Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea (which I think is original, but ya never know). Anywho, the whole kitten-caboodle belongs to J. K. Rowling.

NOTE: This chapter includes sexual content, so if you can't handle that, or it will offend you in some way, then don't read it.

Chapter 8: Painting Ginny

"Okay," Draco said, grabbing a paint brush. "Strip."

It was a few days after the fight, and Draco and Ginny had made a sort of silent agreement to not mention it again. However, things had changed slightly between them. Draco decided that denying his feelings for Ginny was a loosing battle, but he just didn't know quite the right way to show her how much he cared about her. In a lame attempt to do so, Draco decided to take Ginny up on her offer to have him paint her. She happily agreed.

"Excuse me?" Ginny laughed.

"How do you expect me to paint you with your clothes on?" Draco asked with exasperation.

"Easy," Ginny said. "Like every other painter does."

Draco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. Ginny's eyes moved away from Draco's and scanned the room. They were in the attic where Draco kept all of his art, but all of the paintings had been pushed to the walls. There was a blanket on the ground that Draco was standing on, paints, paint brushes...but something was missing.

"Where's the canvas?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"Right there," Draco said, nodding at her.

"...me?" Ginny asked. "So when you said you were going to paint me, you meant literally?"

"I figure, if I start with a beautiful canvas, I can't help but have a beautiful painting." Draco said silkily.

"...and that's supposed to make me take my clothes off?" Ginny teased.

"Come on, I need to start with a blank canvas." Draco pleaded. "Please? In the name of art?"

"Fine," Ginny grinned, removing her pants and shirt as Draco silently rejoiced. "Don't get to excited," she warned, standing in nothing but her bra and panties with her hands on her hips. "This is as naked as you're getting me."

Draco stuck out his bottom lip juvenilely, but finally agreed.

"Just lie down on your stomach," He said, conjuring up a few pillows before turning to his paints and mixing up a couple of colors. Ginny did as he said, crossing her arms over the pillows and resting her head there.

She watched Draco walk over toward her with a paintbrush between his teeth and his hands loaded with containers of different colored paints. Ginny let out a small gasp of surprise when she felt him straddle her.

"Sorry," Draco said, noticing the look in her eyes as she turned her head to glance at him. "I needed a better angle."

Ginny nodded, trying to control her breathing, but let out another gasp when she felt the cold paint on her bare back. Draco just smiled to himself, leaning closer so he could concentrate.

Ginny lay on her stomach for a while, closing her eyes and getting use to the feeling of the chilly paint, and how, with each stroke, she could feel the brush tickling her skin. After becoming more comfortable with Draco so close to her, Ginny started being lulled off to sleep by his steady, hot breaths against her. She subconsciously started breathing in time with him. She only woke up from her daydream whenever she felt him shift slightly.

As Draco worked his way further up her back, Ginny heard him curse under his breath.

"Sorry," he said, straightening up slightly. "I got some paint on your—er—bra."

Ginny couldn't see it, but Draco was blushing just slightly from stumbling over his words.

"Its fine, I can charm it off." Ginny said offhand. "Here," she said, reaching behind her and undoing the catch on her bra. With one swift motion, Ginny discarded her bra completely, hugging the pillows tightly against her bare breasts.

"Er—right." Draco said, well aware that Ginny could feel the heat from his flushing face.

"A blank canvas—it's what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked with a sly smile.

"'Course," Draco said shortly, trying to sound casual. This was actually exactly what he wanted, so why was he all of a sudden so nervous?

Another half hour passed where Draco was almost nervous to touch Ginny's back with his hands in case they accidentally wandered.

"Okay, you can—er—sit up." Draco said with as much elegance as he could muster.

Ginny smirked, blushing slightly as she sat up, making sure to cover her breasts with her hands. Draco grabbed a new paint brush, and began covering the lower portion of her abdomen in a mossy green paint. He couldn't help but noticed how her muscles tightened slightly at the feeling of the cold paint, as tiny goose bumps textured her stomach.

Ginny watched Draco curiously as he painted her. He had his nose inches from her stomach, with his tongue between his teeth as he worked on the tiniest details. His hands, one holding the brush and the other resting on her hip, had flecks of stray paint on them. She had even forgotten that she was watching Draco until he suddenly looked up and discovered her, a shy smirk on his face. Ginny looked away, hiding a grin as she concentrated on not laughing as the bristles tickled her sensitive skin.

Too entranced by the steady brush strokes, it took a minute for Ginny to realize that Draco had run out of skin. He was sitting there, staring at the scene he had painted on her stomach, and then at the clean skin that span across her hidden chest. Draco was just about to put his paintbrush down when Ginny smirked, catching his attention. He looked into her smiling eyes and, slowly, noticed her removing her hands from her breasts. He glanced down quickly at her bare chest, soaking in how beautiful she was, before looking questionably back up at Ginny.

"It's okay," Ginny laughed softly, capturing his hand with the poised paintbrush in it and placing it centimeters from her right breast.

Cautiously, Draco brought the tip of his brush down on her chest. Gaining more confidence when she giggled quietly, he made the brush strokes longer. Suddenly, when Draco had brushed over Ginny's nipple, he heard her make a noise in the back of her throat. He looked up slightly, and noticed that her head was leaned back with her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

Draco wished she'd stop looking like that because it was making it very difficult to keep his hand steady. But another part of him wanted her to make that sound again. Draco drew circles around Ginny's other nipple and smiled when they stiffened and he heard her breath quicken. He loved that it was his touch that made her squirm like that.

A half hour later, Draco regretfully placed down his paint brush and stood up. He held out his hand and helped Ginny to her feet as well before leading her over to a full length mirror that was leaned against the attic wall.

"It's beautiful," Ginny gasped as she took in what she was seeing in the reflection. Her front was covered in a daytime scene—her left breast covered in gold and orange paint was the sun, and her right part of the blue sky.

"Look at the back," Draco said quietly from behind her, placing his hands on her waist and turning her around. Ginny turned her head to look over her shoulder and laughed silently.

"Ginevra de Benci," she said with a smile, looking at the young woman's face that was painted on her back.

"I just need to add one thing," Draco said quietly, going back to his paints.

"You're such a perfectionist." Ginny sighed with a smile. Draco returned with a small paintbrush loaded up with green paint. He stood at her left side and brought his hand up to tilt her head away from him slightly before resting that hand on her nearest shoulder. Draco's face was so close to the side of Ginny's neck that she could feel his warm breath again, quickly followed by the cold paint.

"There," Draco said a minute later, finishing up the four leaf clover he'd painted on the side of her neck. "All done, Irish."

But instead of moving back, Draco placed one hand on her opposite cheek and began to blow softly on the clover, attempting to dry it quickly. He felt Ginny's head tilt more against his hand, exposing more of her neck to Draco as he tickled her skin with his breath.

Draco was so close to Ginny he could smell the scent of her skin. Slowly, his breath softened, and he leaned forward and kissed her neck. He could feel her take in a quick breath. Draco kissed his way up her neck and across her jaw line. But Ginny seemed to grow impatient quickly because she grabbed Draco's face and kissed him full on the mouth before wrapping her warm arms around his neck. He, in turn, dropped the paintbrush and placed his hands on her back. As he explored it with his fingertips, could feel where the paint was still wet. The kiss reminded him of the only other time he'd kissed Ginny—in the hospital. But this one was much more feverish and passionate. He felt much more comfortable with her, and she seemed to feel the same as she occasionally would smile against his lips.

Suddenly, after Draco bit Ginny's bottom lip gently, she jumped just enough to wrap both legs around his waist. Draco stumbled backwards and fell, his fall broken by the pillows. Ginny giggled slightly in his mouth, but didn't break the kiss.

Draco pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her breasts through his shirt. Draco gently rolled over so that he was on top of Ginny and her head was resting on one of the pillows. Tentatively, Draco slid his middle finger under the elastic band of her knickers. Ginny responded by slipping her warm tongue deep inside of his mouth, encouraging Draco to remove them.

Once the knickers were discarded, Ginny fumbled with the buckle of Draco's belt. He suppressed a chuckle at the inefficiency of her clumsy fingers before helping her with it while she turned her attention to unbuttoning his shirt. Soon, the floor was littered with clothing, and Draco laid on top of Ginny as she smiled up at him.

Draco woke with a start, as if someone had shaken him awake. But with a quick look around the attic, he realized that the only other person there was Ginny, and she was fast asleep. Draco smiled to himself, stretching slightly and glancing at the watch he'd hastily taken off the night before. It was seven in the morning—hours before Ginny would wake up.

Draco yawned widely, the bitter taste of paint still in his mouth from when he had kissed every inch of Ginny—the reward of her sweet tasting skin beneath the paint worth it.

He kissed Ginny on the forehead and rolled back over to go back to sleep when the noise that had woken him up sounded again. The crackling of flames and someone shouting his name. It was muffled, as if coming from downstairs.

Draco got up quickly, making sure not to wake Ginny. He glanced down at his naked self, and used a charm to clean up the paint that had rubbed off of Ginny's body onto his. After quickly dressing, missing a few shirt buttons in the process, Draco glanced back at Ginny's sleeping form before heading down the ladder.

The shouting got louder as he followed it, and Draco finally ended up in his bedroom. There were green flames in the fireplace, and a man's face was sticking out of them.

"...the hell?" Draco said sleepily.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders." The man said, flames licking the sides of his face. "He needs you to Apparate to his office immediately so that he can tell you the place you're being relocated to."

"Relocated?" Draco said, his eyes widening. He knew that he'd have to leave sometime, but not now. Not when everything was so perfect.

"You-Know-Who's getting wiser, so you can't work as a double agent any longer. You'll be going to one of the army camps the Ministry set up." The man said, not noticing the shock on Draco's face.

"I have to leave now?" Draco asked. "Just let me go say goodbye to someone."

"No, you have to leave immediately. You can't even pack your stuff." The man said. "Dumbledore's orders. I'm suppose to watch you Apparate to make sure you get there."

The words Ginny's whispered not days before kept reverberating in Draco's head. 'Why did you leave without telling me?'

She'd been so upset, and now he was going to do the same thing again. He was going to break her heart and the only promise he'd ever given her.

Draco sighed with defeat—there was no way out of it. He should have listened to himself in the beginning and never gotten involved with Ginny. She'd given up everything for him, and he was just going to leave her, again.

Draco looked out the door and could just see the ladder that lead to the attic. He wish he could have one last look at Ginny. Draco closed his eyes, trying to picture her in his head, but the only image that he saw was the four leaf clover he'd painted on her neck.

With another sigh, he turned back around and nodded to the man in the fireplace. Then, with a loud crack, Draco was gone.

Woot! A sex-chapter! Anyways, I hope no one was offended by it...

So, yea, a Wednesday update! It's like we're in the Twilight Zone! Except...not. Anyways, the next and last update will be this Friday, so mark it on your calendars! Or, if you don't have short-term memory loss, then just remember it! Onto the thank yous to my loverly reviewers!

Elfin Princess Prue: Thank god I don't make you want to slap Draco, cause then he'd have a big, red handprint on his face and wouldn't be nearly as hot as usual...

Emerald Tears: I'm so glad! And, by the way, as an Irishwoman and a girl born in May (where emerald is the birthstone), I just love your name.

WantingGravity: muhahaha! Harry/Ginny/Draco conflict, you say? Well, I can promise that we will hear from Harry in the next chapter.

Foags: haha, that's the way. Just get over your angst and have sex already! Things don't need to be sad and depressing, just happy and a bit dirty as well.

Sunflour: Hmm, I never really thought about that. Why isn't Ginny scared of Draco since she thinks he's a Deatheater? Hm. Well, here's my made-up-answer-that-I'll-pretend-I-was-thinking-all-along: Cause she loves him and knows that, even if he is working for old Voldie, that he wouldn't hurt her. I think so quickly on my feet.

Amber Lantern: I looked all over the internet for a Latin to English translator, and didn't find anything. So, alas, I'm still utterly unaware of what your pretty Latin words meant, but I'll just nod and smile like the rest. ::does so::

AnitaBlake/BuffyFan: This chapter was indeed angst free—well, until the end. But I had to add some kind of drama! It couldn't just all be them canoodling.

WiDz: I did! I hope you liked it!

Prexus: Yea, don't you hate it when you loose interest in a story you're writing? That's why I could never write for a TV show, they'd be like, "Ok, write the next episode," and I'd be like, "...eeeehhhh...."

Persephone 4: heehee, is I'm-gonna-paint-pretty-pictures-on-you-and-then-screw-you Draco sexier then angsty-hidden-saddness Draco? Lol, I think sooooo.

MemoriesOfYou: lol, it's good that the chapters get better and better, cause it'd totally suck dirty monkey balls if it just got worse.

Niphredel Black: I did! I hope you liked it. And I'll update again on Friday.

Squibbles: Aw, thanks. And, seeing as I'm gonna be a creative writing major, I will most definitely keep writing.

Brokentoy19: Oh yea, angst totally rocks. I couldn't help but add a bit of angst in this chapter as well.

Straycat: Yes, their fighting is funny (although a tad angsty), but their "making-up" is even better, don't you think?

Hadhafang: I know, I know, they didn't kiss for a while in this story—but doesn't this chapter make up for it?

QuirkyWriter: I've got to go to the library and look for an Alice Hoffman book. By the way, you are so good at detecting sex scenes! Brava!

Freak face: Huzzah! Another Harry Hater! Isn't he the worst? I think we should write letters to J.K. Rowling asking that she change the books focus to Fred and George.

Laina3: I know, I was sad there were no thank yous too. But now they're here!!! And they'll be here on Friday too. No more sadness.

Krispykreme1468: This chapter's happy! Hooray! Well, except for the end. But still, hooray!... I'm rambling. It's a sickness.

Merit Somnia: lol, ya, Draco—like every other guy in the world—is hyper about sex. And this chapter proves it.

Kneh13: I know, that last chapter was really packed with angsty-information. But this one was just mindless smut. ::sigh:: Not thinking is fun.

Vix: No, Harry didn't die, he's just been dropped from the story for a bit. But he'll be back in the next chapter, with a vengeance! ....I actually have no idea what that word means, but it sounds really cool.

Erin: Yea, I think I'm the first in the fanfic world to use the nickname Irish. But Marian Keyes was the one who thought it up. I remember reading it in one of her books...I think. It's been so long since I've had the time to do something I like! Besides writing, that is.

Sinful delight: Yea, no review thank yous sucks. But here they are!!! ::sigh:: Schools a bee-otch. Besides all that education crap, it really has no purpose.

Herbie: Wednesdays do suck. My friend calls it hump-day. Heehee, with this chapter, that name brings on a whole new meaning.

ALee710: No, I've never been piss kissed. Have you? I've been offered revenge sex though. Of course I declined, but still...

Dracosbaby7: I read your review where you said, "I really like how Ginny and Draco aren't rushing into a relationship," and I was like, "Ah crap, there's a sex scene coming!" So, sorry that was a bit rushed but, ya know, what else am I suppose to write about?

TarynMalfoy88: Here's even more Draco/Ginny action! Except now, Draco's leaving and so that kinda messes it up. But still—Draco/Ginny action!

Actionmaster: I just had homecoming! It totally sucked—the music was all that rap crap. Dammit! As for which girl to ask, just give them the Joey line, "How you doin'?" and girls will flock to you. Trust me.

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