SEDUCiNG A MODEL

Chapter Twenty-Three // With My Hand

DISCLAIMER – I own nothing except my plot and additional characters.

PG-13, but may become NC-17

Ginny // Draco

Hey dudes and/or dudettes! I am incredibly sorry for the long wait, it was very much uncalled for and irresponsible.

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Ten minutes later, Ali called back to Ginny's cell phone, and Ginny picked up, ignoring the hushed whispers of the paparazzi that were still following her. She wrapped one arm around Malfoy's waist, clutching his jacket tightly, and said, "Hello?"

"Ginny?" Ali answered on the other end. "I found three lawyers, but only one of them was willing to try your case. Her name is Estelle Jasper, and she's worked on the Morrel v. Jamison case, as well as the Davidson v. Thompson. Remember her from that show we saw on TV? Anyway, she's already started looking into the issue, and she's talking to the editors of the magazine at the moment. I'll text her number to you, and you can keep in touch with her for now, alright?"

"That's great! Thanks, Ali!"

"Oh, and how is it going with the photographers?"

"Um, great, it's fine! A bit over the top, but I'm used to it. Will it be enough, or do you want us to give them more?"

"I'm not sure. How long have you been outside?"

"About twenty minutes, counting the walk from my place."

"Give them some more time, just so that they have enough stocked up for a year. Go to the park or something."

"Great. Thanks, Ali, I'll call you later."

Ginny snapped her phone shut and pushed it into her purse. She looked up at her boyfriend and said, "Mind if we take a walk at the park?"

He shrugged, a sneer evident on his face, "Fine by me. I've been thinking – "

"Well, that's a new one. Was it hard, Malfoy?"

"Weasley, shut up. I think it would be nice to never ever do this again." Ignoring her wide eyes, he snarled, " Starting tomorrow, you can walk around the city by yourself. I do not find this entertaining at all. My eyes hurt from all the flashes, and I do not like the attention. You shop by yourself, or hire David again, but I'm never walking around with you again."

Ginny pinched his back and laughed, earning more flashes from the cameras. She realized that some of them were wizard cameras, which were recording her motions, and her smile faltered. Then, she turned her face to his and murmured, "Kiss me."

His brow furrowed and he drawled, "Why in hell would I do that?"

"Because you love me and you want to make me happy? Or because if we do, we don't have to go to the park. It should suit them fine."

He leaned forward until his lips were millimeters apart from hers and muttered, "And if I don't? Do we get to enjoy their very pleasant company fro thirty more minutes? Shit, Weasley, one of us should really look to where we are going. I swear, if I walk into a stop sight, I will break it off for good."

Ginny grinned and closed the space separating them, pressing her lips gently to his. The kiss lasted all of three seconds, after which she turned back around and they continued to her flat.

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The next few weeks passed by without much event, although the conflict with the magazine was slowly being sorted out. One day, Ginny called Estelle, and the woman picked up, "Hello?"

"Hi! This is Ginny Weasley. I believe I am part of one of your cases – Weasley versus The Tumbler? I was just calling to check up on how everything is going."

Estelle answered, "Oh, Ginny! Hello! I'd been meaning to call you, but I don't have your number, and I haven't been able to reach Ali. I have some news – we know who the author of the article is, and I've been making deals with him all week. His name is Peter Jenkins, and he's a Squib. It seems that he will not give up his sources willingly. I'll try other tactics, and if worse comes to worst, I'll bring you in as well as a damn difficult lawsuit."

"That's great! Should I meet with you or anything? I don't really know how these things work."

Estelle laughed, "Oh, well then, I can imagine how clueless you must be! No, a meeting is not necessary, but if I need you for any reason, I won't hesitate to call. Is that all right?"

Ginny nodded vigorously, "Perfect! Thanks for everything! Have a good day!"

Swiftly, Ginny stood and exited her bedroom, "Draco?"

He called from the kitchen, "Yes?"

"I just talked to Estelle, and she says she's been making deals with the author of the article. I can't believe this thing is taking so long! I wasn't that article erased out of History, because dear lord, this is the last thing I need right now!"

He hummed his agreement, continuing to cut up tomatoes for his salad. Ginny came up behind him, wrapping two arms around his waist, and placed her cheek against his shoulder blades. "Are you Ok?"

He looked up, "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Ginny, have you already taken your dress to the Dry Cleaner's?"

"What dress?"

"The one you wore for your birthday party thing. The black one?"

"Oh, no, I haven't. Why?"

"Could you bring it to me for a moment?"

Ginny shrugged, startled, and murmured, "Sure thing, one s-second."

When she brought it back to him, Draco was wiping his hands on a kitchen towel and looked up as she approached. He took the black material from her hands and began searching it with his fingers. Ginny stared at him, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for – aha!" His hands stopped by the top of the dress, which she recognized to be the side beside her armpit. For a moment, he seemed to struggle, and then he wrenched a small, black microphone from it. Ginny stared in wonder as he pulled out his wand and muttered, "Muffliato."

Then, he looked up at her, "This is a muggle bug. He's been using it to listen to everything that's been going on within ten metres' distance of it."

Ginny's jaw dropped and she searched his eyes, shocked. "Shit! This entire time? I want to obliterate that damned thing! Gimme your wand, Malfoy!"

"No, we need to turn this in to Estelle. It's not for us to destroy."

"But Draco, I don't doubt that he installed some sort of recording device inside it – do you really want Estelle and everyone in her department to overhear what we did the night of the party?"

He shrugged, "I don't regret anything. If you want, we could erase what it has recorded, but I don't know if that would be wise."

"Why not? It isn't something they really need, because the owner would be engraved into it anyhow, with or without the records. Just erase it already!"

He shrugged, studied her for one last moment, and then waved his wand, tapping the bug with it. Ginny gave a brief sigh of relief and wrenched the device from his fingers viciously, studying it.

Malfoy snorted and pulled her to him, kissing her temple sweetly. Ginny wrapped her own arms around him as well and laughed, "At least we've gotten to the bottom of one problem."

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"All right, Ginny, you're on in five!"

Ginny quickly mussed her hair a bit and flipped it over her shoulders. Back straight, she walked out onto the sparkly runway, strutting to the middle. There, she stopped and turned once, letting her eyes travel over the audience from under lowered lashes. Cameras flashed her way over and over, and she was quite ready to huff and shout at them all to quit it, but she bit the insides of her cheeks (a sight which she knew many males to enjoy, including Malfoy) and continued walking. Malfoy had decided not to attend tonight's show – they had agreed that the other day's walk around the city was publicity enough.

Finally, Ginny threw a sultry look over her shoulder at the cameras and walked back, swinging her hips as much as she saw possible. Back inside the dressing room, Ginny threw off the swimsuit she'd been wearing and pulled on a new one, a tiny black one, with little orange harts all over it. She noticed that part of it was transparent, right smack dab in the middle of each breast, and blushed crimson, trying to pretend she hadn't.

Dear Merlin, what will Mum and Dad think? What will Ron think? I already know what Draco will think, she though with a small smile.

The make-up artist quickly wiped the foundation off of her face and redrew the lines over Ginny's eyes, only in different colors. Then, she pulled Ginny's hair up into a large net and let a few locks hang into Ginny's eyes. She also rubbed shiny lotion all over Ginny's skin, making it shimmer prettily.

Ginny stood from the chair and walked toward the line forming by the curtains.

This was the Milan fashion week, and Ginny needn't be told twice how important it was. Half the photographers in Europe had gathered in the hall, but no matter how many people Ginny heard, she wasn't nervous in the least. A little squeak behind her told her that Marissa Stefan was having trouble saying the same for herself.

Ginny turned, "Come on, Riss, we've rehearsed this millions of times before. You know where to walk, how to move, and which way to look. You're a supermodel, for Mer-God's sakes!" Ginny barely covered her little slip up, realizing none too late that this was a Muggle show. "Stop worrying your lip, you messed up the color."

Marissa immediately pouted, eyes darting around the backstage anxiously. Ginny took her hand, "Come on. Breathe in. It'll be fine. We only have three more rounds to go. Stand still."

Ginny corrected the girl's short tresses and put both hands on her shoulders, "You've done this before. Your entire family is out there, rooting for you. What are you worried about?"

Marissa shrugged, "This is the first time my boyfriend's watching me."

Understanding dawned on Ginny's face and then changed into a sly smile. "Indeed?"

Marissa looked sheepish for a moment before Ginny purred, "And look at what you're wearing. Now, this is a predicament, is it not?"

Marissa glanced down at her enticing maroon lingerie set and looked back at Ginny, a small grin on her face, "Oh, well. What can we do about it?"

Ginny laughed, "That-a-girl! Now, put on a smile for me and let's do what we do best – make men drool."

Marissa chuckled and together, they walked out, side by side, as planned, and stopped by the middle of the way. Together, they blew kisses to the audience and then continued on, one hand on hip, and turned back with an exaggerated twist of the behind.

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Ginny sighed loudly and slapped her book shut. Malfoy was sitting on the other end of the couch, laptop in front of him. If her heard her, he did not show it, and Ginny sighed again, louder. After the third time, he turned to her aggravatedly and snapped, "What."

Ginny smiled sweetly and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Not you, until about a moment ago, and even that wasn't of my own free will."

Ginny pouted and cast him her best come-hither look. He smirked and shook his head, turning back to the bright screen. Ginny stood, walking around behind the couch, and looked over his shoulder, gasping.

"Malfoy! What are you doing?"

"Looking at the pictures from your show last week. I wasn't there to enjoy it thoroughly, so here I am now, searching through your fansites to find the ones where your gorgeous ass is displayed the best."

Ginny smacked him on the shoulder, huffing, and said, "If you wanted to see my ass, you could have just asked."

He turned to her slightly and connected their lips in a warm kiss. Ginny sighed into his mouth before pulling away and chiming, "But you didn't, so don't expect to see it anytime soon!"

With that, she turned to flee from the room. But his low, musical voice called after her, "What a pity. Do you realize what this means? I may have to resort to other forms of entertainment soon."

Ginny blanched, eyes widening, and turned. He kept his face straight for as long as he could before it broke into a genuine smile and her beckoned her over. "You know I'd never go as far as to do that, Weasley, what are you so worried about?"

Ginny sat limply next to him and shrugged, "Look, I know we never really talked about this, but I really am sorry that – you know – I haven't ever let us go farther – "

"Ginny, Ginny, look at me."

She did.

He gazed deeply into her eyes and murmured, "I've already told you many times, it's fine. It's a change from what I'm used to, and I enjoy it. Stop worrying."

Ginny almost smiled at him in gratitude. Almost. Because before she could he continued, in a different voice, "Besides, with my hand, I never really need a flat surface around."

Ginny smacked him painfully across the arm and stood, striding purposefully out of the room, ignoring his comical laughter.

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Hermione called several days later, "Ginny! How are you?"

"I'm fine! Hermione, happy birthday! I haven't seen you in weeks! I tried calling you, but you were always away."

"I know, I'm sorry, it's been a hectic time at work. However, we will probably see each other next weekend, because I'm hosting my own birthday party at the movies! It will be a major thing, since I'm inviting half of Hogwarts, and they've reserved an entire theatre just for us. Do you think you could come?"

"Certainly! When and where will it be?"

"It's at the Groton Cinema 6, at seven-thirty. Bring Malfoy, this is a movie he should enjoy."

Ginny giggled, "Really? I'll tell him about it."

"All right, well, Ginny, until then, right? Or are you going to the premiere of Becoming Jane?"

"What? Is that a movie? Is it good?"

"Fairly so. You should check it out."

"Well, perhaps I should. It's been nearly a month since I did a public event. Would you like to accompany me there?"

"Oh," Hermione chuckled, "I'd love to! Let's make it a double date, then! You, me, Ron, and Malfoy. Will you call me when you find out the date?"

"I definitely will. In fact, I'll contact you tomorrow, all right?"

"Just perfect. See you then."

"All right. Bye, 'Mione."

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