StarryRavenFire: Thanks for agreeing with me! Yes, there are times when I think Draco would deserve Pansy Parkinson, but if I think about it more, they would kinda make a nice couple.
spider-man-fan: Well like I said, there are times when I think Draco and Pansy ought to have each other, but I like a Ginny/Draco ship too. :o)
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Lady Elysabyth, Crooning Waterfall, weird-foreigner, rainbow fuzzlez, and cyancrystaldolphins.

Enjoy this next chapter!

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There were many things that Ginny despised in life. Poverty, maturity, and just plain being a girl were some of things that Ginny could pick out from the apex of her brain right then. With the newest addition, the Malfoys, of course.

Her farewells had undeniably been morose and disheartening. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were never dry and a smile never cracked a face. Mr. Weasley on no account left the refuge of his bedroom as his indignity had shamed him to a great extent and therefore he didn't go to bid his daughter farewell.

Not that Ginny took offense. Her feelings for her father were quite nippy and she supposed that they were not going to amend any time soon.

Snapping out from inside her head and into the iniquitous world of reality, Ginny resumed her packing. In no less a day would she leave her family residence and all her beloved assets with it. Her parents, her old garments (as the Malfoy's had demanded that she take none other than what she sincerely necessitated), her manuscripts, the whole lot to stay at home while she left her exultant dwelling for a extensive part of time.

"It's not reasonable!" she thought sulkily, winking her tears away. Well, it wasn't! Her father had been bereaved of his job and she was the one who was to compensate the consequences.

Thrusting all her bodily fundamentals into the petite valise, she was all but closing the bag when her abrupt eyes noticed something.

"I can't leave you Harry dear." she mumbled to the black-and-white photograph, who, in answer, grinned sheepishly back.

Harry Potter, aka. the boy who lived, or the love of her life. Wizard superstar and her brother's finest chum. With his unkempt black locks, olive eyes, cherry-pink lips, and brawny body, well……who wouldn't worship a guy like him? Into the bargain with his sexy finery, gallantry was thrown into the assortment. Numerous times had Harry been defied face to face by the horrendous Lord Voldemort. And he had yet to fail to Voldemort's malicious hands.

Ginny's heart omitted a beat as she bundled Harry's photo into her rucksack. Where would she be exclusive of him?

"Ginny dear," Mrs. Weasley's somber cry called up. "The butler has turned up to accompany you to the Malfoy Manor."

Ginny's shoulders, which had once lifted at Harry's image, slumped once more. It was too dire to be just a delusion. She was going to Malfoy Manor and there was nothing she could do to avert it.

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"Breakfast my lord?"

Draco stared down at what the piteous houseelf entitled as "breakfast". Two eggs, poached, with scorched toast and a ruddy paste that Draco inferred as jelly.

"Zeggie" Draco said composedly. "Do me an errand. Go down into the kitchens and get me some REAL FOOD!"

Zeggie squeaked with anxiety as he by a hair's breadth evaded flying food.

"This is pitiable!" Draco thought heatedly as he grabbed his wand. "Flpimindio!"

Zeggie screamed as he flew from the room. Draco sneered with satisfaction as a collision was heard from beneath his chamber's floorboards.

"Much better." Draco thought with approval as he primed himself for the day.

Draco's pants were just about to slither onto the floor when giggles spewed from behind him. Spinning around, he smirked once he saw the giggles' possessor.

"Morning Katarina." Draco said wittily. The russet-haired, indigo-eyed girl nodded back in reply.

"I'm not too late for breakfast am I?" she flirted, a bantering smile broadening on her dazzling face.

Draco chuckled. Maybe today wasn't going to be that appalling after all.

"Oh no," he said impishly, snaking his dressing gown off of his burly body. "You're just in time."

Katarina giggled afresh as Draco grasped her hand and conducted her to the waiting, securing the door and world behind them as they entered their own trivial, confidential world.

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"Servant Girl, I welcome you to the Malfoy Manor."

Ginny scowled. For motive number one, she wasn't real fond of her new pet name. For motive number two, she could acquire nothing hospitable about the manor house. Constructed of black slabs, the manor had at least a mile of length on it and no less than ten stories towering above the ominous grounds. Dreary drapes swathed the windowpanes and Ginny was rather alarmed to find black roses in bullion (the only real color of the residence) vessels. Smoke swelled from the brittle flue and abundant houseelves were scampering across the grounds. Ginny recoiled when she heeded two shrill, blows of an evident whip.

Apparently the butler caught sight of her wincing for he cackled somewhat callously before speaking.

"Oh you certainly are a weedy girl." he chuckled. "Impractical houseelves are they. Always thinking that sovereignty awaits them around the side of the globe." He chuckled again. "What gits they are. Always thinking they're so exceptional. Such idiots!"

If Hermione Granger, Ginny's friend, had been on the premises, Ginny knew Hermione's ardent disposition would get the better of her and she would show this man a thing or two about affronting houseelves. To Hermione, houseelves were people just as daises were flowers.

"Anyway, don't just stand there like a statuette, get into the manor! You've got work to do!"

"Great." Ginny thought peevishly as she trailed the butler down the depressing footpath into the manor.

Whatever ghastly splendor the manor endured on the outside was nothing compared to the inside. In no doubt, it did stow more colors than what the outside resembled, but it was diminutive. You could have fit an entire Quidditch field inside the foyer. Colossal chandeliers of pure silver embellished the looming ceiling and emerald drapery interweaved across the walls. Lustrous candles blazed vibrantly from golden receptacles as forlorn tunes played in the vastness of this massive place.

"Eamon, good. You have arrived."

Ginny shuddered at the callous voice. How proper is sounded, yet with a border of iciness bounding it. Only one could have possession of such a voice. Only –

"Well I see our new maid has ultimately shown her face." Lucius Malfoy leered with noticeable contentment. "Before I receive you into our hospitable abode, let me vindicate some regulations in this household of mine. I depart for work and appear home every 9 to 6:30. Which means I expect my breakfast at 7 and my twilight mealtime at 6:45. You will carry out of what I inquire and I insist on its being done directly. Your face must not be shown as my kin and I feast. You are obliged to launder our bedchambers every morning. It is vital that you are completed by 11 so you may prepare for the midday meal for my wife and son. You are consented to eat with the houseelves in the kitchens and may make use of the servant lavatories. You, as all our person servants, are permitted to your own accommodations and get Christmas and Easter weeks off. I don't really know why I do of such, but I do. At least … for now."

Malfoy exhaled noisily before continuing.

"If you do not show and act upon your undertakings, you will be flogged. No talking back and do not wear your employment outfit inaccurately. Servants have a person in command above them, besides myself, and you shall do of what your own requests. Do not, and once again, you will be flogged. I assume that is all. Any questions you would like to pose?"

Ginny shook her head. Lucius Malfoy had been lecturing so hurriedly, that Ginny had merely comprehended half of it. But to quarrel with a Malfoy was asking for a beating so she kept quiet.

"No questions? Brilliant. Eamon, show our guest to her chambers." Malfoy glanced up as a remote door smashed shut. "Ahhhh. Superb timing. Here comes my son now. I do believe you may well know him. Draco, come here!"

Ginny swallowed coarsely as advancing treading came closer. Undeniably, she did know of Lucius's son. Who didn't? Draco Malfoy; sex idol, major heartthrob, and utter egotistical snob. While numbers of Slytherin students at Hogwarts (the school at which both graced with their presences) exalted him, others loathed the sight of him, Ginny included. He and Harry had previously been extreme rivals at school, and as far as Ginny knew, they still were.

"Oh god, not you!"

Ginny's eyes flared with resentment. She made up her mind right then and there that as long as she would inhabit this appalling manor, not once would she let anyone goad her state of mind.

Raising her head in mulish willpower, she knew that nothing nor anyone would change her outlooks, no matter what happened.

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