A/N: Yes, another story…MAHAHA! I can't stop writing them…grr! But no worries, one day I will actually finish a fic, I hope you all enjoy this one. I'll be updating it soon, or try to at least. I got the idea for this from a Manga series that I am reading, but I'm adding my own twist to it. I am not going to tell you the pairing just yet; you'll figure it out in time…lol! I most likely won't be adding any more A/N's unless it is very important. Reviews are very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine…maybe the plot…though I did get the idea from a manga series. Everything HP related Belongs to J.K Rowling. And the whole sketching/modeling thingy belongs to Fuyumi Soryo. Peace.
Dweeb.


"A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art."
- Paul Cezanne


Watching the students rush off to their dormitories to get ready for the first day of classes was quite a sight. For Ginevra Anne Weasley, it was a magnificent site. Sitting on a windowsill, ankles crossed, sketchbook in her lap and pencil in hand, she drew furiously every single student she saw in the hallway. The blur of different colors was amazing to Ginny, as she drew the outline of all the bustling students, she also grabbed her pencil crayons she got at the local art shop in Hogsmeade and started adding colors. Black first, as it was the main color, and also the base color. Then she started coloring in each student's skin color followed by their hair color and house scarf colors. She had taken a mental picture of all the students in her head and just let the image flow through to her fingers and onto her parchment. After she was done with her light sketch and coloring she held the book at an arms length to admire her work. She smiled slightly at the smiling faces she saw, and at the somewhat sad and worried faces she saw on her parchment as well. She was getting pretty quick at drawing now. Ginny had been improving her skills all of her fifth year and all during summer break, and now she was entering her sixth year.

She turned the page of her already worn down sketchbook she had bought herself. During her summer she had worked for Fred and George at their joke shop to earn some extra money on weekends, but that wasn't what had gotten her the money she had now. Sure, her family was starting to get along pretty well; her father getting a raise at the ministry, well…not really a raise; more of a promotion, but her family wasn't as poor as they were before. Yet, Ginny decided that she should find her own means of money instead of depending on her family for the rest of her life.

Ginny loved to draw, and during the summer when she wasn't working for Fred and George in Diagon Alley she would sit outside Forlean Fortescue's ice cream parlor sketch the scenery before her or local people passing by while enjoying a small cup of chocolate raspberry swirl ice cream.

One day during the summer, she was at the ice cream parlor sketching the two cutest little kids she had ever seen playing around with toy brooms and fake wands in front of her, when she had dropped her pencil. She put down her sketch and went over to pick it up, when someone had accidentally stepped on it. She cried out indignantly as the person had apologized and picked up the pencil for her. She looked up to see a stout little old woman with a beaming smile upon her face, wearing the most peculiar outfit she had ever seen, a purple jump suit with green polka dots and a feathered hat upon her head. She smiled at the woman and went back to her seat at her table. The woman followed Ginny and Ginny was getting kind of uncomfortable, when she noticed that the woman wasn't stalking Ginny or anything she was there to pick up the kids.

"Sorry about stepping on your stick earlier, dear." The stout woman said to her, beaming.

"It's alright; it's a pencil by the way…a muggle thing." Ginny said smiling shyly; the woman had an appalled expression on her face for about two seconds until she noticed the picture on Ginny's sketchbook.

"Did you draw that, dear?" the woman asked.

"Yes I did…" Ginny answered trying to hide it, for she didn't think her drawings were all that nice, she only saw them as mere sketches anyways.

"You've gotten my grandchildren down to the last detail! And you did it all with that stick? It's almost like a photograph, that's in black and white…and isn't moving." The woman said sounding amazed, pulling the book from underneath Ginny's arms and looking at the picture more carefully.

"Thank you…" Ginny said looking down at the ground.

"May I have this?" The woman asked.

"Well…I…um" Ginny stammered.

"Alright, have it your way. I shall give you twenty sickles for it." She said looking at Ginny all business like.

Ginny didn't meant that she had wanted to sell her drawing, it was just she didn't believe the woman had liked her drawing in the first place.

"No, it's-"Ginny started to protest, but apparently the woman would have none of it.

"Alright! Two Galleons, and not a Knut more." The woman said in a tone that signaled the discussion over. She swiftly ripped the page out of the sketchbook, set it back down on the table and placed two gold Galleons on top of her sketchbook. The woman then proceeded to walk away, but stopped and turned back.

"Would you mind signing this for me dear?" the woman said, beaming once again at Ginny. Ginny was speechless, and all she could do was pick up her pencil and sign her name in the bottom right hand corner.

"Weasley?" the woman asked uncertainly, she looked at the drawing and then at Ginny, and she walked away smiling.

Within the next couple days, Ginny had gotten various owls and sometimes people would even drop by at Fred and George's joke shop or even the Burrow, and request that Ginny draw, sketch or paint something for them in return for money. Since she was found sometimes at Fred and George's joke shop, they had made quite a few Galleons themselves, and that was how Ginny had made most of her money, by painting things of meaning to the people, or just simple scenery's. But she had to stop now, seeing as she was going to school. But she was content with the amount of money she had made.

She smiled at herself as she looked at the many sketches in her sketchbook. It was almost complete…and she would need to open up her other sketchbook that she had gotten just before school started.

Ginny looked up and down the hall as it had begun clearing quite quickly for something to draw, and just as she was about to settle on drawing one of the torches she saw a couple huddled up against a wall in the shadows, snogging no less. But as Ginny looked on closer inspection, she saw that the couple wasn't doing just mindless snogging as the rest of the world was; she saw that it was more love-filled.

They were standing close together, yes, but it wasn't in a sex-charged way. It was a warm, reassuring embrace. The boy was holding the girls face in both hands, as she was holding him lightly around the waist, hands resting on his hips. He leaned in to kiss her, and Ginny was making a face, but then she heard the guy whisper to the girl,

"I love you." It was three simple words, and Ginny had heard those words spoken lightly all the time. They were thrown around like a beach ball at the beach, just for fun and oh so carelessly. But the way the boy had said it to the girl standing in the hall, it seemed different. A wave of emotion overcame Ginny, and she could feel her heart aching just so slightly. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the couple. And she continued watching, just to see the girl's reaction.

A single tear dropped down the side of the girls face as the boy swiftly moved in to give her a kiss, a kiss that most likely showed the girl how sincere he was about his feelings towards her. Ginny couldn't take it anymore; she had to sketch the scene before her.

She quickly drew the outline of the couple, then making it clearer as to which body belonged to whom. She drew the way they were standing, his hands cupping the girls face, as she held her hands at his hips. She then proceeded to draw how the girl's eyes were half lidded and the boys face was mere millimeters away from hers. Both pair of lips parted, and the boy staring straight into the depths of the girl's eyes. Ginny drew their school robes, scarves, shoes, her skirt, and his trousers; she drew their hair, and their facial expressions. Finally finishing off the couple before her, she drew the single tear that had traveled down the young girls face. The couple was most likely a year ahead of her, but the girl still looked young.

Ginny was satisfied with the way she drew the couple. She could definitely feel the emotion flying right off of the parchment, and it wasn't even charmed. Ginny drew the corridor, and torches, sketching in the paintings that were already hanging on the walls. Adding the finishing touches on her sketch, Ginny drew in the shadows, and different tones of black. She smiled slightly at the newly drawn picture she just drew. It was now, her new favorite picture. Her former favorite picture that she drew had been of a stray kneazle, with abnormally huge golden eyes. She had sketched the kneazle, only coloring in its eyes.

Ginny looked up from her parchment expecting the couple to be there snogging the life out of each other, but they weren't there anymore. Ginny looked around awkwardly raising one eyebrow and got up to leave. She put her book and pencils in her messenger bag and jumped down from the window sill, landing on someone.

"Sorry!" Ginny said frantically as she got up off the person as quickly as she could, she was totally baffled, not knowing why anyone in their right mind would be under the window sill. They'd have to be practically lying on the ground seeing as the window wasn't that far up form the ground.

"It's alright, it was my fault anyways." Ginny looked down at the boy lying on the ground and her jaw nearly dropped, but she had more self control then that. He was smiling up at her, his dark ocean blue eyes shining slightly in the torch light.

The boy got up from the ground and dusted off his robes. Ginny finally shaking herself out of her star struck reverie, proceeded to make at least small talk with the boy.

"If I may ask, why were you on the ground?" Ginny said, her voice sounding small and distant to her ears.

He smiled shyly at her, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground, then bringing his head up again.

"Well at first my mate had tripped me, it was quite rude if I say so myself. Then he just left me to get my own things, and when I looked up I saw you…and I ended up just staying down there watching you…" He trailed off as a big smile crept onto his face.

Ginny's face turned from one of awe to shock and a little bit of indignation.

"You were watching me from under me?" Ginny asked, sounding a little shell-shocked.

"No, no! Don't misinterpret what I was trying to say. I was watching you draw…and how you put so much concentration into it. I don't know how to explain it. But watching you draw was quite, fascinating." He finished off smiling, yet again.

"Oh" was all Ginny said, her mouth forming a slight 'o'.

Ginny looked at him a little more closely, not even noticing the silence that had surrounded them, and how he was looking at her quizzically as she looked him up and down.

Through his opened school robes, Ginny could see his white buttoned down shirt, neatly tucked into his grey finely pressed school pants, and bright shiny black dress shoes. As she peered closer at his clothes, she could make out a pretty lean figure, she wasn't quite sure of any muscles he might have had, but his height of 6'2, and lean figure would surely have a little muscle if anything at all. She looked up at his face, not noticing his eyes that were boring right into hers, and she saw black hair that fell just past the middle of his eyes, a slender nose, that wasn't too big, or too small, but just fitting his face. He had a tanned face, that wasn't pointed, but wasn't rounded either. She then saw slender pink lips, that were thin, but not in the sense that you couldn't see them…oh boy, Ginny thought, she could definitely see his lips.

She was staring at the shape of his lips, when it turned into a smirk, so she averted her gaze, a small hint of a blush appearing on her face. She looked at his school tie, and at first she couldn't make out the colors, but when she did, her head snapped up to meet his eyes.

"Why would you, a Slytherin be watching a Gryffindor draw?" she asked giving her self a bit more distance between her and the newly found Slytherin. Ginny wasn't usually a paranoid person, or one of prejudice. But she was just a bit shell-shocked at finding out a Slytherin would waste their time actually watching her draw. And if anyone was anyone, they would have figured that she was a Weasley because of her flame red hair.

Ginny Weasley was not one that would fall under the category of Drop-dead-gorgeous. She was pretty, and maybe she could be beautiful in the eyes of a lover, one day, but not now. She was just pretty, but not in a plain way, she had her own distinctive attractiveness. She was a petit girl of 5'3, she had curves, but not the ones that would be classified as to die for, her long auburn hair reached down in soft curls to about her mid-back, her freckles had faded over the summer to a light dusting across her nose. But the most attractive thing about Ginny Weasley, were her doe shaped eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes that would change color with every emotion she felt. The same pools of emotions that would darken when she was angry, upset or sad, even though her face would reveal nothing, her eyes revealed everything. They would lighten and scrunch up when that pretty smile of hers would surface on her face or when she was able to enjoy a good laugh.

"What?" The Slytherin asked, sounding a little offended.

"Never mind…" Ginny said as she straightened her bag and started to walk around him, but his arm shot out to stop her, grabbing her upper arm in a tight grip, but not tight enough to inflict pain on her.

Ginny looked at his hand and then up into his eyes, seemingly lost in them for a second. He was a handsome boy, not just cute, or hot, he was handsome, and you never really run into many of those kinds of boys now a days, but Ginny didn't want to run into those kinds of boys. Tom was a handsome boy.

"How about we start over?" He suggested, letting go of Ginny's arm, extending it once again for her to shake it, and giving her an encouraging smile. Ginny nodded briefly and extended her arm as well, placing her small hand into his bigger one.

"Hi, I'm Blaise Zabini, Seventh year, Slytherin." He said politely shaking her hand lightly.

"I'm Ginny Weasley…" Ginny said hesitantly, but seeing as his face didn't display anything close to disgust Ginny continued, "Sixth year, Gryffindor."

"Nice to meet you Ginny…is that really your full name?" He asked, letting go of her hand and starting to walk slowly. Ginny followed suit, and started walking slowly beside him, going in the direction of the Great Hall.

"Um…no." She replied meekly.

"Oh, well do you mind if I asked what it was?"

"Yes."

"Not much of a talker, are you Ginny?"

"…no." Not since after what happened in her first year, she didn't like talking to anybody…in fear of letting people get too close to her.

He chuckled slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked at Ginny, cocking his head to the side.

"How long have you been drawing for?" he asked after a few moments of silence.

"Since, just after my first year." Art was a form of expression she always told her self, and Ginny didn't believe in keeping journals anymore.

"What do you draw?" he asked her, curiosity dripping off of every word.

"Anything really, I like to draw Scenery's or whatever's in front of me, but mostly I like to draw people." Ginny said, giving him half a smile.

"Do you use models?" He asked her.

"Not really, I just draw passer by's really…" She answered truthfully, she never really had a model, never really got the courage to ask for someone to model for her, that or she just couldn't find the right person to model for her.

They walked on a bit more until they reached the Great Hall, the place where they would go their separate ways, to their separate dormitories, into their separate worlds.

He looked at Ginny briefly, and smiling slightly he turned to walk away, waving at her.

"Nice to meet you again Ginny, see you around."

"Nice to meet you too, yeah…see you around." Although Ginny knew that they would most definitely see each other around, she also knew that it would be highly doubtful that they would ever speak again.

She waved at his retreating forma and turned to go up the stairs that would sooner or later lead her back to Gryffindor Tower. Just as she was going to step on the first step, she heard him call out to her and she stopped to turn and look at him.

"Yes?" She asked peering at him questioningly.

He looked bashful, and she smiled slightly at his child like innocence.

"I know that I'm in Slytherin, and I have a reputation to uphold as a cold hearted bastard, but…" He started saying. He didn't seem like such a cold hearted bastard to her, now Draco Malfoy that was one cold hearted bastard, or so Ron told her.

"Would it be alright with you, if I modeled for you?"