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"Great art picks up where nature ends."
-Marc Chagall

A clear resounding thud could be heard in the quiet of the corridor that could only resemble the sound of a heavy bag full of books and parchment falling to the ground. Ginny was dumbfounded, had Blaise Zabini really asked to model for her?

She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Blaise Zabini could not have possibly asked her something as absurd as that. Honestly, she was a Weasley, and he was one of the more high class purebloods. She narrowed her eyes at him as she walked slowly up to him, forgetting her bag for the time being.

"Y-you want to… model for me?" Ginny stammered out.

"Yeah…before you put your sketchbook away I got a good glance at the drawing you did of the couple in the hall. If anyone had seen them in the hall it would've been sick making just watching them go at it, but they way you drew them, it really captured the moment and what they were truly feeling and what it was really about. You're a great artist Ginny…I know it's out of character for me to give out compliments so easily…but it's the truth. We Slytherin's may be cruel, wretched, and deceitful at times, but we don't lie…we only tell half truths." He said giving her a half smile.

Ginny couldn't help smiling back at him, but she didn't know whether or not to trust him or not. Then again she really didn't see anything wrong with sketching him, or painting him. What could he possibly do that would bring her reputation down even lower? She couldn't think of anything, so she agreed.

"If you really want to…I don't usually take models though…" Ginny said hesitantly.

He looked at Ginny for a while, and shrugged at her turning to leave.

"Alright then, but do tell me if you ever change your mind. You'll see me around." He said as he descended some stairs Ginny assumed only lead to the Slytherin dormitories.

Ginny turned and went to the stairway where she was headed in the first place. Somewhat in a trance she picked up her bag and made her trek to Gryffindor tower.


She reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and murmured the password and slipped inside. She hadn't even the slightest clue what time it was, but she definitely knew that she was tired. She walked across the common room and was about to start up the stairs when there was movement in the corner of her eye. She turned to see Ron just mere centimeters away from her. Her eyes went wide, and she had to take a step back in order to look at him without breaking her neck.

"What is it Ron?" she asked, totally confused.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked, still looking down on her.

"I was just out in the corridor, I was drawing and must've lost track of time…why what time is it?" Ginny pulled back the sleeve of her robe to look at her watch, but Ron was so close he was blocking any light that the fire was giving off.

"You lost track of time Ginny?" he asked, his voice sounding incredulous.

"What is it with you Ron? You never used to be like this, it never really mattered to you if I got in late or not." Ginny whispered at him worriedly.

Ron looked sheepish at Ginny for a moment. It was true, Ron was an overprotective brother when it really counted, like, who she dated, and how well she was doing on her school work, and her well-being in general. But Ron had matured over the years enough to not scold Ginny on every single thing she did, and especially not on how late she got back to the tower, unless it was more than half an hour after curfew.

"Well, I was just asking because…I…well…we'reshortaplayerforexplodingsnap." He said in a rush.

Ginny rolled her eyes good naturally at her brother, as a small smile formed on her lips.

"You could've just asked me to join your game instead of scolding me for something as petty as coming in late." Ginny said smiling to herself as she walked over to the overstuffed couches and plopped herself down in front of the other two players as she placed her bag neatly beside her.

"Besides Ronald, you know I would never pass on a game of exploding snap." She added smiling wickedly at him.

"I knew you could'nt resist losing to me Ginevra." Ron said tauntingly.

Ginny's mouth fell open in astonishment, glaring playfully at him she looked at the other two players, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan.

"Alright, have it your way then Ronniekins, Seamus shall be my partner, and we will, shall I say, kick you arses?" Ginny replied equally as tauntingly, an undoubtedly familiar smirk playing at her lips.

Ron's jaw dropped open at the use of his childhood nickname as he sat abruptly across from Dean as they dealt out the cards.

An hour an a half later, found Ginny and Seamus rolling on the ground, clutching at their stomachs at the sight of Ron and Dean's burnt eyebrows and graying foreheads. Ginny and Seamus had definitely kicked their arses; it would show Ron to taunt Ginny ever again.

Ginny got up off the floor wiping the tears away from her eyes, slinging her messenger bag over her shoulders once again.

"Well, it's getting pretty late, I'm going to head to bed now, and I'll see you all in the morning." Ginny waved at them and turned walking up the steps to her sixth year girls' dormitories.


Ginny glanced at her watch as she lit a candle by her beside as she pulled the curtains back. It was only 10:30, and here she thought it was later. Ginny set down her bag at the end of her bed on her trunk as she grabbed her night ware and went into the bathroom to change.

Ginny emerged from the bathroom several moments later with her hair tied up in a lose pony tail as she trotted back to her bed and climbed beneath her covers.

Just as she got under her warm covers, she thought of what Blaise Zabini had said.

He wants to model for me? Ginny still couldn't believe it. Blaise Zabini, of Slytherin house, wanted to model for her? She didn't usually take models, just drawing what she saw and what made her happy. It would be different with a model…it would be very different. He was the perfect gentlemen towards her in the corridor, even so much as appraising her artwork. Ginny could feel a blush creep up her neck as she thought about how sincere Blaise sounded as he complimented her artwork. Even though he was nice to her, and seemed totally different from what she ever thought he was, Ginny still couldn't shake the thought that there had to be an ulterior motive to all of this.

Blaise Zabini, coincidentally trips under the window that Ginny was sitting at, and him being enamored by how she looked when she concentrated? Then pursuing conversation with her, Ginny Weasley, and also asking if he could model for her? All of it just seemed a bit dodgy to her.

Ginny laid her head down onto her puffy pillow and tried to get her mind off of the idea of Blaise Zabini modeling for her. She didn't know how long she had been lying there but it felt like hours to Ginny, she looked over at her beside table at her clock. It was 10:46pm. Ginny rolled her eyes and turned onto her left side, facing away from the clock.

For a moment she felt her eyes close and the world went away. She saw flashes of color, and different memories of when she was having fun with her brothers over the summer holidays, and flashes of all her different art works. The last thing Ginny saw before she opened her eyes was Blaise Zabini looking at her in the corridor.


When Ginny opened her eyes again she felt a little frustrated at the feeling of no sleep what so ever. She rolled onto her right side and looked at the clock.

6:38am, it was still early, but Ginny didn't feel as if she could sleep anymore, or that she had at all. She got up, went to the 6th year girls' dormitory washroom and took a nice long hot shower. She emerged from the shower fully dressed and clean. Her hair falling onto her shoulders in wet locks, she could have dried her hair with a simple spell, but she rather enjoyed letting her hair dry the natural way.

She looked at the clock one last time before she hefted her bag onto her shoulder and was about to head out, 7:03am. No one would be awake at this time, Ginny knew this, but seeing as it was still early, she decided to head down to the lake. As Ginny made her way out of the common room quietly and undetected by anyone, to her relief she thought about everything that happened yesterday.

Why had she been so defensive? Sure, it was a little strange that a Slytherin would take interest in a Gryffindor, and especially a Weasley Gryffindor, but it wasn't anything new to her, and she realized that. It wasn't the first time a Slytherin had taken interest in her, but she knew why she was a little shocked. Blaise Zabini had been drawn to her for her artistic abilities, just like he was. Ginny bit the bottom of her lip slightly as she felt a smile tug at her lips.

It was too early to think about him, he reminded her of Tom yet…in a much more pleasant way, and he was definitely his own person, it must've just been how she felt about him that made her think of Tom. Ginny pushed open the double doors leading outside, looking around a little shocked at how fast she reached the entrance doors. Ginny then chuckled to herself and mentally scolded herself, silly girl, there's no such thing as too early to think about him.

Ginny then allowed herself to think about him, letting all the emotions he caused inside of her surface onto her face. At first when he had first started to pursue her she was very dodgy, she had her doubts about his motives, and was very untrustworthy of him. She hadn't wanted to let him past the wall she had built up inside of her, for she didn't want to turn back into that naive little girl that had once let Tom in. But as hard as she had tried to push him away and not let him get passed her wall, he had broken in, breaking down her wall so easily…just like a hot knife into soft butter.

They weren't much of anything; Ginny always had to remind herself. They were friends, but maybe a little more, she was never sure. He was civil to her, as close to being kind as she thought he could ever muster up. Ginny shook her head trying to physically shake the thoughts out of her head, but when she did that, thoughts of Blaise Zabini once again flooded her mind.

Yes, Blaise was and is a handsome boy, just like Tom was…but Ginny knew deep down inside that there was someone way more handsome then the both of them combined, and Ginny would never deny her mind those thoughts, or her heart for that matter.

Ginny never fancied thinking herself as anything but there. She never thought she was pretty, or that she was capable of being pretty. But that wasn't true, she was pretty, not gorgeous, but pretty. The modest type of pretty, the one where one day she would become beautiful, and no one would have had a clue. She never smiled much, but that was what caught people's attention, that was her best feature second to her eyes, where as she liked to think it was her artistic ability, that was just a façade people put on so they could talk to her, wanting to see her smile again.

Blaise had a nice build, was the right height, and had a very nice face, and yesterday Ginny had stared at him, a little too long for her liking. She didn't feel anything akin to romantic feelings for him, but she couldn't help but stare at him last night. Ginny gave a frustrated sigh as she sat down upon a rock in front of the lake, staring out at its vast stillness. She set her bag on the ground beside the rock she was sitting on as she leaned over the other side to retrieve some skipping stones.

She threw the first stone and it skipped twice before sinking beneath the surface, causing a few ripples. She skipped the second stone, but that one wasn't any better as it just sunk immediately. Ginny then set down the stones as she hugged her cloak closer to her as the chilly morning air rushed by her.

She looked down at her cloak and smiled fingering the material between her index finger and her thumb. It was made of a thick, rich black material that she knew was expensive, at least for it that was. This cloak was a gift and Ginny wore it every chance she had, treating it as a prized possession. In the beginning she hadn't wanted to accept it, not liking the idea of people buying things for her, she would have much rather saved her money and bought her own things, but he had insisted and been so persistent. He even went as far as sending it to the Burrow for her, last Christmas, during her 5th year.

Ginny knew since that first time they had talked, had actually been civil towards each other that she would fall for him. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she knew that in the end, she would give in. but she didn't know how he felt, and that irked her more than anything. He was civil with her, and they would often have their arguments, but what two normal people don't argue?

At first, he wasn't as civil with her as he was to her now, but he had started to warm up to her. For he too, had his own wall built up inside himself, shielding all his emotions from the world.

Ginny believed, metaphorically, that she had stuck by his side long enough, understood him enough that he trusted her only enough to let her get close to his wall, but she had yet to break it down.

They were what she would call friends, but she couldn't help smiling at the thought that they were a bit more than that. Seeing as they had the occasional hug, they snogged and on the very rare occasion he would hold her hand. She liked it best when he held her hand, it gave her a sense of security, and that he was truly there for her, lending her a helping hand, being her support system, but he never did hold her hand all that much.

They barely saw each other, but they would both make an effort to try and see each other after hours on school nights and during the day on weekends.

Thinking of him now made Ginny realize that she missed him, she missed the intelligent conversation they had, his witty remarks, the daring edge she always saw in his eyes, oh, and those beautiful eyes of his, how she missed those. She missed their spats, and the feeling she got when he's barely within her vicinity. She basically missed him in general, his whole being, who he was and is.

There once was a time Harry Potter had made her feel, a little giddy, but those feelings for him had faded after her second year. The feelings she now harbored were much stronger and clearer, now she only needed to know if he felt the same about her as she did for him.

Ginny decided to give skipping stones another try as a way to get him off her mind. Besides, she thought, if he can do it, so can I!

She picked up the stones she had discarded earlier and proceeded to skip them over the lack again. After she had skipped about two rocks successfully twice each, and sunk about four, she realized that she might be disturbing the inhabitants of the lake. She looked at her watch, 7:32am, and figured it would be too early for any of them to be awake, especially the Squid, and that breakfast was going to begin soon.

Ginny once again leaned over the side of the rock she was on and picked up some more skipping stones, placing them in her lap as she picked one up. She made a face that made her feel determined, but to the world it would only succeed in making her look like a toad. She pulled her arm back and out slightly to the side, holding the stone in the palm of her hand, her index finger and thumb at the point of the smooth stone. She swung her arm forward, flicking her wrist as she did so, as he had tried to show her, only to have the stone, once again, sink.

Ginny was never the type to easily get frustrate, but today was too early for things not to go her way, so she grabbed the rest of the stones in her lap and tossed them into the lake.

"Bugger it" she muttered to herself.

Just as she was about to get up off her rock, a stone came flying be her face and towards the lake. She watched as the stone skipped perfectly over the lake at least six or seven times before sinking.

"Gee Weasley, we all knew you were incompetent, but you really ought to keep that temper of yours in check." Came the drawl of the one, the only, Draco Malfoy.

Ginny had turned her head at the sound of his voice, but once she heard is comment she whipped her head back towards the lack, propping her left cheek on her left fist, elbow resting on her knee. She pouted.

Any earlier thoughts in Ginny's head of ever missing him dissipated, and were replaced now with wicked thoughts of once again putting the bat bogey hex on him like she did in her 5th year.


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