Naked

Part I

Because I've never felt like this before
I'm naked
Around you
Does it show?
You see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm naked

Around you
And it feels so right
Avril Lavigne "Naked"

It was just a look. His steely eyes locked with hers. He froze, or rather, unfroze. She melted him to the core. He knew if he tried to speak he'd have no voice. He couldn't give her his famous sneer. Nothing. She made him nothing and everything with one look. A Malfoy, feeling weak?

No. He was Draco Malfoy- and he wanted something. She had awoken something deep inside of him. He didn't know he was capable of lust, of thirst for a person.

This had gone on for weeks now. Every time he saw the damn Weasley girl. Well, no more.

He'd have her.

She felt like her skin was being rubbed with ice all day long. Her body shook; she was so cold, she burned.

Being the youngest Weasley, Ginny often felt overlooked. No one seemed to notice her. She'd been trying to find something she could excel at, and Dean had been giving her art lessons. She's tampered with sketches of flowers and teapots for her mum, but she'd wanted to move past all that. She wanted to draw life, as it really was- ugly, beautiful, startling, brilliant, awful...everything.

She'd also had a secret plan in the back of her head...a picture she'd longed to draw. Without a model, it had been difficult.
But now...she smiled to herself, glad to have some excitement all to herself for once.

Draco tried not to look obvious as he waited outside Ginny's Transfiguration class. He fully intended...well, he had no plan. So, he was surprised as she smirked at him right away.
"Come here," she murmured, dragging him to a secluded corner. She could take the lead if she wanted. He was transfixed. His eyes were glued to her. Ginny flipped a sketchbook open to a picture of a boy.

Him. Draco Malfoy. He knew he was handsome, but if that was the way Ginny truly saw him...his eyes weren't cold and distant; they were...startled, almost. It looked as though he was pondering something truly important.

That was the look he'd given her.

He found his voice. "Did you-did you draw this?" She nodded. "This is amazing, it's...it's- "

"Not finished." Her face reminded him of McGonagall suddenly; tight-lipped and guarded. But then her famous shy smile broke out as her face turned a cute shade of pink. She opened her mouth to speak, but ended up giggling.

Draco felt like he was missing something. "What? What are you laughing at?" Ginny's face became serious, and returned to its normal, fair color.
"Draco, why do you look at me like that?" He wasn't as ready for this as he thought.
"I...you..." Malfoys don't struggle...say it... He tried again. "You make me feel, Gin. I want you in ways I can't describe. Not just physically- well, a lot physically- but...you make me feel like more than I am."
"I'm forbidden to you, you know." She had a sad smile on her face. He'd never thought of the impossibilities of the relationship. He tried not to think of his home when he was away, but now, Draco was aware of his father's...feelings towards Ginny's family.
Lucius Malfoy would disown Draco, call Ginny a whore- a poor whore at that-, curse him, laugh at him...happiness was in front of him, and he couldn't have it.
Could he?

"Draco?" Ginny was close to him now. He realized he must have been at least ten minutes late to Potions. "Kiss me. Please."
The "please" wasn't really necessary. Draco leaned forward and met her lips with no hesitation. Her lips were soft, and she smelled like spearmint. He tangled his hands in her hair.

Ginny's heart sped up. She felt dangerously close to fainting. But she held on. She held on to him.
When they parted, Ginny smiled. "I wanted to make sure..." She whispered. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Of what?"
"I want to finish this picture, but I need you as a model. A...nude model." A moment passed as butterflies danced in both of their stomachs.
"Anything you want, Gin. We'll make this work. Somehow."
"Meet me at midnight." She kissed him once more before running off to her class.

By the time Draco arrived in Potions, he'd missed about fifteen minutes of class. Snape didn't seem to care too much. Pansy Parkinson patted a chair next to her, Crabbe, and Goyle. There was also an empty seat next to Longbottom...Could he really do two good acts in one day?
He sat next to Neville. The whole classroom went silent. He cleared his throat.

This was going to be a long day.

Ginny was floating the rest of the day. She hardly ate a dinner. Ron was mad about something new at dinner...but her mind was 91294793749832 miles away. Even as Ron, Harry, and Hermione discussed the "new" Malfoy, she couldn't contribute. What could she say?
"Hey guys I'm drawing him naked"? They, as the "Dream Team", had their secrets. Now she and Draco had theirs.

Everyone seemed shocked by Draco's apparent...change. Of course, people had been talking for weeks. He'd been different ever since the first day he'd locked eyes with Ginny.

He'd tried to read in the Slytherin common room, but no one wanted to give him any peace. They all wanted to know what was wrong, and "nothing" was not an acceptable answer.
He left around 11:30 to head to the empty classroom Ginny had found for them.

When he arrived, Ginny turned bright red. He smirked to himself, and began to slowly strip. Her mouth opened slightly in protest.
"Keep it open for later, Weasley." She closed it quickly, blushing furiously now as she set up her equipment.

Draco was now standing in a pair of black silk boxers. "Er...what do I do?'
"Oh." Ginny stood up. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of gray flannel pants. The way they fit, he knew they must have belonged at some point to one elder brother or another. But it was a cute look on her. "Stand here." She put him by a- curtained, thankfully- window. "Put your hand up like that- yeah- on the sill. And remove...' She blushed furiously again, and hurried off to finish setting up. As Draco through his boxers to his pile of clothing, Ginny put a lock on the door. A Muggle lock. She thought it was genius herself.
"Ready, Mr. Malfoy?" She pulled her hair back.
"Whenever you are, Miss Weasley."

For the next hour, Draco watched her draw him. Completely naked. No barriers. Her jaw was set in concentration. She favored the twins, he noted. Wisps of hair fell into her face, but she ignored. Determination gleamed in her brown eyes. He noticed she hesitated when sketching at certain points, and he could only guess what she was drawing just then. After about an hour she was done.
"finished." She handed him her completed work as he wrapped a sheet around his midsection.

"Wow. This is...you're amazing." He kissed her. "Do I get to draw you?" he whispered in her ear.

The temptation was great...but...
"Not today...but you can trace me." She dragged his finger across her lips. He wavered a moment, and then continued. Down her chin...neck...his other hand played along her spine...right down her chest to her belly button. He stopped there.
"ever the gentleman." She smiled faintly at him as she fought to catch her breath.

"Just waiting until you let me draw you." He kissed her. "Although I write better than I draw."
"Write me a story then."
"About what?"
"Something real." Her eyes met his and he melted.
"Okay. Give me two days." A brush of lips against her cheek. He dressed and left.

"Two days," Ginny whispered, feeling cold suddenly. So cold she burned. "Two days."