A/N: Another day, another chapter. Hurrah for me.
Since I haven't made it clear yet when this story takes place during the year, this chapter is set during the winter, getting closer to Christmas.
Oh, and from hereon in, the story will be a little more explicit in the sexual bits. Just so you know. Still R, though.
I stared at the clothing in my hand for a moment before I recalled the fact that I was naked. Ginny politely turned her back as I put on my pants and shirt. "So. I wasn't really paying attention. Who's he?" I asked, pointing at my victim with my foot as I buttoned up my shirt.
She shrugged as we began to walk back towards the castle. "What's-his-name, the big ugly one."
"That's helpful," I muttered, pulling on my robes. I wished I knew who it was—then I could keep an eye out for him later. Damn Ginny for being so attractive. Too many men look at my girl that way. Wait. My girl? Ginny, sadly, was not mine. I had no right to possess her so.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. When we reached the entrance to the castle, she rested a hand on my arm. "Can I stay with you tonight, Draco? I know your rooms are the safest place for me," she said, looking frightened into my eyes.
I couldn't resist her anything when she was looking at me like that. I sighed softly and nodded my agreement. She thanked me, and I just shrugged her gratitude off.
We made our way to my rooms, where I shrugged out of my robes, letting them fall on the floor carelessly. I pointed Ginny to the bed, making my way across the room to the couch as I unbuttoned my shirt. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was embarrassed; her face was bright red, as flush as I had drawn—fuck.
I sighed in resignation as I took off my shirt. She would see my sketches, and she would know. She would know that despite how busy I was and how little I saw her, I was obsessed with her. It was done, then. She knew. Fuck.
Sure enough... "Draco?"
Another sigh escaped my lips. "Yes, Ginny?" I replied, resting a hand on the back of the couch, running the other through my hair. I realized I still needed a shower as my fingers felt how gross my hair was.
"Come here, please?"
I walked into the bedroom, hands in my pockets, thinking that I was done for. I thanked whatever being were listening that I'd thought to charm my nudes to appear as if they were clothed after Pansy's last visit. "Yes, Ginny?" I repeated, amazed at how calm and level my voice was.
"Did you draw these?" she asked, tracing the tips of her fingers across a penciled cheek, her eyes full of wonder and appreciation.
"Yes," I answered simply, wondering what her purpose behind this was.
She took a step back from the wall, looking up at the expanse of drawings on the wall. Suddenly she said, "May I have one?"
My eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to keep one of my sketches?! For a moment I panicked. Why did she want one? Was she going to take it and show all of her friends and giggle with them about how I was obsessed with her, and how I couldn't stop thinking about her? It would certainly be an effective form of blackmail, at any rate. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I thought. But I knew that if I refused, she'd ask why, and I wouldn't have any good reason to say no. So instead, I said, "Alright." I paused for a moment, and looked up and down the expanse of drawings. "Which one do you want?" I asked her.
She trailed her fingers lightly across the countless pages that papered that section of my wall, obviously fascinated. Her hand finally stopped just short of one of my more scandalous drawings; well, it was scandalous in reality, but with the charm it looked as harmless as any of the paintings that lined the walls of the castle.
The reality of the sketch was thus: I had drawn Ginny lying on her stomach on her bed, nude of course, her face supported on her hands as she read, her breasts flattened slightly as they pressed against the ground, one leg stretched out behind her, the other bent, her foot pointing lazily into the air. Her hair fell in lazy red cascades around her face, one curled wisp hanging down in front of one of her eyes. Her ass curved pertly up into the air, the twin globes rising from her thighs and arching upwards to meet the small of her back. I had managed to draw it at such an angle that the viewer could not glimpse her most private of areas. It reminded me of the style of the classic masters, and that was the way that I viewed it.
But to any other eye, the picture appeared to be Ginny in the same position, dressed in her school shirt, skirt, socks, and tie. A normal, everyday Ginny, only made extraordinary by the fact that I had managed to capture her so fully in two dimensions of color.
Despite how mundane the subject was, there was a hint of something extra about her, some kind of gleam that seemed only able to be expressed through the mysterious twinkle that I had depicted glinting in her eyes. However, that in and of itself made the one drawing entirely worthwhile; I wasn't surprised when she pressed her fingers gently against the corner of it. "This one," she said, her voice betraying her wonder at my ability.
"Very well," I merely replied, stepping to her side and covering her fingers with mine, tapping the corner of the drawing once and then grabbing hold of it, peeling it back slowly, removing it from the wall, leaving what seemed like an enormous blank spot in its place. "Think of it as an early Christmas gift," I added, holding it out to her.
She got up on her tiptoes and hugged me. "Thank you, Draco."
"Happy Christmas, Ginny."
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When I awoke the next morning, I heard the sound of water running, and knew that Ginny must have been making use of the amazing bathroom facilities that my rooms as Head Boy came equipped with. I had a feeling that she wouldn't be out for quite some time, but it was a Saturday, so I allowed myself to lie back upon the couch, folding my arms behind my head and staring up at the ceiling, contemplating anything and everything. I had a most likely naked Ginny in my bathroom, and I was still lying abed. What was wrong with me?
When I finally took the initiative to rise from my resting place on the sofa, I shuffled into my bedroom to get some clothes. Ginny was just coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of my enormous, silver-trimmed green towels; she squeaked a bit when she first saw me, ducking back into the bathroom, but as soon as I left the room, she emerged once again—I could hear her rummaging through my drawers in search of the extra set of clothes that she had taken to keeping in my rooms pre-Todd. Todd. The name sent a thrill of anger down my spine, one that I tried my best to ignore.
I succeeded Ginny in the bathroom, taking my own sweet time about it before finally emerging in my robe. Ginny was standing at the window, wearing what looked like my shirt, a skirt that was a bit too large for her, and a huge smile. "Guess what, Draco!" she exclaimed with glee, beaming at me.
"What's that?" I asked, tying the robe around my waist.
"First snow!" she fairly well shrieked, pointing at the window. Sure enough, hints of frost touched the panes, clouding the view of the white-coated winter wonderland that lay in silence outside. Fat flakes of snow fell past us, and I felt myself smiling as well. There was something about Ginny's grin that I just couldn't resist.
After I dressed and searched through all of my clothes for a suitable cloak and scarf for Ginny, we rushed up from the dungeons outside, where we both immediately began to laugh. Ginny spun around in circles, her arms flung out and her tongue protruding from her mouth as I packed a snowball behind my back. Without a warning, I threw it at Ginny. It hit her in the arm, sending her off-balance and toppling over into the snow in a fit of giggles.
It wasn't long before the two of us had started an all-out snowball war; some of the others had come out to enjoy the snow as well, so we found ourselves captains of opposing teams in the fray. After a while, when Ginny's fingers were numb through, we stumbled inside, leaning on one another for support due to how weak we were from laughter.
At last we managed to straighten up some, though Ginny's fingers were still cold. I held her hands in mine in an attempt to warm them, still grinning at her like a fool. This was the most time that we'd spent together in weeks, and we were both enjoying ourselves. Or at least, I was enjoying myself.
I could see the tip of my drawing protruding from a pocket in Ginny's borrowed cloak, which made me smile a bit more. She didn't seem to want to let it go just yet. Granted, she had yet to return to her room and have a chance to tack it up to her wall, but the fact that she hadn't left it in my room to get later was comforting. I knew she would care for the sketch as much as I had.
I looked down at her, my icy eyes twinkling with the warmth of our recent activity, and reluctantly released her hands, which I had succeeded in warming. I tugged gently on the ends of her scarf—a green and silver Slytherin scarf that I had left over from first year, since it was too small now to be in proportion to the rest of my body—smiling at her. She looked so adorable wearing my clothes. If only she were wearing just that shirt and scarf...
I pushed my mind away from that thought, and instead sighed softly. I had to let her go. Todd was bound to be waiting for her up in the Gryffindor Tower. I let go of the ends of the scarf, took one of her hands, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "G'bye, Ginny," I said softly, before I walked off, disappearing from her view among the multitudes who were crowding the entrance hall.
Upon my return to my room, I removed my scarf and my cloak, hanging them by the door. I shook my head, sighing again as I walked slowly into my living room, intending to get some work done so that I wouldn't be thinking about Ginny so much.
Just when I thought I was safe from all horrors, I came face-to-face with the worst horror of all. My desk chair spun around, and a bright voice cried, "Hello Draco, my little rapscallion!"
I froze. There was only one person in the world that would ever dare to call me a "rapscallion."
My father.
A/N: I hadn't originally intended for this to be funny, but the story has been growing as I write. The idea to have Lucius come and visit hit me out of the blue. Originally I was going to skip from the first snowfall straight to Christmas, but that seemed a bit too much of a jump. I was insanely glad when Lucius smacked me across the face. You'll see more of him next chapter, trust me. I hope you enjoy it.
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