Ginny still looked freezing as Draco called Dolly down from the servant's quarters. The House Elf's overside features trembled as Draco bent down to speak to it, and it squeaked as it tittered away to the East Wing. "Can't you light the fire yourself?" Ginny raised an eyebrow at Draco, who scoffed and sighed.
"You wouldn't understand," he settled on.
"Why?" Ginny responded quickly. It caught Draco off-guard.
"It's a very Slytherin thing," he sighed more deeply, and turned to face the East Wing. "Come," he tilted his head, and watched Ginny walk up next to him.

"Draco Malfoy!" Pansy shouted with her shrill tone just as Ginny was sitting down by the fire. Draco winced visibly, but brushed it off quickly. He drew himself up to his full height, cleared his throat, and stood in the doorway of the Entertaining Room.
"Pansy," he smiled charmingly at Pansy, who scowled in response.
"I wouldn't normally ask, Draco, but her? Are you bringing home War vetrans now?" She sniped, glaring at Ginny over Draco's shoulder. Draco wished that he could see Ginny's reaction to Pansy's not-too-unusual outburst.
"She..." Draco's voice trailed off for a second, before returning. "She needed food, something warm, and some shoes."
"She won't be borrowing mine!" Pansy huffed, folding her arms under her ample (yet drooping) bust.
"She shall. Go get a nice pair of trainers, or something comfortable, Pans. And- stop pulling a face- think of it this way; would it do to leave her, a poor girl, out in the rain, starving hungry and freezing?" Draco quirked his pale lips at Pansy, who grunted angrily.
"No," she furrowed her brow, "I suppose not. Still," she cast a look at Ginny again, "you can't bed her. Not with your mother in the Estate."
"I wasn't planning on bedding her," Draco growled.
"Liar," Pansy smirked, happy to get the last word, and swanned away, seeming very pleased with herself.

Dolly arrived shortly after, carrying a tray in each hand. One was full of tea and sandwiches, and the other a pile of clothes. "Mistress Pansy sends her regards, Master Draco, and says that Mistress Black has already left for the day."
"Thank you, Dolly. Do you mind watering the roses?" Draco knew full well that Dolly loved that job, and her little face lit up with glee as she nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh, yes, Master Draco! Dolly will do this!" The Elf scurried away, smiling to herself, leaving Draco and Ginny alone.
"You can go and change," Draco pointed to the pile of clothes. "I'm not sure what there is, or if it'll fit you, but there we have it. You're cold and sodding wet," he poured himself a cup of tea first, and then Ginny.
"I'm grateful," Ginny lowered her head, and stretched her feet out by the fire. It crackled warmly.
"I'm trying to be a good person," Draco sighed, "but I suspect that I am coming on too strong."
"No," Ginny smiled sweetly into the china cup, and then blew the hot steam so it tickled her face, "no. You are being a good person. And a good host, too. You should have sent me on my way," Ginny added sadly.
"Yes, well, you were cold, and you were trying to eat a very unimpressive fish. I couldn't let you starve." He glanced down at the sandwiches, "speaking of which; please, help yourself. I can almost see your bones."
"It's only been a night," Ginny relaxed nonetheless, and lent forward for a cucumber and cream cheese sanwich. "These are nice," she said with a mouthful. She then retracted, and covered her mouth with her hand.
Draco laughed, "it's alright. You're starving." He bent to grab a ham and cheese sandwich, and his eyes kept flickering on Ginny. "Why were you flying, anyway?"
"It's a long story," Ginny carried on eating.
"I suspected as much," Draco exhaled, sipped his tea. "Why don't you go and change? I'll have Dolly collect your things; I execpt that you'll want to get home."