Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"COME ON! FOCUS!" Harry yelled at his team. They seemed to be lagging today. Especially Ginny and Colin. Instead of catching the quaffle they were dropping it and talking to each other.

"COLIN! GINNY! FOCUS!" They both glared at him and a bludger went straight to him.

"Sorry Harry!" yelled Dean Tomas.

"No problem!" He turned back to Colin and Ginny to receive the quaffle straight in his face. "Ah!"

"Oops, sorry Harry!" Came Ginny's sarcastic voice. Colin started to giggle and they flew off in another direction.

"THAT'S IT! PRACTICE IS OVER! COLIN, GINNY LAND RIGHT NOW!" He angrily flew down to the stands, slowly followed by Ginny and Colin.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" He asked, his face red with anger.

"Nothing...why?" Colin asked, confusion written on his face.

"What the fuck were you doing? Not catching the ball. THROWING it at me!"

"Harry, the ball slipped, and you were in the way. Jason was behind you Harry, he was going to catch the ball." Ginny said, smirking.

"Gin."

"To you, Mr. Potter, I am Ms. Weasley. We are going to be formal now. Have a pleasant day." She and Colin took off from the stands.

The clock struck 12, causing Ginny to look up from her books. "Colin can I borrow your camera?"

Colin looked up from his books. "Why?"

"Well..."Ginny looked around the common room, which was still full on account of it was a Friday, and leaned closer to Colin. "I made a deal with Malfoy." She whispered.

"You what?" Colin asked loudly, drawing the attention of some of the people near them.

"Colin...shh!" She whispered, looking around suspiciously. "I made a deal with Malfoy, because earlier on today, I caught Harry and Hermoine together, and he saved me from utter embarrassment. He took me to his room-"

"You went to his room?" Colin asked slyly.

"Not in that manner!" Ginny hissed, turning red. "So, we went to his room, he got me tissues and we talked, and then he gave me a thing called a cheesecake. God Colin, it was great. But...any way, he offered to give me an unlimited supply of it, if I got proof of Pansy Parkinson and Harry."

"Parkinson?" Colin looked confused. "Why Pansy...I mean...she's great and all, but not all that." He babbled. "But, then again, Blaise did tell me that Draco and Pansy were betrothed. And also Draco can't stand Pansy...so...hmm...maybe he wants out." Colin concluded with a nod. "That must be it."

"Blaise?" Ginny smirked.

Colin looked at Ginny and blushed. "Um...yea. Accio Camera." He muttered and his camera came zooming at them, stopping right in front of his out stretched hand. He began muttering spells than gave it to her. "Here. I took off the flash, never ending photos and silenced it."

Ginny grinned and took the camera from him. "Thank you Colin." She leaned over and placed a kiss over Colin's cheek.

"OI!" yelled Ron from across the Common Room. "BUGGER OFF CREEVEY!"

Colin rolled his eyes and gave Ginny a wink. "Go on, before he decides to come over here and talk." Ginny began to gather her books, "I got it, go Gin, he's coming."

Ginny looked up, and true to his word, Ron was making his way over them. "See yah Col!" And she quickly took off running out of the common room.

Two hours and eight chocolate frogs later, Ginny was about to give up searching. 'This is hopeless' she thought as she walked down the charms hallway. Sighing she made to turn back, when she heard moaning. 'Bingo'

She stealthily crept down to the hall to where she heard the muffled yelps of pleasure. Opening the door she cringed as it squeaked. But the squeak didn't interrupt them. Looking around she saw two figures against the window, the moon shining behind them. Moving closer to them she started to snap crazily, not caring if the pictures came out right.

"Harry," Pansy muttered when they had finished.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice laced with sleep.

"I think maybe we should stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop meeting each other."

"Meeting each other? Why?"

"Because I love you Harry. And I'm positive you do not love me. You don't even love Weasley and she's been your girlfriend for 3 years! So, before my feelings get even more involved, I want us to stop."

"But Pans...are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

They kissed, and left. Ginny watched them walk past and sighed. Turning around she slowly walked out of the classroom. Making her way back to the Gryffindorr common room, her mind began to reel. 'Malfoy wanted proof...but I can give him the camera and then...I can make him a deal!' She smiled and looked down at the camera. 'Yes!' she turned and quickly ran through the series of halls that she took with Draco. She hoped that these were the passageways to his room.

She turned left and ended at a detour. She sighed and turned around walking back the way she went. 'Great, I'm lost at two in the morning, and I might get caught by Filch! How bloody great.'

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Ginny turned around. "What?" She asked. There was no one there, and unless Filch altered his voice, it sounded like a woman.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here? Traipsing about like its board day light!"

"Who are you?"

"Just think about getting into the room."

"What?"

"You're here to see Draco." The voice accused.

"Um...yes."

"Just think about getting into his room."

Ginny closed her eyes and visualized going into Draco's room. Peeking open one eye, she saw Tara looking at her with a small smirk on her face. "Back for more are you?"

"More? More what?" Ginny asked.

Tara and the Knight laughed, it was only then did she realize, that the knight was there. Finally understanding her meaning, Ginny turned red. "Um...D-Dark Arts Covenant?" Tara kept laughing but swung open any way.

Ginny walked through the door, looking around her. The room was dimly lit in a corner; a canvas was set up by the torch, a glass with a brown liquor sat on a wooden table along with a glass with a murky liquid and a couple of sticks coming out of the water.

Curious, Ginny moved closer to the area, when a door to her right opened. "What are you doing here?" She whipped around to see Draco standing in nothing but a towel.

"Um..." Quickly, she averted her eyes. "I have the proof."

"Already? I thought you would have taken a week to get it."

He walked to her and stood before her. Ginny looked at him, curiously. His hand was outstretched, "Well, I'll have it now."

Ginny put the camera in his hand. "What's this?" He asked, looking at it oddly.

"Your evidence." She replied wandering over to the lit corner.

"It's a muggle...thing."

"A camera, with your evidence." She looked at the canvas, "I didn't know you knew how to paint." She said in awe.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." He walked back to her and stood behind to her.

"I love it." She said turning to look up at him.

"It's not great." He muttered.

"It is," She looked at the picture again. It was of a sunset. It was brilliantly painted with lots of bright colors. Every color seemed to have purpose, all of them to outshined the other, but at the same time, it made the surrounding colors shine even brighter.

"Malfoy this is breath taking. You're very good, where did you learn how to paint?"

"My mum. She was artist before she married my dad. When I was younger she taught me how to paint. And every year, since I can remember, I used to paint my mum a picture. Then, when I came here, I sent a picture twice a year. I gave it to her for her birthday and for Christmas. This is for Christmas, she always told me that she loved watching the Hogwarts sun rise."

Ginny looked at him, "I take it you're a mama's boy."

Draco looked down at her, "No, not a 'mama's boy.' As you so graciously put it. I'm very close to my mum."

"Ah...you're a mama's boy." She laughed.

"So, what do you want?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"You came here, at 2 o clock in the morning. And you're telling me that you just came to spy on me?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Yes...well, no. I want to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" He smirked as he moved to one of his drawers. "What kind of deal."

"I've come to a decision." She said confidently.

"And that is?" Draco went into his drawer and pulled out an object before pulling it on.

"I'm breaking up with Harry." Ginny looked away as soon as she realized he was getting dressed.

"When did you come to that conclusion?" Draco sneered as he walked into a closet.

"At Quidditch practice."

"So why not just do it?" Draco asked his voice muffled.

"Because, I want you to help me."

"You want me to do what?" He asked coming out of a different closet he went in.

Ginny looked at closet he went into oddily, "Well, since I found out you can paint, I want you to paint me."

"Paint you? For what?"

"So I can break up with Harry. You can do a picture of me, and then sign your name. And than I can tell Harry that I didn't care. Because I was with you! And then I can give him the painting of myself! I'm bloody brilliant." Ginny grinned.

Draco looked at her, "And what if I say no to painting you?"

"Then you won't get your proof of Harry and Pansy. And really why do you need proof Pansy's with Harry?"

Draco looked at her, then at the dim torch behind her.

"You don't have to tell me." She said when he didn't answer after a while.

"We're betrothed, Pansy and I. And I never liked her. Never, when I was 15 I discovered a way to stop my marriage to Pansy. In an old book called Pureblood Rules: Guidelines to the Life Styles of a Noble Pureblood. It says if a woman is being untrue to her betrothal husband, she is a disgrace to her family. She is cut off from her family and her husband gets her dowry. And she is put out of her house and disowned."

"That's kind of harsh." Ginny muttered.

"Life is harsh as a Noble Pureblood wizard. But I've trying to get proof for the last year, and now, I have your proof."

Ginny smiled, "So, will you help me?"

"Yeah, sure, anything to rub Potter's nose in the dirt."

"Yes!" Ginny squealed as she moved from her spot by the canvas, "so...what are we gonna do?"

"You're going to sit on the bed, nude...if you don't mind."

Ginny nodded, as she slowly began to strip off her clothes. Draco turned and went to an armoire pulling out a large white canvas and a large round plate type thing.

He turned around and moved closer to the bed, he glanced at her noticing that she was in her knickers still. "Great, sit with your back to me." She did as she was told. "Ok."

He sat down and began to set up his canvas. He tapped his wand on the round wooden plate and all sorts of colors appeared. "Accio brushes!"

Ginny craned her neck over to see what Draco was doing. As she was about to turn back he yelled at her to stop. Surprised she stayed still, and then, Draco got to work.