Chapter One
He was sitting in the next room, reading the Daily Prophet. How could it be that she was so aware of his presence, even though he was in the next room? He hadn't spoken to her since he received news of his new living arrangements with the Weasleys. The Order had stationed the family in the United States, in some rural town in New England. The house was massive, with huge white columns in front of the façade of the house. There was lush greenery all around, seeing that it was as if they were living in the middle of a small meadow. Plants shrouded many of the windows from the outside, and there was always that scent of fresh air, even if you had been locked inside all day.
Draco had not spoken to any of the Weasley clan since his arrival, now that she thought about it. At least Ron wasn't there to make things miserable for everyone with their bickering. There was also the added tension considering it was Draco who had been ordered to kill Dumbledore. How ironic that just minutes after Dumbledore's death, Severus Snape had brought him to the Order for protection, and even more so ironic when they had placed him under the care of Ginny's family. Of course Molly was happy to oblige, always willing to feed an undernourished soul. Forever the spring of motherly love. Ginny couldn't imagine what a culture shock it must me for Malfoy, to have to go from such a harsh family life, to such a candid and lively one.
She was the one who had to bring him his meals everyday. Her mother forced her to be the scapegoat because none of her other family wanted to see him. In a way, she felt sorry for him. She couldn't imagine going to live at the Malfoy's house. She shuddered just thinking about it.
He was sitting in the large window seat with the window open, reading the paper, when Ginny came in to bring him his breakfast. She was always a morning person, and there was something about the scene before her that captivated her. He looked stunning in his simple attire, wearing only his tailored black slacks with a black t-shirt. The lush green sprouting from behind him contrasted so beautifully with his darkness. His hair was unkempt and he looked slightly frazzled when she walked in. With a brief look at her, he went back to reading his paper, as if she wasn't in the room with him. Ginny set his plate down on the table next to his bed, noticing the other plates which hardly had anything eaten off of them. She worried slightly about his eating habits, but decided it was not her place to say anything.
With a final look at the room and its inhabitant, Ginny left. But before she reached the door, the mute finally spoke.
"Thank you."