Title: Ginny and Dean

Author: Kleine Snowdrop

Rating: Pg

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.  It belongs to J.K. Rowlings, and who ever owns the rights to the movies. 

Summery: Drabbles of the life and love of Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas taking place in Dean's sixth year and Ginny's fifth ;)

A/N:  I liked the idea of Ginny/Dean from the OOTP, and I wanted to do something with it, and so I wrote several drabbles.  Hope you enjoy them if so please read and review, hell if you don't please read and review. 

Drawing

It was a lovely autumn day and Ginny Weasley lay outside reading her history of magic text.  She was trying vainly not to fall asleep.  It looked like something for a picture.  She was either so engrossed in her text or almost asleep that she didn't notice when Dean Thomas walked up to her.  He sat down next to her and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey Gin," he said softly. 

"Hey dean," she smiled, "what's up?"

"Nothing," he smirked, "can I draw you?"

"What?" she asked blushing.

"Can I draw you as you read this book?  You look positively breathtaking, in fact, I would have to say that you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen."

"Dean," she said still blushing, "of course."

"Perfect," he said taking his sketch pad and a pencil out of his book bag, "now don't move."

"Fear not, darling," she said somewhat sarcastically, "I shall try not to."

So Ginny lay on her stomach, her robes discarded and she was wearing an old pair of jeans and a black tank top, underneath a large tree, with her book lying on the ground in front of her.  She gazed up at her boyfriend while her drew her.  She casually made conversation with Dean as he worked on his picture.  She picked on him and flirted with him.  About fifteen minutes later Dean dropped his sketchbook on the ground and lowered his lanky body next to her.

"So, do I get to see it?"

"Sure," he said and reached for the book, filled with drawings of his housemates.  Pictures that he drew when the subjects were both aware and unaware that he was drawing them.  He flipped it opened to the page with the picture that he had just drawn of Ginny.

"Dean," she said softly, "it is wonderful."

"It doesn't do you justice," he declared before kissing her softly.

The end