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Chapter Two: Malfoy Manor
Ginny walked out to the large orchard, with her average sized bag, carrying all her clothes and keepsakes. Her wand was tucked behind her ear, as she led her future husband and in-laws, to the apparition point. "Sedeo minor" She said pointing her wand at her bag, which instantly shrunk to pocket size. "Ginevra, do you have your license yet?" Narcissa asked. Ginny shook her head, "You can side-along with Draco then, do you mind son?" Narcissa looked to Draco. He shook his head. With that Lucius and Narcissa, drew into a hug and went together. Ginny looking uncertain then went to Draco, tucking her wand in her pocket. He drew her into a stone embrace, not wanting to touch her, "Hold on" he whispered in her ear, as the left the burrow.
Within an instant, they were at Malfoy Manor. The very house that produced many other generations of Malfoys' for centuries…. The very house that her future husband, the one who mocked her, teased her, and ranted about her worn clothes, came from. Ginny Wealsey made herself promise, that she will never like this house. No matter how grand it is or isn't, this house belonged to the family that took her from hers, and that could never be forgiven. Ginny didn't realize that Draco was guiding her as she thought this, and they eventually ended up in a bedroom. "You might as well not unpack," he started, "this room is yours only before the wedding, my and then we'll have to share a room, until we eventually go house hunting, after producing our first heir." Ginny kept staring at him for the longest time, until finally taking her trunk out of her pocket and setting it on the ground, "Sedeo Maxima" she said quietly.
Not taking her silence well, Draco paced the room. His father told him to just spend this first night covering ground rules, and further expectations from him. "Show her whose boss son!" he recalled his father saying to him. He looked up from his standing position by the door, she sitting on the bed, absentmindedly twirling her small thumbs in her lap. Her long hair curling into perfect spirals on her back was the color of red wine. This with her smooth pale skin, highlighted with small freckles on her nose, made her look even more beautiful than she did while she was at school. He was so disgusted before, when they were leaving the Burrow. But how could his feelings have changed so quickly.
She was the mixture of sweet and sour, good and bad, the angel and the devil. He stopped himself from further embarrassment, when he saw her warm, honey eyes looking back into his cold ones. "Well…. Goodnight then." He said turning his back on her leaving the room. He swore he could almost here a small whisper calling back to him, silently saying "Goodnight."
So do you like it? Hate it? I understand its super short, but I wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, and this is your Thanksgiving treat.
I got to go to bed before my dad has a panic attack!
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