A/N: FINALLY AN UPDATE! I'm sorry is if this chapter is incredibly short and cheesy. But I've had writer's block on this for so long; I don't even know what I want to happen with this story anymore. But, it'll come to me and I'll write longer and better chapters. I'm really sorry.
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"I don't say everything, but I paint everything."

Pablo Picasso


"I didn't say I was complaining." He said trying to sound husky with his parched throat. Ginny smirked as she remained where she was and started to bend over to kiss him.

"But your body will be soon enough, Mr. Malfoy." The undeniable drawl of Severus Snape drifted towards them as the curtain surrounding Draco's cot opened, revealing their potions master and their school healer.


Ginny shook her head, smiling to herself as she walked back up to Gryffindor tower. Yesterday was pretty intense for everyone, going from her encounter with Blaise and encountering Pansy putting her hands all over her Draco. In the end, all Snape had done was smirk knowingly at Draco, and raised an inquiring eyebrow at Ginny. She had left them after that to have a private moment to them selves; after all, Snape was Draco's Godfather. On top of all that, before Ginny had left Draco and Snape alone, Draco had admitted that he had asked Madame Pomfrey to play along with him being really sick just to see how Ginny would react. At first she was furious with him because she was really worried, but was rather relieved; knowing that he only had a slight cold and would be released from the infirmary very soon.

As Ginny continued on her way back to her tower from her last class of the day, she saw Pansy walk down the hall and around a corner, and thoughts of the other day came rushing back to her. Hands all over Draco, fighting with the nurse that Draco would want that wench touching what was Ginny's. Pansy had no right to touch her Draco.

Ginny stopped dead in her tracks, scrunching her features into one of confusion and wondering when she started becoming so possessive about Draco. Draco…she thought, she rolled around the sound of his name in her mind. She looked all around her and not seeing a student in sight she decided to test his name rolling off her tongue out loud.

"Draco….Draco…" she started repeating, her smile growing each time she said it. She liked the sound of it, and the feelings it ignited within her. She was definitely going to use it more often, and the sound of her name off of his lips was just ineffable…

"Why are you saying Draco over and over again?" Hermione's voice suddenly cut through Ginny's thoughts.

"What? Huh? What?" Ginny whirled around her hand flying to her chest a panic look in her eyes meeting with Hermione's. One good thing about being with Draco for so long was, his way of quick wit and words that had definitely rubbed off on her. "I'm not saying Draco! I'm just repeating the school…motto…you know…" Ginny said looking anywhere but into Hermione's eyes. "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titallandus"

Hermione gave Ginny a skeptical look and after a while she raised an eyebrow and made a little sound deep within her throat and continued on to the portrait hole in front of them.

Honestly, Ginny thought, Hermione can be so rude sometimes, and nosey…

Ginny ran past Hermione as they reached the portrait hole and whispered the password. She raced up into her sixth year girls' dorms discarding her side bag by her bed and running into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was going to meet Blaise quickly before she met with Draco under the willow tree. Draco had recovered quickly yesterday, and was released today, and in celebration Draco and her were going to have a picnic in their favorite spot- by far the most romantic thing Draco had done so far with her.

Ten minutes later she had dressed in a black long t-shirt and dark muggle jeans, emptying her school books onto her bed and putting her sketchbook in it, with some extra parchment and her quills and pencils in as well.

Ginny started walking down the stairs, and before anyone could engage her in any kind of conversation she raced through the common room and out the portrait hole, running towards to old charms classroom.

When she reached the classroom, she was out of breath and had bent over, hands on her knees, breathing in deep breaths trying to gather air. She reached her hand up to grasp the doorknob to the classroom, but instead he hand came in contact with…another sort of handle.

Ginny's head shot up, immediately she pulled her hand back and she blushed at where she had found her hand. Blaise chuckled at her predicament, and opened the door before letting her go first.

Ginny rushed in, not looking at him and began setting up for the next half hour they were going to be spending together. As she set up, Blaise sat himself on the edge of a window seat near the front of the classroom, where the teachers' desk used to be. Ginny had her sketchbook out, and her quills and pencils ready, the only reason she had brought extra parchment was if Blaise requested to take one of the drawings with him. She really didn't like ripping out pages of sketchbook.

"So where do you want me first?" Blaise asked from his seat on the window.

Ginny visibly blushed and started to fiddle with one of her quills. When she had found the courage to look up, she had replied that the window where he was now was good enough.

"If you start to get uncomfortable you can move somewhere else that's fine with me" she said tentatively, as she started to outline the angle of his body, adding in darker lines where necessary.

Half an hour later, Ginny had two fully rendered sketches in her sketchbook and an ink drawing on parchment of Blaise sitting at the professor's desk looking at her. She packed away her supplies, and came up to stand in front of Blaise at the professor's desk.

"Here you go, Blaise. You said you wanted a drawing." Ginny said as she handed him the drawing and turned to leave.

"Wait." Blaise called.

Ginny turned around and waited for him to continue. When none came, she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Erm…are we still meeting next week?" he said lamely.

"That was the plan, wasn't it?" Ginny asked with a little more sarcasm than she had intended.

Blaise smirked at her as she left the classroom and headed to the double doors that lead to the grounds.

The crisp air hit her face making her feel refreshed and alert. She walked across the grounds to the edge of the lake. She kept walking, past the lake straight into the forbidden forest. Ginny stayed near the edge of the forest, but ducked behind a boulder and down a small hill.

At the bottom of the hill was a circular clearing. The sun was shining and it illuminated the already beautiful scenery. Ginny thought it much rather resembled one of those fairy tale descriptions of forests: especially like the one from Sleeping Beauty.

In the middle of the clearing was a rather large willow tree. Birds flying in and out of the branches, squirrels chasing each other around the tree and Ginny swore she saw a few nifflers. Ginny laughed softly, Hagrid must have kept them after all, she thought, thinking back to her fourth year when Hagrid had brought them in as a lesson for Care of Magical Creatures.

She walked slowly towards the tree, taking in her surroundings. Although she had been there so many times in the past year, every time she stepped foot into this seeming haven, she couldn't help but be awed.

She was so caught up in her own musings she didn't hear the person coming up from behind her. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders tight spinning her around so fast her head felt light. The sun was shining brighter now, and she couldn't see who had grabbed her, and she started to feel panicked. She wanted to scream out but couldn't find her voice. The person whose grip had tightened their hold on her shoulders pushed her back a little roughly and quickly into the depths of the willow tree's branches and against the bark of the tree.

She was breathing heavily now, looking around her she didn't see any sign of Draco, and now that they were in the shadows Ginny noticed that the person holding her stiffly against the rough bark of the tree was dressed in a black coat, their hood pulled up over their head, shadowing their face. Ginny felt the fear spread through her veins, the cold fear paralyzing her.

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