Chapter 2: More like You
Ginny Weasley lay on her bed, Draco Malfoy's cloak over her, rethinking the previous night's events. "Firework and Dragon. I guess I am like him, huh. My Dragon...my? All I did was kiss him…does he want more?" she thought. As she thought more about it, she and Draco were a lot alike. They both had tempers, smug attitudes, quick reactions, and a dislike of Hufflepuffs: annoyingly pathetic buggers, the lot of them. "In that case, I'm going to go talk to Dragon. Well, maybe flirt with him a little too!" she thought.
"Hey Draco. I thought about what you said last night, you know, how we're more alike than I thought? Well, I realized you're right, Mr. Macho Slytherin (A/N: Sorry, had to do that! LOL), so, whadda say? Friends?" she delivered, "or maybe more…" she added to herself.
"Gin…Firework, God, I love that about you. How you are so thoughtful and deep, but sometimes so cold and defensive. I guess I should just tell you…I really like you. Last night showed me that. I guess…It's good to know you're in this school, little fiery Weasley. You've got a lot of spark…just like me, Firework."
"Oh Draco! My Dragon, my Draco, my dragon-a-licious Draco!" (A/N: I had to put that in…It was begging me to!) Ginny sobbed. "Thank you so much! I love you Dragon, I really do…I always have. And I only hope one day you'll feel the same way about me."
"Gin, I can't feel like that for you someday…I already do," he said seriously, smiling, his eyes lighting up for the first time in months, maybe even years. "Do you want to go out with me sometime? Maybe just come up and hang out with me in the common room I get as Head?"
"Sure…yes…absolutely!" she cried, kissing him lightly, breaking away as she murmured, "Tomorrow, then?"
"Yeah, tomorrow. You know where it is?"
"Yes I do, from visiting Hermione so much. Anyway, I'll see you later. Bye, Dragon!"
They parted their separate ways. However, unbeknownst to them, someone had been watching them. "Oh Gin, what did you get yourself into now?" Hermione asked herself, groaning on the inside. She decided not to bring it up for now, but if something serious happened…well, she didn't know what she would do.