From his position in the high-backed chair, the Dark Lord could see all of his Death Eaters down the long table, Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy the closest to him. For once, the Dark Lord was smiling; a glint in his eyes that hinted at the fact the horrid man had a plan that would excite all of them.

Once the murmuring across the table died down and all eyes focused on him, he looked around, starting, "I have formulated a plan." He said quietly, his voice having power to carry across to all of them yet having a quiet intensity, "As most of you know, many pureblood families – such as the Weasleys – still deny my power." While speaking, his fingers had laced together under his chin, eyes glinting down at them from his raised position. "We will stop this."

Several people looked shocked, it seemed impossible to pull the Weasleys over to their side; they were tainted by what they considered 'purity'. Bellatrix, interested in this plan as most of them were, leaned forward, "My Lord, what is it?" She asked, her voice quick and feverish, eyes wide as she stared up at the Dark Lord. He paid her little mind, his eyes fixing on the young Malfoy boy.

"The Weasleys have come up with their own idea of purity in the bloodline." He stated, "We will taint their bloodline… With a marriage." Several startled gasps came from around the room and Draco whom had been quite pale during this performance, turned nearly completely white, taking on the appearance of a deer in the headlights of a car.

"I have decided that there is no one better for this task… Than you, Draco Malfoy." He smiled maliciously down at the boy, who in turn shrunk back in his seat, eyes wide as his mouth opened to protest, "My Lord, with all respect, would that not taint my bloodline?" He asked, his voice small, squeaky. With this, a frown brought a crease to Voldemort's brow, his gaze turning hard, "There is, of course, a risk that we are taking here. As easily as he could taint the Weasley girl, she could taint him." He said, rubbing at his chin, contemplating, "But that won't happen, will it Draco?" Shaking now, Draco shook his head.

"N-no, Lord Voldemort. It won't." A smile spread across Voldemort's face as he stood, pacing now behind his chair. "Bellatrix," She perked up in her chair, "Have the Minister of Magic," He paused to chuckle, "Set out a new law. Purebloods are not to marry anyone other than other purebloods." Bellatrix nodded, her eyes wide, listening intently, "Half-bloods and muggle-borns are to never marry."

With an eager smile, Bellatrix leaned forward towards Voldemort, "And what are the punishments for this?" She asked, her voice high and having a hint of the crazed side of her, her eyes were glassy with the undoubtedly intentions, "A dementor's kiss? Azkaban?"

However uncharacteristic of him it was, the Dark Lord shrugged (he had no need to worry over these matters, Bellatrix could do this job quite easily), dismissing it with a wave of his hand. "I'll allow you to decide, I'm sure you can find something even worse than Azkaban. You have, after all, been there." The woman nodded, her eyes glazing over as she delved deep into thoughts, plans, probably able to hear the screams of her victims in her head as she thought of the tortures beyond Azkaban she could deliver to poor lovers.

"Lucius," The man looked up weakly from the table, he looked sick, "Arrange the marriage with the Weasley. Draco is to marry 'Ginny' Weasley." Very slowly, Lucius nodded, he looked as if he would be sick all over the table. Poor man. "Yes, my Lord. I will arrange it tomorrow… When do you wish for them to," He gulped, the word was hard for him to say, "Marry?"

For the longest of times, Voldemort was quiet, his frame flickering in the firelight, Nabini watching him from her coil in the corner. "Before the new school year starts." He said finally, walking off towards his own quarters, talking over his shoulder, "You all are dismissed."