Clothes:

a/n: I doubt people expected this, but here we go..

"I have asked the elves to prepare your favourite dessert for this evening's meal, apple crumble." Draco stated.

Ginny didn't respond.

"Very well, there are several pieces laid out on the bed for tonight's meal. Dinner is at seven o'clock in the dining room." As Draco strode out of the room he felt helpless. They had been officially married for two weeks, the marriage had not yet been consummated in fact they had barely even seen each other let alone anything else.

During the War Draco had secretly admired Ginny's bravery, and after they had won Voldemort decreed that all Death Eater's within in his inner circle had to marry a pure blood. There was no contest for Draco. He respected her and knew full well he'd treat her better than his comrades and would allow her time to adjust. But his patience was beginning to wain. This did not go unnoticed.

She did not knock on entering the guest room, unlike Draco Ginny had yet to earn Narcissa's respect.

"Have you decided on this evening's attire?"

"No."

"Allow me to assist you," Narcissa walked to the bed, picking up an elegant emerald green gown. "This is just your colour. And Draco's favourite."

Ginny scowled at their reflections in the mirror.

Narcissa narrowed her eyes, "You could have done far worse you know. Do you know how many half bloods out there would kill to be in your shoes, to be wearing these fine clothes?"

Ginny spun round, tears welling up, "that's all this is to you isn't? How you look, these meaningless pieces of fabric. I don't care about the clothes, the shoes or any of this. Do you really expect me to rejoice in being taken from my family and thrown into a marriage of evil and snobbery?"

"I am not that naive, but if I were you Ginerva, I would deal with it. If you think you are the only one suffering think again. Granted your cause is more pitiful than some, but you won't survive if you rely on pity. If surviving this world involves you marrying into an evil family, wearing the finest clothing, then so be it, you could be in far worse circumstances. So enough of the self pity, put this dress on."

As she stared at the dress in Narcissa's hands it represented far more than wealth and good taste, it represented her imprisonment.