Fred and George snuck Mag out of the house and apparated her just outside the Malfoy Manor. They stood out front of the gate to the luxurious home. Her stomach turned as she turned to her brothers.
"I changed my mind I want to go back,"
"But,"
"Mag,"
"We're,"
"Already,"
"Here."
"Ok one stop that... It's creepy. Two they're all gonna know -POP- and now I'm alone," She said turning back to the gate "Merlin I can't believe I'm going in there." She mumbled to herself seeing the gate slowly swing open. She walked up to the house, when she got to the door a small house elf stood outside. It opened the door and she walked in.
Mag heard elegant music and walked to wear it was coming from. The doors slowly opened and she found a room full of Slytherin's and Death Eaters all in elegant dresses and dress robes, a lump was in her throat. Everyone fell silent and looked at her as she entered the room.
He had planned it carefully from the masquerade, to the dress. He had been watching her for a long time the way she'd eye the dresses and brooms in Diagon Alley that she could never afford; how she'd sneak away from her family and go into Knocktern Alley to look at dark artifacts that would scare the most advanced wizard. Now he just had to wait for her to take the bait, she was thirty minutes late and he was starting to think she wasn't coming.
When the enchanted doors slowly opened he saw her walk in. She looked amazing. It was time to make his move.
Mag walked to the table and grabbed what looked like a glass of champagne. She stood there sipping it and looking around. She wasn't surprised that she felt awkward she downed the rest of her champagne and grabbed another glass.
'I told them they should've taken me back to the Grimmauld Place but nooo,'
She sighed and walked out to the patio. It was a beautiful summer night the stars and moon were out. There was a light breeze she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Mag heard foot steps she opened her eyes and turned her head.
"Hello Miss. Weasley," It was Lucius Malfoy.
'Great.' She thought rolling her eyes and turning her head back.
Again he was in black robes and had his hair down. He was wearing a black mask with silver trim. He came and stood next to her a cup of whiskey in his hand.
"Please call me Magdaline." She smirked throwing his own words back at him.
"Enjoying the party?" He asked.
"Yes, I love being in a place full of people who want to kill me and my family." She said sarcasm heavy in her voice.
"You look immaculate tonight."
"Thanks." She said downing the rest of her champagne. "Is there anything stronger than this?"
Luicus smirked at her bluntness.
"I have some whiskey in my study would you like some?"
"I drink anything to make this night more bearable." He chuckled at her words she reminded him of a girl he went to school with.
"Yes follow me."