A/N: I would like to apologize to the title maker for calling it a jerk face. It did fit.
Disclaimer: I still disclaim.
Ginny was still debating on whether or not to go to Draco's room. Not really knowing which decision was the right one, she decided that she would think it over while taking a nice bath in the prefects' bathroom, now located in the new HQ, as all the prefects were in the paper.
She entered through the door, wearing a tank top and shorts over a sapphire blue two piece bathing suit. She had her curly auburn hair up, in a loose messy bun. With the towel no longer in her arms as she had set in on the countertop, she began to strip.
"Whet whew," came a whistle from across the room.
Ginny looked up to see Draco smirking at her. With her hands on her hips, she looked at him and asked "What in the hell do you think you are you doing, don't you have your own bathroom to contaminate?"
Draco shrugged and said, "This bathroom is bigger, and I wanted more of a swim than a bath. And actually, aren't you the one who barged in on me?"
Ginny glared at him and pointed at the door. Draco uncrossed his arms and legs and stood to move from up against the post he was leaning on, that's when she realized, not only was Draco's muscular body dripping with water but he was most definitely not wearing any clothes. And his towel was sitting next to hers. Her eyes widened and again Draco smirked. She didn't blush, but Draco knew he had her anyways.
"Like what you see Red? I assure you, that since you haven't been privileged enough to see any size, that this is what people call big."
"So it's Red now is it? Well, Ferret Face, let me assure you that growing up with six brothers, and playing on a mostly male Quidditch team, you learn a thing or two about big, and let me tell you, that, is hardly impressive."
Draco raised his eyebrows but noticed something flicker across the inside of her leg. In two big steps he had his towel on and he was crouched by her leg.
"Malfoy what in the bloody hell do you think you are doing?" she said angrily restraining herself from kneeing him in the chin.
Draco stood up with grace and was now extremely close to her. She could feel the heat coming off him from the hot bath he had just taken moments before.
Draco smirked at her and looked down on her as he was a good foot taller than her, before saying, "Alright Red, let's see it."
He jumped on the countertop, when she asked, "See what Ferret?"
"Your magical tattoo," he replied with his traditional smirk.
"My…How?" she started before he interrupted her.
"I saw it flicker, and I saw magical traces on your leg. Let's see," he said and beckoned her with his finger.
She glared at him, but took off her shorts. He frowned when he didn't see the tattoo, but she turned her leg so he could now see the inside of her thigh. She studiously looked at the ceiling while his eyes widened and he jumped off the counter to get a better look. There on the inside of her thigh was a butterfly with dragon wings. The color of the wings would change or flicker, but the intricate design on the wings remained the same black color. It was clear that with this amount of magic and intricate detail that she had sat along time. He was surprised at her choice as it was quite ironic. The delicacy of the butterfly and the fierce and viciousness of a dragon even separately, was not something he would expect of her. The butterfly yes, the dragon no, he did however notice that it suited her personality quite well. He also noticed that if he chose to interpret it as such, the dragon wings could represent his place in Ginny's life, not that he would mention it.
He stood up and said, "It suits you, not what I expected, but it suits you."
"It changes color with my mood." She replied as she jumped up on the counter.
Draco smirked and decided that he would test this theory. He walked right up to her and stood between her legs and put his hands on each side of them. He looked at her eyes and then down to her thigh. He watched the wings turn from red to black, the designs no longer visible. He put his lips next to her ear and said with his lips grazing her ear slightly with his words, "and what does black mean?"
Fully expecting her to blush and say something incoherent, he was surprised when she put her lips to his ear and said, "Lust," before sliding off the counter and becoming trapped between him and the counter for just a second before she ducked under his arm and walked towards the pool-tub.
He watched her saunter towards the pool and saw that the Butterfly-dragon was now in the center of her lower back, still black, so black in fact that it had a white glow around it. She turned her head with a smirk to see him smirking back at her. She was not the only one that was aroused.
'Taking a bath in the prefects' bathroom was clearly a brilliant idea,' he thought.
As she watched him turn and walk to the door, she saw for a moment a flicker right between his shoulder blades. When he walked out the door without so much as a glance, she knew he was smirking anyways. She knew that she had not been mistaken when she saw a snitch's white dragon wings turn to black before turning back to flesh as if it were never there.
She too thought, before taking her bubble bath swim, that she was glad she decided to visit the prefects' bathroom instead of using the password he gave her earlier and visiting "The Dragon's Lair."