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CHAPTER TWO: Lunch with an Intention

"Well open it!" said Molly.

With trembling fingers, Ginny broke the silver seal and opened the letter. Clearing her throat, she read aloud.

Ginervra

I am sure the news of our engagement has reached you, I an also sure that you feel as I do about this event. Nevertheless, please join me for a luncheon at my Manor today at two o clock. Your mother would be welcome also; I will send someone to pick you up so there is no need to worry about transportation.

Yours,

Lucius Malfoy

Ginny swallowed and turned to her mother.

"I suppose I will have to go," she said

"Yes" agreed her mother, " Its good Fleur is stopping by later isn't it?"

Ginny sent a quick reply back to Mr.Malfoy, via the large brown owl that had brought his letter.

The rest of the morning was spent with fleur, getting ready for the first time Ginny was to see Lucius Malfoy in many years.

" Eet is a good thing that 'ee is so good lookeeng" commented fleur while she was doing Ginny's hair.

"Yes, I suppose so," muttered Ginny, who was blinking back tears for the millionth time that day, Fleur saw her face and immediately bent down to comfort her sister in law.

"Don't worry Geeny… 'Ee is probably not so bad one yoo get too know 'im." She said, rubbing Ginny's hand gently. Ginny nodded, and they went back to work.

Many hours later they stepped back and looked at the finished product. She was wearing a navy skirt that came to about three inches above her knees and a creamy beige shirt unbuttoned to reveal a navy cami underneath. They had brushed Ginny's long hair and straightened it until it was pin straight. Her eyes were barely outlined with brown liner and mascara. The look was completed with a thick navy headband and tons or off-white bracelets, but even a master artist, like Fleur, could not hide the worry and terror in Ginny's eyes.

"Yoo look soo pretty Geeny" said Fleur, "Though a bit too proper."

Ginny nodded and went downstairs o meet her mother, who was dressed in her best sweater and slacks combo. On their way out, Ginny passed by Harry who looked not only sad, but rather angry as well.

They were picked up by a sleek and perfectly… perfect black limo that appeared to be driven by a house elf. Ginny tried to relax on the way to the Manor but her emotions almost got the better of her several times. As they turned through the wrought iron gates, Ginny had to dig her perfectly manicured nails into the palms of her hands to keep from having a breakdown.

Mrs. Weasley and her daughter crunched their way up the gravel drive and reached the huge double front doors. Mrs. Weasel knocked twice and Ginny noticed the knocker was in the shape of a roaring dragon, she also noticed that she was having trouble breathing again.

"Now dear, I don't like this any more than you do but please, try to stay calm," said her mother, patting her on the back.

"You're not the one who has to get knocked up," Ginny muttered under her breath.

Her mother glared at her but before she could say anything, the door was opened by a strangely clean house elf. He let them in but Ginny could not help but noticed that his long, sharp nose was wrinkled, as if he smelled something bad.

'Great, I barely get here and even the servants hate me already' thought Ginny.

"This way please," said the elf in a very high-pitched voice.

He led them down a long hallway and stopped in front of a marble staircase. The elf cleared this throat loudly, and a door at the top of the staircase opened and a man came out.

He was very well dressed, in a white collared shirt under a black sweater, and black pants, his hair tied back at the base of his neck.

"Ah" he said upon reaching them," You are Molly Weasley, I presume." They shook hands and Ginny noticed with disdain how afterwards, he wiped his hand on his pants, as if cleaning it, and how absolutely and thoroughly disgusted he looked.

Ginny had butterflies in her stomach and she felt like crying again, but she refused to let any Malfoy get the better of her.

"Ginny Weasley" she said, sticking out her hand. She tried to sound brave but her words came out as some sort of squeak. Lucius tried his best to smile, but it looked like a grimace.

"Miss Weasley" he said, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips, bending over slightly as he did so. Then, he turned and led the way to the dining room.

This room was elaborately furnished, with white marble floors that were mostly covered by a big black rug. A long mahogany table stood in the very center of the room; there were no windows so only candles and a fire from a silver grate lighted the room.

Lucius put his hand on Ginny's shoulder and guided her to her chair, which he pulled out for her, while an elf did the same for her mother. Then he took his own seat at the head of the table. With a snap of his fingers, food appeared on their plates.

Slowly Ginny picked up her fork and sampled some. She was surprised to find it absolutely delicious! Better that the food at Hogwarts… better even than her mum's. After a while, Ginny glanced up the table at her fiancé. Fleur was right, he was very good looking. Ginny let her eyes wander over his face, the stormy gray eyes, high cheekbones, his lips were full but in a chiseled way. He was extremely handsome, even if his nose was just a tad on the "strong" side.

He looked up and their eyes met. Ginny looked down and felt herself blush. He cleared his throat and both Mrs.Weasley and Ginny looked at him.

" Molly, as I am sure you know much preparation goes into a wedding." Said Lucius.

"Yes" relied Molly suspiciously.

Lucius leaned back in his chair and continued,

"To achieve the best wedding and to let your daughter and I get to know each other before our…" he cleared his throat again, "marriage, I think it would be best if she stayed here before the wedding."

"Certainly not! Not only would you steal away my youngest daughter, but also you would take her prematurely? NO!" Molly was furious, she had a grip on her knife as if she was going to throw it.

"Madame" Lucius said coolly," I only, meant this as a matter of convenience. I did not mean to-"

"- YOU WILL NOT TOUCH MY BABY!" Molly yelled, grabbing her fork. Lucius looked stunned.

"I would not even think about getting anywhere near your daughter until…. absolutely necessary" he couldn't hide the disgusted look on his face, he didn't really even try.

"No" said her mother firmly.

"Umm… I'm still here" Ginny said tentatively, Mrs.Weasley smiled at her.

"Of course you are, dear" she said.

"Why don't we let the girl decide?" asked Lucius suddenly.

"What?" Molly began, but Ginny raised a hand to stop her mother from saying anything else.

Her mind was whirling, this was the man who had subjected her to Tom, and He hated her and her family. But if staying made the… after wedding easier it was worth it right? Ginny stared straight at Lucius.

"I will stay here," she said firmly

"All's settled then" he replied.

All three stood and they went back to the Atrium together.

" I will pick Ginervra up tomorrow to go shopping, if it is convenient," Lucius said to no one in particular.

Mrs. Weasley did not speak, so Ginny gave her assent.

"My man will return you home and pick you up again tomorrow morning." He kissed her hand again.

As the car pulled out of the drive all Ginny could think was,

' Thank goodness that wizards age slowly'

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