned to the side, discussing something with Blaise who sat on his right. She'd captured his posture, his hair, and most of his face.
But his eyes, they were turned away, covered by his loose hair and making it hard for her to capture there silver colour. Just as she said this he turned to look at her, his eyes focused solely on hers, and the sheer power of them made her gasp and look away quickly.
They were truly amazing, and Ginny was having trouble capturing that power on paper, but she couldn't risk him seeing her staring again, she would have to wait for the right moment. With this last thought she packed up her things, grabbing an apple on the way out of the hall, she had homework to finish. Little did she know however that those silver eyes would be in her dreams that night.
Ginny woke the next morning, a slight sheen of sweat across her forehead as she remembered the dream she'd had that had been so vivid and real. It had left a craving within her for another look into a particular someone's silver eyes.
Walking down to the Great Hall Ginny's eyes quickly roamed the Slytherin table, her eyes immediately capturing sight of her target and was surprised to find him looking straight back at her; those eyes again had her itching for a pad and pencil. He arched a perfect eyebrow at her challengingly and she dared not break the contact between them.
She finally broke it, realising how silly she looked stood at the entrance staring at Draco Malfoy of all people. Suddenly not feeling hungry anymore she turned on her heel and headed to the library, not noticing the certain owner of silver eyes get up and follow her out.
Settling herself into one of the armchairs at the very back of the library Ginny again pulled out her notepad and pencils, flipping to a new page and quickly sketching down what she'd just seen, maybe she could get them perfect this time she thought.
"Damn it" Ginny screamed for what seemed to be the third time in the last ten minutes, why couldn't she get them right, why did he have to be so perfect.
"Now now little Weasley, is that such a way to treat your work?" Ginny looked up quickly to find Draco leant against the bookshelf closest to her secluded seat.
He watched, smirking slightly as he saw a pink tinge spread across her freckled cheeks. "You're allowed to get annoyed when drawing such a fine specimen as myself". Her jaw dropped at this remark, as she stared aghast at him.
'How had he known' she thought looking down at the drawing in her lap. "It might help my dear little Weaslette, if when drawing you did not stare so openly at me" he said as though reading her mind.
This time when she looked up she fixed him with a harsh glare that only made Draco's smirk widen more. And then she caught his eyes again, those orbs for once not that molten silver but instead a darker, swirling black.
"I have been watching you too you know, ever since you started drawing, evaluating you, your strengths weaknesses. Watching as you got frustrated with yourself, with your talent. And it is a talent you realise."
He caught her eyes "You dropped one of your pictures also" he said holding up the scrap of parchment where an ink drawing of him sitting was drawn, she'd seen it in the hall as she sat for lunch and had only had that parchment and quill available, she obviously did not notice she had dropped it.
He'd moved closer, and was able to feel the sharp rise and fall of her chest, so much so that he relished in the contact, this woman in front of him, so passionate and fiery, was someone he needed, and he looked down to fix his gaze onto her lips, oh how he just wanted to.
She continued to gaze at him "Why are you telling me this Malfoy, why now, why after everything that you have done to us, and all the ways we have reciprocated" She was getting angry now, her hands moving in sharp movements and the air around her starting to crackle.
"I'll sit for you Ginny" he said quietly halting her tirade "I'll let you draw me, my eyes. I'll let you have one perfect drawing of me." Because I need it as much as you do, he thought. Too be close to her was what he needed, no matter the circumstances.
"But why?" she asked. This boy in front of her, she just didn't understand him, but he'd been watching her and she hadn't noticed. Had she been that wrapped up in making her drawing perfect that she had not noticed.
"Because I can" he answered and with that stood to his full height, regaining his composure. "I will send you a note on where to meet within the next week, till then Ginny" and with that swung his robes round and walked out of the library.
She was thoroughly perplexed now; he was willing to let her draw him, no sneaky glances, no more loss of perfection. Draco Malfoy was going to be her model, if it hadn't been that she was in the library she may have squealed in delight.
'Wait, did he call me Ginny' she thought as she too left the library, 'No, of course he didn't' she shook her head to rid the silly thought, he doesn't think of her like that and she knows it.
Ginny spent the next few days waiting in anticipation for his note to arrive, she had tried many a time to draw him again, to make up an excuse not to go as she almost dreaded the consequences of being alone with the alluring boy, and yet her mind was not in it.
It wasn't until Thursday that the note did appear via a large eagle owl at lunch of that day. The act of said owl for one coming later than usual and two the obvious expense of it when visiting a Weasley no less, caused many a curious glance and look of shock from those who knew who owned such a beautiful bird.
Weasley.
7pm tonight. Room of Requirement. Do not be late.
Malfoy.
'Well' Ginny thought 'Isn't that just charming and polite'. Rolling her eyes she scribbled back a quick reply and sent the bird off along with a bit of bacon. She looked across to the Slytherin table as the bird approached him ignoring the glances of her housemates.
He smiled slightly as he read then looked up to see Ginny again with her notebook out scribbling energetically trying to get whatever had caught her eye onto paper as soon as possible. Like he'd said that night in the library she had a talent, and a brilliant one at that.
Though he'd never admit it artwork had always enthralled Draco, from a very young age he used to watch his mother draw but had never inherited the talent himself, so seeing Ginny now, her beautiful crimson hair hanging over her shoulders and hand moving fluidly across the page brought back those memories.
It was the only reason he'd agreed to model for her, well at least that was what he had told himself as he'd left the library that night. The fact he'd found her amazing ever since he'd first seen her sketching had nothing to do with it.
The rest of that day passed slowly for Ginny and she nearly squealed again when Snape announced that class was dismissed. She raced out of the room all the way to the common room, bounding up the girls staircase and grabbing her art supplies bag that had everything imaginable in it.
Once she had this in her hand she slowed again, walking sedately down to dinner after the rest of her dorm mates. It was only 6pm as she sat down piling sausages and mashed potato onto her plate, for once she was hungry, and she carefully cut each sausage and placed a small amount of mash on top.
She was letting herself get to overwhelmed, it was only Draco, and he was only modelling for her, it wasn't a big deal. But it didn't stop her from glancing at her watch every few minutes; she definitely didn't want to be late that's for sure.
When finally her watch reached ten to seven she stopped pushing the last morsels of food around her plate, and headed up to the Room of Requirement, she wouldn't have been so nervous if Draco had been in the hall earlier, and when did she start calling him that she thought to herself.
She finally made it to the correct floor, pacing in front of the wall three times and hoping that it was able to pick out what she wanted from all her jumbled thoughts. Stepping through the wooden door Ginny held her breath in suspense. She let it out in a whoosh of relief when she saw that nothing special had been set up, but rather just a plain room with a smooth wall as back drop, a couple of comfy chairs and an easel off to the side if she so wished for one.
"Did you expect candles Red, a romantic set up, rose petals" Draco asked condescendingly from one of the chairs in the centre of the room, his perfected smirk in place and robes removed to hang neatly over the back of his chair.
"Oh of course Draco" she replied in a simpering voice, her nerves backing down as the usual banter between them started. "I was hoping for you to wine and dine me so well I would be willing to do anything for you." He raised an eyebrow at her brazen response.
"Why Ginny dear, I never knew you saw me in such a fashion, but really now, I wouldn't need to give you a meal for you to do anything I wanted, you see my powers of persuasion can be very...powerful at times." She blushed slightly as his eyes caught hers.
"No thanks, I had sausage and mash for tea" she then finished, striding across the room to flop herself into the other comfy chair, swishing her hair off her shoulder and not seeing how Draco followed her every movement with a slight hunger in his pewter eyes.
"So how would you like to do this" she asked finally looking up from her fidgeting and deftly pulling her sketchbook and pencil from the bag by her side and posing one ready on a clean smooth page itching to get on paper the elegant specimen in front of her.
"Well, dear I am the model, therefore you choose where you want me" At this he spread his arms out wide and looked at her expectantly. Ginny looked a bit lost for a moment, she hadn't expected him to be this co-operative.
She hadn't realised till now that the way she viewed him had changed, ever since that moment in the library, when he'd spoke of watching her, and when she'd seen his gaze fixed so resolutely on her own lips.
Did he really feel something for her, was what she'd seen in his eyes then truly something for her, passion, hunger for what she had to offer. She did not know, but instead wondered if her drawing him would invoke those feelings again. She hoped so.
"If I can move this chair here" she said as she dragged the chair he'd been sat in to in front of the plain wall, "and if you could then sit in that relaxed position such as you were when I entered." He did as she asked and she tried not to let her shock show when he made no complaint.
After a few hours of silent drawing, and silent marvelling at how Draco had stayed so still Ginny set down her pad and stood and stretched, expecting Draco to do the same, and was therefore shocked when she found him stood only a few feet from her.
"Ummmmm, I'll think we'll finish there for the night" She said stumbling back slightly when he started to advance, steel eyes pinned on her own hazel ones. He continued moving forwards however, causing Ginny's heart to race.
She backed up further, now more steady on her feet but unable to tear her eyes from his until finally she hit the corner of the room, her eyes turning comically wide when he still did not stop coming towards her until he was only a few inches away.
His scent surrounded her, and Ginny could not help but lean towards his figure more, craning to his neck and smiling when his breath hitched slightly. Leaning forward even more she waited until his hair tickled her nose before breathing deeply, what had taken over her?
She did not have time to react further however as he regained his senses trailing his palms down her arms to rest on her waist possessively pulling her to him as close as possible and leaning towards her moist lips.
Before he could think any further into what he was about to do, instead simply following his body's desire, Draco dipped his head the last few inches and brushed his lips against hers. Sighing at the contact 'heaven' he thought, repeating the action.
Ginny couldn't cope with the torture, raising her hand into his hair, twirling them in the fine locks and holding his head in place so as to deepen the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip as her brazen side took over and causing her to cling to him even tighter whimpering in need.
Suddenly Draco snapped gripping Ginny too him harshly, causing her to gasp and him able to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth, pushing her between himself and the wall allowing his hands to roam down her sides and across her bare stomach.
He moved his mouth to her neck, sucking, biting, and marking her as his. For that's what he saw her as, she was his now, and nothing was going to take her away, she was his survival. On that last thought he pulled away slowly, trying to ignore her tantalising scent.
Ginny followed him forward, desperately seeking his lips on her skin again but his hands held her shoulders firmly, puzzling her as to his intentions. He got far enough away that she had to remove her hands from his hair, looking at him expectantly.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny" he said staring straight into her chocolate eyes, all traces of lust diminished and replaced with a strange seriousness way beyond his years. It was then she realised how much Draco Malfoy had had to grow in the past year.
Collecting himself, Draco straightened up grabbed his robe from the chair and swiftly exited the room leaving a dumbfounded Ginny rooted to the spot with a look of hurt surprise on her face. Shaking herself from the moment she quickly collected her things and exited the room also.
She should have guessed she thought how could she have been so stupid as to fall for him, even as slightly as she felt herself doing. He didn't want her, didn't need her the way that she did him; he was Draco sodding Malfoy for Christ sake, head of the Malfoy estate and the only heir to the fortune, what would he want with a pitiful little Weasley.
Continuing to torment herself over her stupidity Ginny collapsed into her bed drifting to sleep immediately. She was unknowing to the thoughts of Draco many floors below, tormenting himself on his actions, neither person realising that each strangely enjoyed the others company.
Ginny indulged herself in a long sleep in that Saturday morning, Friday having passed rather uneventfully for her as Snape being a jackass was nothing out of the ordinary, and Draco was no were in sight bar the normal meal times. Even then he didn't notice the copper haired girl whose eyes had been pinned on him for most of dinner time.
Sitting herself under the wide beech tree that was perched just off the lake, Ginny felt the midday sun shining above, her stomach full of the lunch she'd just consumed after having finally emerged from her cocoon of bedcovers and made herself known to the world.
Opening her sketchbook to the page her latest drawing of Draco adorned Ginny started working on perfecting and shading the areas that needed it, a crisp white space left where his eyes would lie. Even after that evening two nights ago Ginny had not been able to capture the exact look his eyes took and it was frustrating her beyond belief.
Suddenly she heard a noise; a few loud voices were carrying over the breeze from the courtyard not too far away. She was immediately able to pick out her brother's angry tone along with Harrys lighter, calmer voice and then a sarcastic drawl was also heard causing Ginny to stand up quicker than she thought was possible.
Swaying slightly from the very abrupt change in position Ginny waited for the fog to clear from her eyesight before setting off to see what the commotion was about, her sketchbook clasped securely under her arm. On entering the courtyard the first thing to capture Ginny's eye was the slightly tousled appearance of Draco, his hair swept this way and that in the breeze.
Quickly snapping herself out of her day dream of running her fingers through the aforementioned hair she surveyed the rest of the scene. It was just the three boys for once, Hermione probably studying in the library, Ron's face was bright red and Harry held a restrictive arm across his chest. Draco was casually stood a slight smirk on his face, seemingly not a care in the world.
"Ginerva"
"Ginny"
"Red"
An: So this is my extended version of the one shot I wrote for Rowan-Greenleaf's challenge a while ago. I hope to have the next chapter up soon.
I hope you enjoyed it and please review.