"Is this where you take girls to impress them, Malfoy?" Ginny stood, stunned, shivering and smirking, taking in all the sights of the rose garden. She liked roses. They were lavish and a luxury; something Harry had never afforded her. No, she scolded herself, not now.
"Am I impressing you?" Draco had moved away from Ginny, and was leaning over a flower bed, charming the bees.
"No," Ginny said breathlessly. He wasn't impressing her- the garden was. In truth, it was breathtaking. The area buzzed with life, and various types of butterflies had already landed on Ginny. It was still cold, though. Perhaps she could admire the garden from by a hearth?
"Come," Draco inclined his head towards wooden doors, and ushered Ginny away from a cluster of pale pink roses with his pale fingers. "You can always come back when you've been fed and clothed properly."
Ginny nodded, still uncertain as to whether she could trust Draco Malfoy. He seemed kindly enough. But they all, don't they?
