A/N: The poem at the bottom is in the form of a haiku (pattern of 5-7-5 syllables for each of the 3 lines, respectively).
Draco's initial reaction to Hermione's suggestion had been puzzlement, if not outright incredulousness.
Art without magic was strange enough - but 'abstract' art? In his not-so-humble opinion, merely throwing paint at a canvas seemed rather juvenile.
He soon reconsidered, however, as the paint-throwing escalated from 'at the canvas' to 'at each other'...the gold flecks in her wild curls were rather fetching, he had to admit.
He didn't even mind when, leaning in to kiss him, giggling madly, she smeared boorish Gryffindor red all across his lips and cheeks - at least it masked his triumphant blush.
Paint flecks in her hair
Are not quite so lovely as
Gold specks in her eyes.