Chapter 2
Ron walked back to his dorm, following Ginny. Something was up with her. What, he
couldn't tell. But he DID know that it wasn't every day that she walked to the Gryffindor
tower like she was walking in the clouds. Ron swallowed and turned to Harry, who was still
munching on some toast from the Great Hall.
"Hey Harry? D'you think something's up with Ginny?" He frowned, not taking his eyes
off of the starry-eyed Ginny.
Harry glanced up at Ginny, finished his peice of toast and said: "Nah....she probably
just got good marks on something..."
Ron wasn't convinced. Ginny ALWAYS got good marks. He watched her climb into
Gryffindor tower. Ron and Harry followed.
~*~
Later that evening, Ginny was in the girl's toilets freshening up to meet Draco. Her
flaming red hair was smooth and silky, and she had outlined her eyes with mascara and and
eyeliner to bring out her strikingly blue eyes. Her lips were shiny with gloss, and her light
purple dress rustled when she walked. She gave herself the once-over in the mirror, nodded,
and continued out into the corridor.
The large staircase felt cold under her polished fingers. Walking as silently as possible,
she crept out into the night and at once found Draco at a small tree- the place they'd first
met. He was waiting there for her, something behind his back.
Ginny approached him, smiling down at the pale, blonde figure. He patted the ground
beside him with his free hand, indicating that she should sit down on the grass beside him.
She did so, watching his gleaming smile.
"What have you got behind your back?" Ginny wanted to know. Draco gave her a small
smile and brandished a beautiful ring with a large, red stone shimmering in the moonlight into
her hands.She put on her ring finger before looking up in awe into his adorable face.
"I....I thought it would match your hair. It's really pretty, you know." He told her. "And
Ginny- there's something else I'm going to do for you. I'm not going to keep our relationship
secret anymore. It means too much to me."
She looked up into his adorable face. "Draco-that's so sweet." She hugged him then, tightly,
and they stood there for a few moments. He slowly stepped back. "I've told you this so many
times Ginny, but I love you. I really do. It's as if I can't stop telling you that."
"I feel the same way. I love you, too." He took her in his arms, and they stayed that way for
a long time, listening to the soft sounds of the night.
~*~
The next morning, as Harry, Hermione and Ron were on there way to the great hall, Ron stopped
suddenly, his jaw dropped, and he stood like stone even though the other two crashed into him.
"WHAT? What is it?!" Hermione asked. Ron didn't reply. She followed his gaze. Was that...Ginny?!
It was. Ginny and Draco....holding hands and talking and giving eachother puppy-dog looks.
"No. NO." Was all Ron could say. Hermione watched him, while Harry stared aswell.
"Impossible." Ron finally spat. "That's-that's a slytherin." He said, uttering the word like it was a disgusting
cuss word.
But there they were. Ron shook his head, then, without a word dashed off to Ginny's side and pulled her hand
away from Draco's. He started yelling, but Ginny only rolled her eyes and took Draco's hand again.
Impossible.
Ron walked back to his dorm, following Ginny. Something was up with her. What, he
couldn't tell. But he DID know that it wasn't every day that she walked to the Gryffindor
tower like she was walking in the clouds. Ron swallowed and turned to Harry, who was still
munching on some toast from the Great Hall.
"Hey Harry? D'you think something's up with Ginny?" He frowned, not taking his eyes
off of the starry-eyed Ginny.
Harry glanced up at Ginny, finished his peice of toast and said: "Nah....she probably
just got good marks on something..."
Ron wasn't convinced. Ginny ALWAYS got good marks. He watched her climb into
Gryffindor tower. Ron and Harry followed.
~*~
Later that evening, Ginny was in the girl's toilets freshening up to meet Draco. Her
flaming red hair was smooth and silky, and she had outlined her eyes with mascara and and
eyeliner to bring out her strikingly blue eyes. Her lips were shiny with gloss, and her light
purple dress rustled when she walked. She gave herself the once-over in the mirror, nodded,
and continued out into the corridor.
The large staircase felt cold under her polished fingers. Walking as silently as possible,
she crept out into the night and at once found Draco at a small tree- the place they'd first
met. He was waiting there for her, something behind his back.
Ginny approached him, smiling down at the pale, blonde figure. He patted the ground
beside him with his free hand, indicating that she should sit down on the grass beside him.
She did so, watching his gleaming smile.
"What have you got behind your back?" Ginny wanted to know. Draco gave her a small
smile and brandished a beautiful ring with a large, red stone shimmering in the moonlight into
her hands.She put on her ring finger before looking up in awe into his adorable face.
"I....I thought it would match your hair. It's really pretty, you know." He told her. "And
Ginny- there's something else I'm going to do for you. I'm not going to keep our relationship
secret anymore. It means too much to me."
She looked up into his adorable face. "Draco-that's so sweet." She hugged him then, tightly,
and they stood there for a few moments. He slowly stepped back. "I've told you this so many
times Ginny, but I love you. I really do. It's as if I can't stop telling you that."
"I feel the same way. I love you, too." He took her in his arms, and they stayed that way for
a long time, listening to the soft sounds of the night.
~*~
The next morning, as Harry, Hermione and Ron were on there way to the great hall, Ron stopped
suddenly, his jaw dropped, and he stood like stone even though the other two crashed into him.
"WHAT? What is it?!" Hermione asked. Ron didn't reply. She followed his gaze. Was that...Ginny?!
It was. Ginny and Draco....holding hands and talking and giving eachother puppy-dog looks.
"No. NO." Was all Ron could say. Hermione watched him, while Harry stared aswell.
"Impossible." Ron finally spat. "That's-that's a slytherin." He said, uttering the word like it was a disgusting
cuss word.
But there they were. Ron shook his head, then, without a word dashed off to Ginny's side and pulled her hand
away from Draco's. He started yelling, but Ginny only rolled her eyes and took Draco's hand again.
Impossible.