A/N Sorry, I haven't update in a while! I got a little lazy, buuut, I'm back! So, here we go! Also, I heard my switching of perspectives was too confusing for you guys, so, I'll give you a heads up from now on, K?

Chapter three: Bless You!

Ginny's POV

I have never been a late riser…one would think so, looking at my brothers. The majority of them don't get their asses out of bed until noon. But life is too short for me, I can't waste it away on sleep, no matter how tempting it can be. Plus, I paint best in the morning. As I swung my feet out of bed, I had the sudden desire to paint. Fianna's image was so fresh in my mind; I wanted to capture her beauty on a canvas. But I had left my Oil Paints at my apartment, and disappointment swelled in my heart. I resolved to go into town later that day and see what I could find. I glanced over at Luna, and grinned at the tip of her blond head, poking out from under a mountain of blankets. I didn't blame her for burring herself alive in the comforters. My feet had gone numb with the sudden contact to the ice-cold floor, and my skin was prickling with Goosebumps. I shivered and quickly got dressed. Soon I was ready to go get some breakfast, so I pulled on my boots and left the room, shutting the door with a quiet 'click' and then heading down the stairs. I made my way into the warm Café. It smelt strongly of coffee and espresso beans. The café was empty except for a young girl who stood behind the cash, looking at me in surprise as I examined the menu behind the counter. I grinned brightly at the girl and ordered a warm cinnamon bun and Tall Mocha. I handed the girl a sickle and two knuts and sat myself by a window seat, shivering again as the cool glass touched my bare arm. Me wear a sweater? No way! That would be the smart thing to do...ugh, I can be such an idiot sometimes. I stared at the mountain scene through the window while I pulled apart the steaming cinnamon bun. The sun was rising and the fuchsia and gold sun turned the rusty red mountains pink. I grinned at the beautiful sight and wished again for my Oil Paints. My fingers just itched to curl around a paintbrush and splash the canvas with all these beautiful colours. Suddenly, something small and dark moved in the distance. I squinted my eyes to get a better look.

Oh gods! It was Malfoy! What was he doing out there so early? Was he with Fianna? Why do I even care? I knew why I cared, because if he was with Fianna, I wanted to be with her to. I made up my mind right there as I watched him drag himself back to the lodge. I would wait for him tonight, and follow him out to Fianna. A wicked grin spread out on my face. It was suddenly like I was in school again. Snooping around with Colin and Luna! Except I would go alone, something about Fianna called to me. It was like every part of me wanted to be out there with her, to feel her magic, her passion. If I had to share her with Malfoy, so what? It's not like there is anything he can do about it.

DRACO'S POV

It was ten after three when I woke up. I had stayed up all night with Fianna again, and dragged myself back to the mountain lodge around eight thirty. My coffee kept me up long enough to get the necessary paperwork done, and take a shower, but by eleven thirty, I passed out. A crack of sunlight split through the gap in my curtains, but that was the only light in the room. My T-shirt and jeans were scattered across the floor, and my sheets were piled on top of me in a crumpled mass. I looked regretfully at how far away my cloths was and realised I was going to actually have to get up to reach them. I groaned out loud as I pushed the warm sheets away and stretched my aching, heavy arms. I fell back on the pillow though, as my head was suddenly swept with the aching dizziness that one acquires when sleep deprived.

"Shit." I mumbled, holding a hand to my head and pushing myself limply out of the comfortable bed that called to me seductively. I pulled on my jeans and suppressed a yawn…Malfoy's don't yawn. Bare foot and shirtless, I managed to pick up my lead-heavy legs enough to open up the curtain. The sudden light made me squint and step back. Snarling at my inability to shake off my sleepiness I forced my muscles into action and spun around. Shaking out my aching body I walked slightly more confidently to the full-length mirror and examined myself. My skin was even paler than usual, and the unusual fairness of its tone just made the bags under my eyes stand out more. My hair was sticking out at odd ends, and I was slumped with exhaustion. I narrowed my eyes at myself and pulled out my wand. With a quick spell, the bags under my eyes disappeared, and with another wave, most of the aching pain left my limbs. Feeling much more capable, I walked purposely into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. The cool water slid down my neck and onto my chest. After doing this several times, I felt awake again. I popped open the cabinet-mirror and grabbed my wizarding-gel, and ran it through my hair with my fingers. Then I meticulously combed it in front of the mirror until it was perfect again. Feeling refreshed, cleaned up, and in desperate need of alcohol, and went back into my room and pick my shirt off the floor. The scent of sweat met my nose and I dropped the piece of clothing quickly. On second thought, a new shirt wouldn't hurt. I dug through my trunk and pulled out another black T-shirt and pulled it over my head. After making sure I hadn't screwed up my hair, I pulled on my boots and left the room. I passed the Café and headed straight to the bar. It took me about four seconds to bully the bartender into giving me a discount, and soon I was gulping down the much needed beer. The alcohol flooded through me and I suddenly felt much better. There was still an aching loneliness that never left me, but not even alcohol could cure that. The only thing that had ever cured my loneliness was Fianna. It was too early to go find her now. She wouldn't be expecting me until at least eleven, so I had a few hours to kill. I tried my best to ignore Charlie and his idiot friends as they laughed loudly and stupidly over some joke or another. I scowled in their direction and took another swig from my beer. I was half way through my second beer when Weasely walked in, a plastic bag in her hand. The logo said 'Sketches and Scratches' the local art store. I watched her as she made her way over to her brother. She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. He nodded and put down his drink. He turned to say good-bye to the two other wizards he had been talking to, then he led the bit sized Weasel out of the bar. I glared at her back. Jealousy made my heart beat faster and my eyes narrow. Fianna had let that piece of crap ride her…I just didn't understand! With a sudden explosion of rage I threw myself away from the bar and stormed out into the mountains.

I walked for hours, I didn't even notice when the sunset, or how hungry I was. When I finally pulled myself out of my rage I made my way back to the lodge to get something to eat. The gravel crunched under my boots, and the windows of the lodge glowed with warm light. Pounding music met my ears when I realised it was Friday night. The Landlord always had a party on Friday nights and the tenants and the Dragon Trainers were always invited. Sometimes people from town showed up too. I glanced at my watch. It was ten thirty. I could wander around and eat for about ten minutes, before I had to set out again. It was about a twenty-minute walk to our meeting place.

It was warm in the lodge, and the sound of laughter, music, and dancing exploded around me. I wandered into the lounge where people were sitting on the couches, and dancing. There was a food table set up against one wall, and a few people were crowded around the punch bowl. I made myself a plate with a roll, a piece of pizza, and French fries…very nutritious, I know. I ate quickly and tried to ignore the fury bubbling in my stomach as I passed Weaselette on my way out the door.

GINNY'S POV

I had gotten my Oil paints at a little store I found back at the village. It was called 'Sketches and Scratches.' They had high quality brushes, paints, and even mineral spirits for a very reasonable price. I was rather happy with my find and went to find Charlie. He had mentioned something about having an easel in his office. Why he had an easel in his office, I do not know…I don't even really want to know. Luna had stayed at the village a bit longer, saying she wanted to shop around, so I made my way into the lodge alone. It was around three thirty and I knew Charlie would be on his break, so I headed for the bar.

I found him laughing with his friends. I waited for a minute for them to stop, and when they didn't, frustration welled up inside me. I didn't have time for this! I needed to pain. I tapped on my brother's shoulder and told him I needed the easel. I waited again impatiently as he said good-bye to his friends and lead me off into the open air.

"Don't tell me your going to paint!" He said over his shoulder to me. "Can't you even go a week with out getting that horrible stuff all over you?"

"You know I can't Charlie! Everything inspires me, and I have to get it all out somewhere! Anyways, I want to paint Fianna." I couldn't see his face but I knew he was rolling his eyes.

"Whatever." Was all he said, and pulled the key to his office out of his pocket and we stopped in front of another building. There was five or six door lined down the side in a row. They were painted grey, and each one had a number and a letter on in. Charlie's said 8-A. I raised my eyebrows once I saw the inside. It was the saddest attempt at an office I had ever seen. The walls were bare, there wasn't even a window, and even the floor was empty. Except for a parking metre, and easel, and a desk, which was plonked right, smack dab in the middle. There was no chair for the desk, and the only thing on it was a piece of parchment that was obviously his timetable, a clock, and a framed picture of our family.

"Wow, nice digs." I snorted sarcastically. Charlie grabbed the easel and passed it to me.

"I don't spend enough time in here to care what it looks like. I do all my work out side." I still shook my head at him as if disappointed.

"You can do better you know." I said, mimicking my mother's voice. He cuffed me lightly on the side of the head, and we both burst into laughter. It's and old joke. That was the first thing Mum said when she saw the shop the Twins had set up in Diagon alley.

"Your horrible." He told me with a grin, and I laughed.

"I do try." And with that, I set off to paint.

It didn't take me long to lose myself in my work. The reds and golds swirled together on my pallet, and were stroked expertly onto my canvas. Sharp claws and shining scales were produced with extreme delicacy, and her spines were sculpted with the most extreme care. By the time I was done, the sun was setting, and my hands were covered in red and gold pain. I packed up my things and headed inside. I took a shower and headed downstairs. There was supposed to be a party that night, and it would be the perfect place to tail Malfoy. After scrubbing all the paint from my body, I went in search of Luna. I found her flirting with a Dragon Trainer in the lounge. Music was thrumming off the walls, and there was laughter all around. I sat next to Luna and watched people dance for a while before I decided to go find a butter beer. I was just passing the door when Malfoy brushed past me, and disappeared out the door.

Aha! Here we go! I counted to one hundred, and then followed him out. His platinum blond hair shone under the moon like a beacon, and I had no trouble keeping up. Being quiet, on the other hand proved to be more of a challenge. You see, grace is a virtue…one I was unfortunately not gifted with at birth. Instead, I was gifted with pigheadedness…aren't I just the little lucky one? Well, I think he knew I was following him, or at least that someone was. I had to duck behind a boulder more than once. As I followed him, I examined him as best I could. It was very dark, and I could barely see the hand in front of my face. As I watched him, he reminded me of a jungle cat again. He was so stealthy…so quiet. But the way he walked spoke of danger, independence. I found myself wanting to paint him. The moon raised a few more steps in the sky before we finally came to a clearing. I was exhausted by now, not being the most athletic person in the world. And I wanted nothing more than to soak in a nice hot bath. But alas, the walk back would be long, and I would regret it in the morning. So, I settled myself among the rocks to watch.

He stood in the centre of the clearing and stared up at the moon. I waited for him to do something, or for something exciting to happen. But the minutes ticked by and he just stood there. What the hell was he doing? Maybe I was wrong; maybe he doesn't come out her to see Fianna. Maybe he is some mad, deranged lunatic that spends all night staring fixedly at the moon, and then proceeds to slaughter families…hey, I have a big imagination. I was about to get up and leave when I heard the faintest sound. Sort of like a knife cutting through the air so fast, it makes a swooshing noise. You know what I mean? Malfoy seemed to have heard it too, for his whole posture changed. It was no longer rigid and straight. His shoulders seemed to fall and his knees bent ever so slightly. Then without warning, a huge dragon seemed to crash down from the sky, her wings folding behind her back, and her neck stretching out after the explosion of flames. A huge cloud of dust exploded around the magnificent shimmering creature, and with a cry of pure delight, the huge being tackled Malfoy to the ground. I heard Malfoy hit the ground…hard. But instead of groaning in pain, he ran his slender fingers up the dragon's snout and scratched it affectionately behind her golden horns.

"Hey girl." He said solemnly, and got up from under the dragon. I watched in amazement as he cradled the huge creature's head against his chest and whispered into it's ear. Fianna snorted in a way that seemed to say,

'I missed you too!' I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Here Malfoy was, standing in the mountains in the middle of the freaking night acting almost…well…human.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this Fianna." He said to her after a while. His voice even seemed different. It was like he had peeled something away. I'm not sure what it was about his voice, it just seemed more normal. Like he had emotions.

"I get too tired. I could barely get myself out of bed this afternoon…" He stopped, and for a second I thought he was going to sight. "I can't stay here forever you know. I have responsibilities." Fianna snorted and butted her head against his chest in protest.

"You know as well as I do that I can't live with out money like you can. I need work Fianna. I need to support myself. And mother wants me to get married. I'll have to support a whole bloody family one day." He suddenly let go of the dragon's head and walked back a few steps. He was tense all over again. He seemed completely disgusted at the idea of having to support a family. I was starting to get creeped out. I was hearing things I knew I really shouldn't. These were his privet thoughts, his feelings. He was so tense now, I was sure that if you pushed him over, he would break. He made a feeble attempt at a sneer.

"Me, married." He snorted as if the idea was ludicrous. "I have enough shit to deal with. I don't need some bumbling blond moron or a wailing child." He slammed his fist hard into Fianna's chest. It hit the scales with a hard 'thump.' But the dragon didn't even seem to feel it. I watched him, as he stared at his fist, still up against the dragon, as blood slid down the scarlet red scales because he had hit the unyeilding flash so hard. I felt a wave of pity for him, and obviously Fianna did too, for she nudged the side of his head gently with her snout. As if to say,

'There there. Everything will be all right.' But Malfoy just et his hand fall to his side, and he looked up at the moon.

"Some one up there must really hate me." He said quietly, his eyes watching the heavens. Convinced now that I had seen too much, I get up to leave. But a little cloud of dust suddenly makes my nose tickle. Uh-oh…

"AH- AH-ACHOO!" Rubbing my nose vigorously, I glanced at Malfoy. Aw, crap. He had seen me, and he didn't look happy.

A/N Sorry this chapter took so long! I must have re-written it like, four hundred times! Well, here it is! Reveiws are necessary! I live off of them! Lol. Later!

Ashen

Did you all noticed I changed my pen same? I'm Silver Linning now!