Draco could only hope that this Weasley wouldn't try hexing him from here to...well, some place very far away, for thinking out loud what was on his mind. "Just that, actually. Your sister. Ginny." Brilliant, Draco, just brilliant. As if there is more than one female in the Weasley clan. Bloody hell. He ran a hand through his blonde hair slowly.
Bloody Gryffindors bringing out his emotional side. He sighed softly, shaking his head once. "Damn it. I've never been one to share feelings," he sneered the words, defensively. "I don't even know why the hell we started dating, or why it's working out as it is so far. Hell, for that matter, I don't bloody even know my own sexuality at this point!"