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He stood at the door, staring with gray eyes. Thoughts were drowning deep within his mind as he watched from his, perch. He could be mistaken, couldn't he? There had to be other redheaded, tiny figured women around the village. Or perhaps port-keyed in from some unknown location. He stepped back silently, slowly about to turn his back into the shadows as he heard it. It was a muffled... muffled giggle. Giggle? Oh, he was sure he knew that giggle anywhere. He rapped on the oak door with his sterling silverhead cane. The giggles had all but vanished now as a pair of tawny brown eyes peeked up and out from the dark green duvet.
An eyebrow arched ever so slightly, he couldn't help but looked a little perplexed. "Darling?" He questioned, and entered into the room uninvited. She scrambled to pull the black sheets around her and sat quickly up in bed as her companion did the same. She bit her lip nervously and put her hand up as if a shield. "Lucius. Sweetling, please..." she grasped at words but nothing formed. " I, I can explain.. just let me compose myself, please." She begged, her eyes giving him that stare that would bring down the mountains if they could.
He could only look at her with that same odd stare in his face. "Can you? Because there are seventeen rooms in this house and you chose Draco's to have your little..." He used his cane to pull down the cover of her companion. "Party with.. I'm sorry I'm afraid Ive not gotten your name" He looked at the vixen of beauty sitting beside his soon-to-be bride. The girl was tall and lean, with a head full of flaxen curls that were in rivers around her breast. Of course Ginny Weasley had chosen more beautiful and charming women in which to play with, he just didn't understand why his son's room. The girl merely bit her lip and looked at him with pools of emerald. "She doesn't speak, my darling..." Ginny shook her head as if to explain further. "Oh Lucius... do not fret so.. I made sure she was perfect." She smiled, expecting him to understand and aprove.
The man in the room only looked down at her with his icey stare and had an aire of bordom when he sighed. He turned from them and walked from the room, only saying.."Someday, dear wizards, I hope soon... you will tire of this" Which he was refering to her sexual appetite for women. Lucius Malfoy and Ginny Weasley were to be married within the month, afterall. And as he shut the door to his love and her lover, she giggled and let out a poof of relief. She placed her hand on the other girls cheek and pouted. "Draco... you are going to get me into trouble with your father one of these days.. I swear it." And with that, she pulled the girl... who just happened to be draco donned with poly juice... into a lovers embrace.