Light
As an artist, Ginny knew how to appreciate the finer details. Such as that stain on Neville's shirt, which he was trying to hide with his tie, and which she knew was the reason he kept having nervous spasms every time their boss walked past. Or the way Jennie Flanders sipped her coffee – Jennie liked to purse her lips well before the cup made it to her mouth, and then she would make an odd slurping noise, as if she was sucking it up through an invisible straw. It was quite fascinating, really.
But what Ginny appreciated most was the way the light hit Draco Malfoy's face when the afternoon sun came in through the blinds. The golden flecks would dance across his skin, accentuating the high cheekbones and silvery-grey eyes. Yet it was the way he seemed to glow with an angelic radiance that really struck her. He was like a moon, all silver and pale, and she yearned to capture it on paper.
Ginny couldn't resist it any longer. She pulled out some parchment and a pencil, and then glanced back at the blond. He was completely oblivious to her scrutiny, too busy with his own work, so she was able to sketch him at her leisure.
She became completely absorbed, forgetting all about the stack of folders on her desk. All that existed in her mind was Draco Malfoy. So when she glanced up again and saw that the blond was no longer sitting in his seat, she felt a sharp moment of panic. Her drawing was almost finished; he couldn't disappear yet!
"What's that you're drawing, Weasley?"
Ginny jumped in fright, and then swung around to see those same silvery-grey eyes regarding her in some amusement. Her cheeks warmed under that ironic gaze, and she shuffled awkwardly in her chair.
"I—"
"Yes?" he prompted, clearly enjoying himself.
"Well, you, actually," Ginny admitted, deciding to brazen it out.
Draco leaned over her shoulder, causing a few unruly butterflies to stir in her stomach, and then picked up the sketch.
"Not bad," he observed, examining the drawing. "Though it doesn't look finished."
"That's because you moved," Ginny said a little grouchily.
He laughed. "I suppose you would like me to let you finish it."
She nodded.
"Alright."
Ginny couldn't believe her ears, but she was not complaining. It wasn't every day she got to draw Draco Malfoy.
Prompt 35: Light
Words: 400