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Ever since he hit puberty, Draco Malfoy enjoyed his choice of six lovely girls to - ah, 'keep him company' - for the summer. It was a pleasant tradition that he could thank his father for; not that he ever would. Malfoys did not show gratification. Ever.
While he trudged his way into the manor, House Elves scurrying about to take his trunk to his room, he let his mind wander to what his choices would be this summer.
'Hmm will there be twin blondes? Maybe a shy brunette?' he smiled to himself at the possibilities. Then his thoughts reeled back to the previous summer and how much he enjoyed the company of a certain female with a caramel complexion and wide hips.
"W-will young Master Malfoy be needing anything to eat or drink, sir?" asked a House Elf with large round eyes and a nose to match.
"No, Knobby, you are dismissed" he said at first, then rethought his answer, "Actually, send up my first maiden. I'd like to be getting to relax when I reach my room," he added, and made his way up the large marble stairs that led to his room.
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Draco twisted the elaborate door handle, giving the door a good shove with his hip to get it open. With as old as the house was, let alone his room, it amazed him the wooden door hadn't crumpled in age to a heap of termite food.
Shutting the door behind him, more like slamming actually, he shrugged off his robe, loosened his tie and took off his shoes with his feet. He glanced around the familiar room; black silk sheets made his bed, a large King-size four-poster of wrought iron engraved with the Malfoy Family Crest and embezzled with semi-precious stones.
While the rest of the manor was cold and stony with its cobblestone walls and marble floors, he enjoyed hard-wood floors with an area rug near the fireplace. He let his eyes continue to survey the room. His armoire filled with robes of varying styles sat near the window, and a simple nightstand cozied itself next to the bed.
What he noticed next nearly startled him. The glass french-doors that led to his balcony didn't bear their normal curtains. In fact, the door was also slightly ajar. Reminding himself his balcony attached to the room next to his, his maiden's room, he smiled (as much as Malfoys can smile) and reached for the tarnished silver handle to the outside.
"Weasley?"
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A/N: Hate to leave you off there, but I really do have things to do. Should be updated by the middle of next week (maybe sooner if I get raving reviews :) hint hint!). Criticism/suggestions always considered and appreciated. Flames read with a grain of salt through gritted teeth, but a smile nonetheless.
P.S. I know it's short, but I promise to have better, longer chapters once the ball gets rolling. No need to throw tomatoes about it, I said I promise!! Also, there is no need to tell me that Draco and Ginny are an impossible pairing. That's why it's fanfiction. Credit to Alecz & Andy for helping me with the title of the story. Posted August 17th, 2008
Ami L. Mendal