A/N: I've decided I love a good Ginny/Draco friendship. Also, to anybody whose read 'bitter Spring wind' I'm so sorry I forgot Corban was Yaxley's first name. But I can't really go back and change it. So just bear with me and pretend that they are not the same person but distinctly different evil Death Eaters... (I feel increasingly stupid about it).

Title: Six Dots of Love

Summary: In which Ginny desperately wants a tattoo, but Draco won't give her one because "she'll only be eighteen in eight months." Stupid law. TattooArtist!AU

Word count: 1,332

Genres: Family, Friendship

Characters: Ginny W., Draco M.

FOR HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

House: Ravenclaw

for assignment 3:

Task/Subject: Charms Task #3 write about someone who can't do something because of their age.

for august auction:

Day 13/ Auction 2: AU Tattoo Artist

FOR ILVERMORNY SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

House: Wampus

for summer assignment #5:

Task/Class: Divination task # 2: Meditation: write about someone's long unfulfilled wish coming true

Bonus prompts: 1) [quote] 'A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it' Oscar Wilde 14) [object] teacup

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase?"

"No."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Ginny, you've already asked me 51,345 thousand times, and the answer is still no."

"You've been counting?"

"No, but that number is certainly what it feels like."

"But if you're so sick of me asking, why don't you just do it?"

"Because it's illegal!"

"But I'll be eighteen, in what, eight months!"

"Yeah, eight months during which I'd like to not break the law."

"You're no fun, Draco."

Ginny Weasley had wanted a tattoo for quite some time now. Actually, ever since her brother Bill had come home for Christmas with a fabulous dragon tattoo that covered half his back. Their mother had fainted ok the spot then spent at least half an hour berating her eldest son, no matter how much he reminded her he was a grown adult and could do whatever he want bed. Ginny had been in awe.

"I'm no fun, but at least I'm not a criminal."

Ginny snorted: "A criminal? For giving one annoying seventeen-year-old girl a tattoo?"

"You can say annoying again."

"Oh, Draco. Come oooooooonnnnn."

After that fateful Christmas, Ginny had plucked her courage and walked straight into a tattoo parlour, demanding a tattoo. There, she had met the strangest tattoo artist she had ever seen. Wispy blond hair, sharp angles and only one visible tattoo (another dragon, green this one. What was it with men and dragon tattoos? Ginny definitely wasn't getting one of those) at the top of his neck. His accent was posh, like, oxford-English kind of posh and he looked completely of of place in the tiny shop. Yet, no customer had ever been disappointed by his work.

"What would you even have tattooed, Ginny? Have you even thought about that?"

"Anything!"

"Anything," he deadpanned.

"Yeah, I don't know. Something like, a teacup maybe!"

"A teacup. Are you serious. What could that possibly even mean to you?"

"I have no idea. But you could probably make it really pretty."

"I could, but that's not why I'm doing it."

"Or, I know! How about 'A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it'".

"Do you even know who said that?"

She grimaced. "I probably should."

"Oscar Wilde."

"Oh my god, how did you know?"

"Ginny, you act like you're the only person who has ever done A-Level English Lit."

"Well, I didn't know you had."

"So now you know. And why would you want that on your skin."

"I think it's fun."

"'Fun' isn't exactly the word I would have for it. How about 'A tattoo isn't necessarily a good idea just because a man can do it."

"I knew you would agree to tattoo me!"

"Did you even listen to what I said?"

"Pfff. Of course not. I already have to learn all those Oscar Wilde quotes, why bother with anything Draco Malfoy says."

"Right. And I'm not tattooing you! Go home and learn those quotes!"

"Oh my god! That's perfect! You should just tattoo everything I need to learn so that I don't have to! That's genius!"

"Ginny…"

Despite the tattoo artist's refusal, Ginny came back everyday, begging for a tattoo. A slow and steady friendship had formed between the two, as Draco always took the time to listen to her, and offer advice, and she always livened up his day with her endless prattle. Though, of course, the conversation often turned to Ginny getting a tattoo.

"Hmmm, you're right."

"I am?"

"Yeah, cheating probably isn't a good idea. My mother would have a heart attack."

"Ah yes. Just as much as she would if you came home with a tattoo."

There was a silence. "But you gotta admit the teacup thing was a good idea, wasn't it?"

"I beg to differ."

"I bet no one has ever asked you for a teacup tattoo."

"Yes, and probably for a good reason."

"Hmmm, I like tea."

"Yes, I know. But the kettle broke down last week. Look, Ginny. If the only thing you can think of tattooing is a teacup, clearly it means you're not ready."

"Don't you go deciding when I'm ready or not!"

"You're going to have a teacup on your skin for the rest of your life."

"So what? Besides, you're not my mother."

"Thank the Lord for that. But you don't know how many people come to regret the stupid tattoo they did when they were younger."

"But I know I won't regret it!"

"You can't possibly know that."

"Oh drat being so young! The day I turn eighteen I'm stamping on here demanding you give me teacup, and I know you won't be able to say no."

"Well, at least you've finally agreed to only get one at eighteen."

"What? No!"

"Yes you have."

"Oh come on, Draco. Pleeeeeeaaase?"

"51,346."

"Ugh! You're so annoying!"

"Only as much as you are."

"I'm never talking to you again!"

"Yes you tell me that every single time, but always come back the next day."

Ginny huffed and turned her back to him, pivoting on her stool. But he was right, because she didn't walk away and after a few minutes of obstinate silence (during which Draco seemed perfectly fine with being ignored, jotting down some mysterious lines in a little notebook), Ginny returned to her usual chatter.

"Draaaaaaaaaaco?"

"Yeeeeeeesssss?"

"Please?"

"No! Stop asking Ginny!"

"But I can't!"

"What do you mean, you can't? All you have to do is shut your mouth and that's it!"

"But I want that tattoo!"

"Now you sound like a four-year-old throwing a fit."

"Hey!"

"Only the truth hurts."

"Fine. But I really do."

"Yes, I think I understood that."

No response from Ginny.

"Why do you even want a tattoo."

Her sombre face surprised him. "Do you have any siblings?"

"No. I don't."

"Well, I have six older brothers."

"Six!"

"Exactly. But didn't you know that?"

"I had gathered two or three, but not six!"

"So anyway, six sons, one daughter. And I'm the youngest too. They're always babying me, or treating me like I'm something extremely breakable. But I'm not."

"Well, they're protective… isn't that nice?"

"They're overbearing! I can't do anything without them panicking!"

"So do they know you spend you're afternoons at a tattoo parlour?"

"No, they think I'm at the park, or at my friend Luna's."

"So I'm a secret."

"You make it sound like you're my hidden boyfriend or something."

"Oh hell, no. Besides, I know you're head over heels for that stupid Harry guy."

"He's not stupid!"

"Like I said, head over heels."

"Oh shut up. Anyway, if I got that tattoo maybe they'd stop thinking of me as a fragile little girl but actually another decent human being who can live by her own rules."

"Oh."

"Also, I like the idea of something being set in skin. That can be carried around with you all the time."

"Like most people who get tattoos."

"I keep thinking about it. Like, even my corpse'll still have that tattoo!"

"You're really weird Ginny."

"So I've been told."

"But those are some pretty good reasons."

"So you'll give me a tattoo?"

"Give me a number."

"What?"

"A number I said."

"What's that's for to do with me getting a tattoo?"

"A number smaller than ten though."

"I don't know, nine?"

"No, a number that means something to you."

"Six, then."

"Why?"

"Six, like my brothers."

"Like your six annoying, overbearing brothers?"

"Doesn't mean I don't love them!"

"Fine, I'll give you six tiny dots wherever you like. So that you can always carry them with you."

"Really!"

"Yes."

"But, Draco, that's illegal."

"No kidding."

"But why are you doing this?"

"Because maybe then you'll leave me alone."

"Ha! As if. Besides, you'd be too sad if I didn't co back."

"You keep telling yourself that."

"Oh my god, I'm getting a tattoo!"

"Yes, and if you show or tell anyone, I will murder you."

"I'm getting a tattoo!"