He sat in the hard chair and waited for his father to come, it seemed to him that a meeting had not be called, well no meeting that didn't consist of just his father and him. Noticing his father's eyes wander past the door he took a moment to study him. Ever since the official rise of Voldemort, again, his father had lost most of the elegance he'd swarmed with before. His guess was that being the Dark Lord's right hand man had its negatives as well…

"Now son…" Lucius Malfoy began slowly, eyes drifting back to his. He tapped the edge of his chair impatiently whilst Draco nodded his attention, "…now that we are out of the way of fumbling ears I'm rather curious to hear you're opinion on our newest member…" he continued slyly.

Draco coughed silently in the back of his throat, testing his voice before he spoke.

"You mean the Weasley?" he answered roughly.

Lucius looked at him, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Yes I mean the Weasley, of course I mean the girl!"

Draco smoothed out his robe, he just loved infuriating his father.

"I would have to say I'm surprised father, you trusting a Weasley so eagerly…"

Lucius laughed. A short ragged laugh that was so brutally honest it made his spine tingle in repulsion.

"Trust? You think we trust the girl? Of course we don't Draco, she's nothing more than a naïve little girl hurt by her family's lack of attention!"

Draco frowned, "…then why is she so important to us? Why let the muggle loving blood into our ranks so quickly?" he replied immediately.

Lucius got up off his chair slowly, briefly closing his eyes as if old injuries ached through movement. Straightening himself he paced around the room, eyes downcast as if honestly pondering his question. He paused just beside his chair and Draco couldn't help but fidget, lowering his body close to his, he rested an arm on either side of the chair.

"Oh Draco…Draco, Draco, Draco…" he drawled slowly, "How naïve you can be…" he continued standing up again, "Of course Weasley isn't physically of much purpose to us…she is talented, yes, but no more than you or I, but didn't you notice the reaction she got from the lads last night? Or think about the effect she will have on those muggle loving fools?" he paused from his speech for a moment and then caught his eye again, grey against grey. "…From my perspective Ginny Weasley is what could win or lose the war for us…"

Draco shivered again, images of her flirting and mingling flashing through his mind, and from what he could gather her betrayal to the Order would have a huge effect on them all…especially Harry Potter.

Lucius smirked at him. "Which coincidentally brings me to my next matter of interest…" he spoke. Draco glared at him, not liking the glint in his eyes. "…I happen to know you're not doing much at the moment and Miss. Weasley really does require someone to show her around this place…"

Draco openly frowned at his father. He only smirked back.

"…Because one does tend to lose direction in such a large estate as our own…"

Grasping the handle of the door Lucius Malfoy half turned to face his son again, "And Draco, do try and remember you're manners, you may not think Miss Weasley to be of much importance, but I assure you any 'misdemeanors' on you're behalf could lead to severe punishment…."

He saw her in the drawing room, sitting on the windowsill her dainty legs dangled off the edge, eyes misted and staring out the window. He leant against the doorframe not sure whether she was aware of his presence or not. He could not help but look at her, she was quite an attractive woman when you studied her. He remembered the cocky, confident way she had addressed him before but it just didn't fit with the small girl hugging herself in front of him.

"Were you planning on standing there all night Malfoy? Or do you intend to come in?" she spoke softly as her dark eyes met his.

Stopping only to decide how close to sit he lowered himself into a plush armchair, cupping his face in his hand. She stared right back at him then suddenly swung her legs around until she was facing him. There eyes were locked in a battle, a battle of…well, just a battle, but no matter how hard he tried to tear them away from hers he could not, and it wasn't something he was used to feeling.

She tore her eyes away from his then looked back up at him, a coy smile on her face. "What a great host you are Mr. Malfoy, but if you don't plan to say anything soon I believe I might go off to bed…" she said. He opened his mouth to reply but could not find the words to express what he was feeling.

When he looked at her then, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, he remembered the silent, nice Ginny Weasley, sitting in the corner, holding Potter's hand. And when he saw that side of her, it repulsed him to admit, but he was quite attracted to her. But then he looked further at him and a smirk grew on her lips, he would never have believed her capable of such a look, yet she was. This whole deal confused him, he didn't understand why she had agreed to all of this in the first place, was it petty revenge? Or did she seriously hold similar beliefs…he doubted that.

She looked at him curiously before jutting out her chin, striding off to the door. But just before she could open it he grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her towards him. She gasped, only quietly but he heard it all the same. Holding her arm tight he whispered, "Why Weasley? Just tell me why?"

Her eyes roamed his face and for a moment he believed she would answer him. A shadow forming over the brown orbs of hers she wrenched her arm free and yanked open the door, "No" she spat at him, " Just no…"

A/N – Once again thankyou to those who have reviewed, I really appreciate it. I will be going for once a week updates unless I feel especially kind.