"This way dear," Narcissa smiles as she takes Ginny's arm. "You will have your own suite while you are here. Don't hesitate to ask for a thing." The women exit the room and head for the North side of the Manor.
Ginny glances back to see Draco heading in the opposite direction. He was gorgeous, that was for sure. Just because she'd had a crush on him for forever didn't mean that she could act on it. Well, at least she knew her cousin would be in favor of a relationship with this boy, as he was one of his most loyal followers. She took a moment to appreciate the way Draco's dark jeans hugged all the right places before turning her attentions to Narcissa before she would notice she was having inappropriate thoughts about her son.
"I promise I won't be too much of a pain, Mrs. Malfoy. I hope I'm not too much of a bother," she smiled prettily at Narcissa, distracting her before she could follow the redhead's gaze. There, that should do. Ginny was stunning, and she knew it. Her beauty had helped her get her way for years, and it wasn't going to fail her now.
"Oh, please dear, call me Narcissa or Cissy. Mrs. Malfoy makes me sound entirely too old." Narcissa and Ginny started up a dazzling staircase, to find that Ginny's favorite cousin had decided to take the room that was set aside for Ginny.
"My Lord," Narcissa squeaked as they entered the room to find Lucius and Tom Riddle. "I had no idea that Lucius had already given you this room, my apologies!" She backed out in a bow, and quickly shut the door to the chuckling men, cutting off the steady flow of cigar smoke. "I hate when they do that in the house," she mumbled to Ginny, who giggled by her side. "Very well, we'll have to room you in Draco's hall."
The women crossed the Manor yet again, and Ginny took in the house for the first time. Despite the contrast of dark furniture and accents, it was light, and open; not at all what you'd imagine Death Eaters to be crawling through on a daily basis. The walls were decorated with bright whites, and deep blacks. The furniture was dark green and the floors were black tile. Accents of silver could be found in almost everything. It was a true Slytherin paradise.
They came to the South staircase, and made their way up to the hall, and down about four doors. Narcissa knocked on the door, just to make sure the room wasn't already inhabited. Hearing no answer, she walked in, followed closely by Ginny. The room matched the rest of the house. The walls were white, the furniture of deep black. The bed had silk green sheets, and the closet doors were outlined in shiny silver.
"It's gorgeous," gasped Ginny. Narcissa beamed at her. Her house was her pride and joy; she designed everything inside herself, taking care to match every room.
"I'll leave you to rest. If you need anything, the house elves are only a snap away," Narcissa grinned. "I'll call you down to breakfast in the morning." With that, Narcissa made her exit.
Ginny took her shrunken luggage out of her pocket and returned it to its normal size, pulling out a Chudley Cannons t shirt and sweats. They still smelled like her favorite brother, Bill.
There were times she truly missed the burrow and all its simplicity, but when she finally broke the news to her "parents", that she knew who she was and that she was disappointed that they weren't on the right side of the war, they unceremoniously evicted her at the beginning of the summer, forcing her to stay in the various homes of her cousin's loyal followers. Then on her cousin's orders, she apologized, but refused to move back in with them. She was only trying to save the family she had come to know and love, but with Molly and Arthur's loyalties lying in a certain Albus Dumbledore, they were to be doomed.
In time, she regained the trust of her former family and the Order by convincing them she was the same person, no matter whose blood ran through her veins. Just because she was the second cousin of the darkest wizard ever known, did not mean that she was dark, or so they thought.
As a result, Ginny remained an important member of the Order of the Phoenix, completely trusted by all those in the organization, but acted on the orders of the Dark Lord himself. She had been passing valuable information on Potter to Voldemort for years. So far, nobody on Dumbledore's side had put the pieces together, and it was working in her favor. It was going to be harder to maintain Potter's trust this year, as she would be transferring to Slytherin, but as long as she kept up the façade the fiercely loyal Gryffindor shouldn't be able to figure her out.
Thinking back to the meeting tonight, she blushed. She wondered if Draco had noticed her staring at him? She had done most of her staring from under the cloak she was instructed to hide under for most of the meeting, so she hoped he was oblivious. He had grown up so much over the past few years, and he was incredibly gorgeous. Ginny had often found herself longing to run her hands through that mess of platinum hair and down his chiseled chest. She knew she never had a chance with the Slytherin Prince previously; she was way too much of a Gryffindor for his liking. But now, now she was a Slytherin. This was where she belonged.
Ginny had asked to be in Gryffindor her first year with her brothers, but Draco didn't know that. There was no way the Sorting Hat could be fooled, as the blood of the Heir of Slytherin flowing through her veins, yet it placed her in Gryffindor because she begged. Now, she felt disgusted for begging such an ugly object to be in the same house as the ever noble Harry Potter. No, she wouldn't think about him now.
Draco. That's who she wanted at her side by the end of all of this. He was perfect for her. A follower of the dark side, everything she believed in, and he was a great piece of arm candy, as well as ridiculously wealthy. In spite of all of that, Draco had an incredible personality and a great sense of humor. Well, she'd never had a real conversation with the boy, just playful banter here and there, but that could be easily fixed.
It was there, in a borrowed bedroom at Malfoy Manor, that Ginevra Riddle decided what her goal for this semester would be. By Christmas, she would have Draco on her arm. This was after all, her fifth year of Hogwarts, she should enjoy it. No more waiting, she was determined to be the girl that caught the infamous Slytherin's affections.
