SEDUCiNG A MODEL

Chapter Two // Loving Lester

DISCLAIMER – I own nothing except my plot and additional characters.

PG-13, but may become NC-17

Ginny // Draco

Ginny turned around as she heard someone clearing his throat behind her. She'd just come out of a late-night meeting, and her office had already been locked up at nine, so she was searching for her keys. As she was about to insert one into the keyhole, someone exited the stairs corridor behind her.

She smiled as she saw Malfoy, with a huge bouquet of lilies in his hands. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "Hello. Have you seen Maria?"

Ginny shook her head quickly, turning back to the door. She unlocked the door and turned back around to face him, "Where's she supposed to be?"

Malfoy shrugged, '"Not really sure. She's got so many meetings every day, I've decided to stop trying to keep track."

Ginny grinned, "Yes, she must be exhausted. What time is it, eleven?"

Malfoy shrugged again, "Don't know. She told me this morning she'd be coming by to see you in the evening, so I thought she'd be here in your office. Well, I guess it'll have to wait. I'll go ahead and head home."

Ginny nodded, "Alright. See you around."

"Yeah."

With one last glance at her, Malfoy walked back down the stairs to the first floor.

Ginny laid her stack of papers down on her desk and grabbed the phone. Awkwardly pressing the buttons, she dialed Lester's number at his office.

"Hullo?"

"Les? Hey, I'm heading home right now, alright?"

After a few seconds of hearing a woman's voice in the distance and then it being quickly cut off, Ginny heard him mutter, "Stupid woman … sorry, Gin, what were you saying?"

"I said I'm heading home, Les. Who was that?"

A pause. Then Les cleared his throat, "One of my secretaries. Look, hey, the connection's real bad, Gin. I'll see you home tonight, alright?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed, but she replied, "Right. See you then."

Before exiting the office, Ginny made sure to write a note to herself – "Call Les – more than once."

She didn't bother locking the door after herself.

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Ginny silently watched as her parents talked with Les in the corner. Les was smiling, animatedly explaining something to them, and they were watching him, engrossed.

Ginny rolled her eyes and walked toward them.

"… wouldn't want her to know, but she may have heard – "

"Ginny!" her mother cut him off. "Why aren't you eating anything?"

Ginny looked around her, at Hermione and Ron canoodling on the couch, and Harry was looking at magazines with Morgan.

"There is no food to eat, Mum."

Molly's eyes widened, "Oh, dear me, that's odd. I thought I'd put out the dishes long ago. Perhaps I forgot … " she mumbled as she wandered back to the kitchen.

Ginny looked at Arthur, "Hey, Dad, I haven't gotten to talk to you much lately, have I?"

"That's true, sweetheart. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Ginny shrugged a shoulder. "What's new at the ministry?"

"Oh, it's the same. They've put out yet another election for the position of Minister. I've got less than half of the total votes, but you know me – that's got to be a lot of people, so I'm happy."

Ginny nodded, "That's good."

There was a sudden knock on the door and her Dad made a noise. As she was about to turn to look at him, Les grabbed her arm and said, "Hey, sweetie, can I show you something really quickly?"

Without waiting for a response, he dragged her upstairs to her room, where he shut the door loudly. Ginny looked at him strangely and said, "Have you gone nutters?"

Les grinned and shook his head. He slowly approached her and put his hands on her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, penetrating his lips with her tongue. She brushed her fingers through his silky brown locks and sighed into his mouth.

All too soon, Les pulled away and smiled, "If I don't stop now, I never will. But look, stay here and I'll go see if everyone's gone, okay? Maybe we'll be able to enjoy ourselves better." Then he wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed, smacking him on the arm.

Lester strode out of the room only to return minutes later with a crestfallen look on his face. She stood up and looked at him worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I think we've gotten ourselves into a little," he paused and swallowed, "circumstance."

Ginny grabbed his hand, "What! What happened?"

Les led her downstairs, "Come look."

Ginny held fast onto his arm and looked around in the darkness, "What happened? Why's it so dark??"

Suddenly, the lights came on, and people sprung out of nowhere, screaming and squealing, and yelling. A little banner raised itself above Ginny's head, reading, "Happy Birthday, Ginny!!"

Open-mouthed with shock, Ginny clapped a hand to her chest as screams still erupted from random areas of the house. Finally, her friends rushed forward, hugging her and congratulating her.

Glowing with joy, Ginny let her eyes travel over her attending friends. She saw her entire family, other than Percy, Hermione, Harry, Morgan, Cody, Luna, Neville, Seamus, Dean (who winked at her as he met her eyes), Colin, and The Girlfriends, as she liked to call them. The three women stood by their Weasley men quietly. From work, Ginny saw Maria, Michael, her secretary, Jesse, Ginny's schedule-maker, Gabby, and Ali. She hugged the two latter women tightly and laughed.

She looked around the room, spotting the abundance of food that was around and grinned at her mother.

At that precise moment, Ginny saw Malfoy walk in from the kitchen, holding a big cake with little torches on them. Ginny's jaw dropped, "Mum! You finally bought them! I've been wanting those since first year!"

Lester looked at her and laughed, "The torch lights? Why didn't you tell me? We could've gotten them together."

Ginny shrugged, "I don't know. I-I guess it's more special when it's with my family – it's sort of been a life-long thing – I've always wanted the torches!! They're so pretty. And they glow so long. They never die out and they all smell differently!"

Les chuckled and hugged her close, kissing her. Before Ginny could make the kiss more intimate, he pulled away and pointed at the cake, which was standing on the long table, waiting for her to blow out the torches.

Ginny slowly approached it, smiling widely. She put both hands beside the cake and smiled. She closed her eyes and let her head fall. Finally, she lifted it and blew out the torches.

Everyone clapped and whistled, and she crossed her arms, laughing. Ron yelled, "What did you wish for, Ginny?"

His sister looked him in the eye and said, "For you not to ask me what I wished for."

He laughed, along with the others, as everyone got situated at the long table. Ginny, of course, sat in the middle, with Les by her side. Surprisingly enough, Malfoy sat on her other side yet again. Feeling oddly out of place, Ginny cleared her throat, "Thanks, you guys, for doing this – is – is that what you guys were talking about earlier in the corner?" Ginny looked at Les.

His defeated grin told her everything. Ginny's eyes watered, "Aww!!" and she flung herself at him, pressing him close to her. His sexy drawl in her ear made her cry even more, "You know why I did this."

She pulled away only far enough to look at him, "No. Why?"

He smiled, "Because it makes you happy. And when you're happy, you go for long, sleepless nights." He smirked.

Ginny flicked his forehead, "You wanker!"

Everyone began asking what had happened and been said, but Ginny shrugged, glaring at her boyfriend, not bothering to conceal her smile.

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After her surprise party, Ginny sat on her bed at home, in the apartment she and Les shared, and watched as he stripped down to nothing but his loose, maroon pajama pants. He slid inside the covers next to her and she massaged his bare back slowly with her free hand.

The other held a small book of erotic fiction. He read a few lines of the story over her shoulder and snickered, "That's what you've been up to the last few hours?"

"Well, what do you expect, Les? It's not like I've personally experienced it anyhow, right?"

His expression sobered and he said, "It's okay, Gin, I've told you that."

Her face broke into a smile, "Thanks, but that's not what I meant – I just … it's just … interesting to me, you know, if anybody ever really experiences these moments, where their two … souls unite or whatever. Is it just alcohol working on me right now?"

Les nodded, "I think so."

Gin glanced at him, "I'm so glad you're okay with … not going farther with me. I don't think I could handle anymore pressure right now. I'm so lucky I have you."

He gently rubbed her elbow (or as he liked to call it, her "weenus") and said, "Well, I'm lucky to have you. And I'm fine with waiting, Gin. I know you're scared and I know you had planned on waiting until after marriage, and that's fine. I like to think we'll get married soon anyway."

"Let me ask you something – has any other girl you've been with been like this? All scared?"

"Gin, it's fine to be scared! Don't feel bad and stop feeling guilty! And, no, I haven't been with girl who's done what you're doing – because you're one of a kind. You're Gin-Gin. I love you."

Ginny threw her book to the floor and began covering him in kisses.

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"Mum, I'm leaving in two weeks and you're saying you want me to stay so I can help you persuade Percy to come home? Are you out of your mind?" Ginny exclaimed over the floo.

Molly Weasley didn't seem bothered. She shrugged, "Look, Ginny, dear, you still have eight days left and you know this might be our only chance to retrieve Percy! Please understand!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Mum, you're crazy. I won't let you influence me into having a hectic week. This trip is very important to me and I need as much time as I can get. Now, you be understanding and let me get some sleep. I have to fly! By muggle plane!! Do you think I'm having the time of my life around here?? Go visit Percy on your own – I simply do not have the time. Bye, Mum, I have to go."

And with that, she broke their floo connection and brushed her hands off.

Ginny stood, looking at Les right behind her, who held his arms out wide. She approached him slowly, wrapping him in her own warm embrace and kissing him slowly.

He whispered into her mouth, "I'll miss you, Ginny. Write to me everyday."

Ginny smiled against his lips, "I will. You better answer every each one of my letters."

"Oh, I will. You'd better tell that Malfoy guy he's going to take care of you properly, or he'll have hell to pay from me – and your six brothers. Or five, rather. I dunno."

Ginny pulled away, keeping her arms around him, "I will. I have to go, though, Maria needs me."

Lester nodded, "Alright. I'll see you in seven days."

Ginny nodded sadly, "That's the longest we'll be apart in what, three years?"

Lester grinned, "That doesn't surprise me. Why would I want to be apart from someone as pretty as you?"

Ginny blushed, "Hey, I really have to go, Les. I love you. Stay in touch. Bye!!"

Finally dropping her powder into the fireplace, she flooed to her office.

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"I'm telling you, Malfoy, one peep out of you about my fear of heights, and you're a dead man – there'll be six Weasley men waiting for you back home. And Harry. And Lester. So shut it," Ginny muttered as she buckled herself in. Then, her eyes catching the window, she whimpered.

Just her luck. She had the window seat, where she could gaze out at the amazing view of land that's millions of kilometers away, which could come to contact with the plane at any given moment and kill her. Malfoy, however, got the aisle seat. Lucky bastard.

Ginny sniffed and pulled out a piece of parchment, deciding to begin her letter to Lester. Malfoy smirked at her and watched the people filling up the other first class seats slowly, before drawling, "It's not my fault I was hired for this job, Weasley. I practically have to sit here. Just like I have to protect you with my life. Yeah, I'm not happy about it either."

Ginny sniffed some more and went back to writing.

Soon, the coach customers began filtering through the aisles, every once in a while, one of them hitting Malfoy with a bag or stray suitcase.

Ginny stifled her grin and continued writing. When she had a page-long letter written, she put down the quill and rolled the parchment up, tying it with a pretty piece of ribbon.

She stuffed the roll into her carry-on bag and sat back, looking out the window, watching the little men outside making little signs with their arms and whistling their little whistles, oblivious to the many tragic, freaky scenarios filling up Ginny's mind.

In a few minutes, the plane prepared for lift-off.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently experiencing some unexpected wind turbulence. We are trying to avoid any problems with the wind, and it will take an estimated ten minutes to leave this air front. Please stay seated and keep the seat belt on until the sign is turned off. Thank you."

Ginny whimpered a little. So, fine, she didn't feel the plane shaking, but if the pilots were worried, then it must have been important.

Unknowingly, she grabbed Malfoy's hand and dug her fingernails into the back of his hand. Given that she'd just gotten a manicure, Malfoy was in a lot of pain.

He grunted and shifted her fingers a little, allowing some blood to circulate into his fingertips.

Ginny's eyes darted to him and she bit her lip. He looked at her and hopelessly rolled his eyes, "Come on, Weasley, you can't feel it. There's nothing there. Get over yourself!"

"Hey!" she squealed, despite herself. "Did I not warn you? That's eight men, Malfoy! Eight men!"

He smirked, "Oh, I'm shaking. Listen to me. I've flown before. More than once. They always take precautions, but nothing happens. Alright? Nothing happens. Now get your bony ass to stop quivering and eat those crackers." He nodded toward the little snack lying beside her.

She let go of his hand hesitantly. He began massaging it, and she opened the bag hurriedly. So hurriedly, in fact, that she spilled the entire contents on Malfoy. He froze, closing his eyes briefly. Then, he glared at her as he dusted himself off. Ginny snorted and turned back to the closed window. She's closed it mid-lift-off, because the sight was just too frightening for her.

Malfoy had sneered, but hadn't commented. That's the way it had been the rest of the flight, until the announcement had been made. Ginny turned back to him, seeing his hand nearly shaking with restraint – he was trying very hard not to reach for his wand.

Ginny smiled weakly. Suddenly, the plane made a violent jerk, and Ginny grabbed the quivering hand. Malfoy groaned in hopelessness and put his free hand over his eyes, letting his head fall back.

Ginny whimpered and closed her eyes.

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Next thing she knew, Ginny was being woken up by Malfoy, who was whispering, "Weasley, we're landing."

Ginny's eyes popped open at the words and she sleepily asked, "What? We are? When?"

Malfoy pointed up, which was the moment Ginny finally heard the announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in the following fifteen minutes. Please stay seated and make sure your seat belt is fastened. Keep all belongings away from the aisle, please. Thank you."

Ginny yawned, re-fastening her seat belt, when her eyes widened.

"Malfoy, was I sleeping in your lap?"

He froze. He blinked, then replied, "Not really."

"Not really? What the hell's that supposed to mean??"

He shifted, "Well, your hand was sort of thrown over my legs, but your head was on my arm."

"Why didn't you move me!"

Malfoy shrugged, "Because! I tried! You kept coming back!"

Despite herself, Ginny snorted. Then, she began laughing. After fifteen minutes, when they were already at the gate, she was still sitting, doubled over, laughing.

Malfoy finally had to mutter a spell, and, using wandless magic, had broken off her little laughing session. He pulled her up by the arm and dragged her off of the plane.

Once they were inside the building, Ginny smacked his arm, motioning for him to take off the silencing charm. He reluctantly complied, making a show of contemplating the idea. Ginny finally threw her fist back threateningly and pursed her lips, and he lifted the spell.

"You self-righteous prick! At what point in time did I say it was allowed to put spells on me that rob me of my rights as a human? I didn't even do anything to you!"

Malfoy snapped, "Be quiet Weasley, we don't have time for this. You were laughing for the last twenty minutes. Time to stop. Now walk. No, you imbecile," he muttered, pulling her in the other direction, "The exit is this way."

Ginny made a face and followed him out to the shuttles.

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"Oh, Ginny! You look marvelous! And after seven hours in the air, I have to congratulate you – you really are a model! Looking beautiful all the time," Matthew Henry gushed once Ginny reached the salon.

She and Malfoy had only just reached the hotel room when she'd insisted that she needed to visit a salon. So he'd complied, following her downstairs to the colorful salon Matthew owned.

Mattie had worked in London with her, and he'd helped her prepare for many runways, so she was pretty close to the man.

She was animatedly discussing hair-dos with the man when a deep voice rumbled in her ear, "He's gay, isn't he?"

Ginny turned around, contempt written all over her face, "And?"

Malfoy shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, just stating the obvious."

"Mighty of you."

Malfoy smirked, "Like you could do the same."

Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back around, continuing her conversation with the short, pink-haired man in front of her.

"I need some clothes. For everyday things. I need a pair of shorts, a couple of tank tops, and a few hair bands. Maybe a sundress and a skirt, too. Maybe one tube tank, as well?"

Mattie's eyes widened as he said, "I've got the perfect place!!"

Next thing she knew, Ginny was being dragged off to Fred Segal. Inside the store, Ginny called, "Now, I don't see any hair bands!"

Malfoy, looking around disgustedly, muttered, "I don't know if I could handle this, after all."

Ginny turned around, making a noise inside her throat, "Look. Malfoy. No one told you to follow me to Fred Segal. No one told you to leave the hotel room. Don't mope around here, complaining, when you don't have to be here in the first place!!"

Malfoy sneered, "Do you really think I'd come unless I had to? I have to come! They made me swear to protect you with my life! I'm your damn bodyguard! And I don't care if you're unhappy about it, that's the way this will be! I'm getting paid more for this than you are for modeling. Now go shop with your little boy-girl buddy and I'll see you when you're done. I'll be sitting right here."

To prove his point, he plopped down onto one of the chairs near the entrance.

However, in a few seconds, Ginny was standing beside him, lifting him out of the seat by his collar. He was staring at her, bewildered, as she ground out, "Never call him that again. Or I'll rip your balls right off of you."

He nodded mutely and she let go, allowing him to right his shirt once more. He stared after her as she went in search of an icee.