A/N: Sorry if this is an utterly craptacular chapter, and sorry it's late. Also, sorry if it does not satisfy you, I shall do better in the future. I do hope you read AND review, that would be awesome, and I am also sorry that I do not own anything that you recognize from J. K Rowling. Enjoy.
Dweeb
"A work of art is a world in itself reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's world."
-Hans Hofmann
Ginny quickly dunk Draco underwater thankful for the fact that her back was the one facing the castle and that hopefully Ron didn't see Draco Malfoy. She held him there, underwater with one hand as she turned and waved at Ron.
"WHAT IS IT RON?" she bellowed back at him a little panicky. She hadn't given Draco enough time to catch his breath and was worried he might run out of air soon.
"SOMEBODY'S LOOKING FOR YOU…" Ron shouted back walking slowly towards the lake.
"NO RON!" she called out. From what she could make of his expression, he was looking at her confusedly.
"I'M COMING OUT, YOU STAY THERE! YOU'LL GET WET!" she screamed as she made splashing movements with her free hand to emphasize her point.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE BY YOURSELF ANYWAYS?" he screamed back at her, backing up slowly towards the castle.
Ginny sighed in relieve, so he hadn't seen Draco, she smiled as she screamed back at him.
"I'LL EXPLAIN LATER, YOU HEAD IN FIRST AND SAVE ME A SPOT AT BREAKFAST!" she screamed, sounding motherly, and making him remember all the times he forgot to save her a seat.
He nodded and retreated back into the castle. Ginny was about let go of her hand to let Draco up since he had been pushing at her middle slightly, when she nearly sunk into the water, no longer having Draco's head there for support. She squeaked as she spun in the water for any signs of him resurfacing somewhere else, just in case he was just messing with her. When she couldn't see him she started to panic, and she went under water to see if she could find him.
It was getting colder outside and they shouldn't have been playing in the water in the first place, and now things had just gotten ten times worse. She swan further and further down until she could feel the pressure of the water pushing against her, causing her ear drums to hurt. She swam back up to the top, breaking the surface right before she, her self, ran out of air.
When she surfaced she wiped at her eyes to clear her vision. Something consisting of black and blonde caught her attention. Malfoy she thought as she swam over to him with all her energy trying to make her self go faster, but her cloak weighed her down.
What seemed like centuries later, Ginny finally reached him, floating atop the water, face down. Ginny started to panic again as she flipped him onto his back, and suddenly he started to sink again, and she slid underneath him, slipping her smaller arms under his, trying to keep him up, his head resting on her shoulder. She swam as fast as she could to shore, trying to get out of the freezing water before they both got ill.
When they had gotten back onto land Ginny quickly pulled out her wand and cast a drying spell on Draco, and a quick warming spell, completing forgetting about her self.
Ginny shook what felt like should've been the life out of him, but he didn't even so much as twitch. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so worried in her life before, well except for the time when she heard that Charlie, her second eldest brother almost died from getting burnt by one of the dragons. But that was for a family member, of course she would have been worried, but for a non family member, and someone she was supposed to hate, she couldn't remember a time she had felt this worried.
She was about to shake him again when realization dawned on her like a brick wall, she smacked her hand on her forehead and pulled out her wand once again and pointed it at him. She had been ready to perform a reviving spell for him when a shrill scream came across the grassy courtyard.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BLOODY MUGGLE LOVING FOOL!" Pansy Parkinson screeched as she came across the courtyard as fast as her lanky legs on platforms could carry her. Ginny was about to step in front of Draco, shielding him from Parkinson, but thought better of it, for it would have made the wench suspicious of what was really going on.
Parkinson pushed Ginny aside as she started groping at Draco, trying to make it seem as if she was trying to check him for any injuries, emphasis on trying. Ginny had to suppress the urge with all her strength to rip Parkinson off of Draco, and she opted for rolling her eyes heavenward.
When the groping didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, and Ginny was about to hex the girl into the next world, the girl turned her pug face at Ginny, trying to settle her already scrunched up features into a glare. It didn't work, it only made Ginny want to gag outwardly, and instead she opted to do it inwardly. Ginny crossed her arms cross her chest and sneered at the girl, hanging about with Malfoy so much really was rubbing off on her, but she wasn't complaining.
"How dare you touch poor Draco with your filthy hands!" the pug faced Parkinson seethed at her. Did she honestly think she sounded threatening? Parkinson got up and moved towards Ginny slowly, but Ginny was a Weasley, and Weasley's did not back down. Ginny straightened her posture more and deepened her scowl.
"If you honestly think Draco is poor, then you're obviously even more ignorant than everyone thought." Ginny said, emphasizing Malfoy's first name. She knew that Parkinson did not mean poor as in financial wise; she just liked taunting the simple girl.
The girl started to splutter indignantly when Ginny tried not to smack her upside the head.
"Look Parkinson, if you care so much for your Slytherin Prince then I'd advise you to mobilize him up to the infirmary before he catches a cold." Ginny said looking at Malfoy, a hint of alarm in her voice, but she doubted the dim witted blonde would have even noticed.
Parkinson glared one last time at Ginny before she pulled out her wand and surprisingly, performed the right charm, levitating Malfoy into the castle. Ginny followed behind and shivered. Remembering she was still wet she performed a drying spell on her robes and ran into the Great Hall before she wasted anymore time and worried her brother even more.
After breakfast she proceeded to her classes, and then to lunch. As she entered the Great Hall for lunch, she suppressed the urge to look up over at the Slytherin table, but she didn't hold out for long. Instead of seeing silver-blonde hair, she met a piggish glare. Ginny rolled her eyes as she sat down near Colin Creevey a fellow 6th year Gryffindor as she quickly scanned the rest of the Slytherin table. She didn't see him, and was beginning to get that panicky feeling in her stomach again. Was she worrying about him?
Shaking that thought from her head she looked over at Ron, and a thought struck her. When he had come outside earlier this morning, almost catching her and Malfoy, he had said someone was looking for her.
Before she could voice her question at the red head looking at her questioningly, his eyes narrowed as she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up into dark ocean blue eyes that with the shadow across his face made his eyes a violet shade. She looked at him quizzically as he smiled down at her and offered her his hand. She smiled back at him timidly and took his proffered hand, getting up and following him out into the hall.
Not too many people were watching them at first, but when some started to notice, chatter started to rise in the Great Hall just as they left through the double doors.
They had arrived in a corridor not too far from the infirmary, and Ginny tried not to run in and check up on Draco, for she knew that was where he was. She looked impatiently at the boy standing in front of her and she could feel her self tense up at his intent gaze.
"What is it Zabini?" She asked, glancing quickly down the hall at the closed infirmary doors.
"It's Blaise" he replied smoothly, taking a step closer to her. Ginny's guard immediately went up. Even though her relationship with Draco was a secret to the world, it was no secret to her, and she did not believe in being disloyal to the ones she…cared for.
"Alright…Blaise, what is it?" she said looking at him skeptically, consciously moving a step backward.
"I was just wondering if you made a decision on whether or not I was good enough a subject to model for you…" he said looking her up and down more so than in the face for an answer.
"I…I guess that would be fine, but I think we should only meet once a week, and only for half an hour." She said quickly, once again glancing back at the infirmary.
"Why such little time, afraid of spending too much time in the company of a Slytherin?" Blaise asked his lips curving into a slight smirk.
At this Ginny snorted in a very un-lady like way. She spent too much time in the company of a Slytherin. She also noted that his smirk wasn't as attractive as Draco's, then again, no one was as attractive as Draco, Ginny thought.
"It's not that Blaise, it just doesn't take that long for me to sketch or draw something, besides, I'm only thinking ahead. I can't be gone too long or else Ron will suspect something and beat you to a bloody pulp." She reasoned.
He smiled at her, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
"Alright then…shall we say…Thursdays at 7:00?" at this, Ginny's head snapped up. Thursdays were the only days that Ginny could spend more than half an hour with Draco without people getting suspicious. Ginny shook her head furiously.
"No, that doesn't work out for me, how about Wednesdays at 6:30 'til 7:00, in the old charms classroom?" Ginny suggested, inching slowly away from him.
"That works out, alright; I can tell you're in a hurry to get somewhere so I'll see you next Wednesday." Blaise said as he walked backwards and gave a mock salute to her before he disappeared down the corridor.
She looked up and down the corridor and made sure no one saw her before she darted into the infirmary. She had just closed the door when she heard a voice behind her.
"What are you doing here?"
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