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Chapter 2: Contemplation, and the Coolest Diary Ever
Draco stared for a long while at the door Ginny had walked through. Although he still despised the little Weasley and her entire family, he could not deny that he felt a little bit of attraction. He sighed, thinking about the three weeks of pure hell that would follow. It wasn't so much the fact that he would be "going out" with Ginny, it was more the fact that he would be "going out" with Ron Weasley's little sister, Harry Potter's best friend's little sister, and Hermione Granger's best friend's little sister. Even if Ginny was pissed off at them, they were bound to be a little overprotective. And he could just imagine what the rest of the Gryffindors would do to him. Although he would never admit it to anyone, the idea of going against Potter, Weasley, and Granger, when fully enraged, made him feel a little uncomfortable. While he was certain he could hold his own against anyone of them, the idea of all three throwing curses at him made his stomach feel a little weak. It didn't help matters that the Slytherins probably wouldn't back him up, to them he would probably look like a traitor for going out with a Gryffindor, a Weasley at that, no matter what the circumstances.
With a curse, he stalked out of the tower, slamming the door behind him. He made his way down to the dungeons, muttering "entrata segreta" at a painting of an old witch. The painting swung aside to reveal a medium sized room, furnished with a few couches and a fireplace. Draco collapsed onto one of the couches and waved his wand, saying "amico immaginario" (yes, it does mean imaginary friend in italin, the whole idea is, it's kinda like a diary, except it gives him advice. Personally, I think Draco must use it a lot) Before him appeared a girl of about 17.
"Yo Draco!! Wazzup?"
"Remind me why I bought the American version again," muttered Draco.
"Because you thought it would be interesting learn about the American culture. But I'll tone it down."
"Thank you, Amy."
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
"There's this girl," Amy giggled. "Shut up. See, she's totally changed her look. And I kind of started flirting with her without knowing who she was. She told me that she would only tell me her name if I went out with her for three weeks. Stupidly, I agreed. The problem is, I'm actually a little attracted to her."
"Draco... call me a stupid American, but I don't see the problem."
"Her name is Ginny Weasley."
"Oh. Draco, I know you are going to absolutely hate hearing this, but I think you're being rather stupid about this."
Draco brought his head up sharply. "What?!"
"Look Draco, the fact is, if you eliminated all the people who weren't pure-bloods, and people like the Weasley's who had no problems with muggle borns, or muggles themselves, there wouldn't be very many people left. And if you keep intermarrying, things could get very...interesting. If you ask me, the whole "pure-bloods only" idea is rather idiotic. I don't think that you can change the entire trend by yourself, but if you maybe just went with this whole Ginny thing, then things might get better. This is like what the Americans were trying to do back in the 1800's. The South claimed that only whites were worthy of being actual people. Luckily, the North, who thought that black were equal, sort of, I mean they still discriminated...anyways, they won. And if I'm not mistaken, such a battle will soon be taking place in the wizarding world. And I have this feeling that Harry Potter and his gang are going to win."
Draco gaped at the girl. This was the most she had ever said to him. And as much as Draco hated to admit it, she did have a point. "Um...thanks...I think."
"No prob."
"Right." Draco waved his wand again, and Amy disappeared. Draco stared into the fire for a long time, contemplating what Amy had said. I can't get out of the deal now, Ginny would definitely tell the whole school about how much I enjoyed snogging her. And I'm not really sure I want to get out of it. I can at least make an effort to enjoy myself.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to take this, there's to many possibilities. Review with what direction you want it to go in!
