Disclaimer: Thanks goes out to Shakespeare for the plot!
"If music be the food of love, play on." –The Duke
The music chamber was dark this time of day. The sun had yet to set, but the direction the room was facing was away from the western horizon. It was this time of day that Draco Malfoy loved most of all. Every day he would come into this room, order, Screech, his house elf to play the grand piano. He would then lean against the window frame sipping wine as the music would flow over him.
He watched as his manor cast shadows over his garden. He took great pride in his estate, and the biggest pride was the plants that were sporadically placed. Unlike the days when his father was lord of the manor, when the plants and trees were pruned to perfection and placed in unnatural formations, Draco let his gardens grow, without cutting them back. Sure he used magic to help the plants that are foreign to the area grow. But he refused to place them in places that were so unnatural that it seemed surreal.
From his view at the window, he could see the flowering frangipani trees. It was their flowers that he loved the best. They came in all colors, but for some reason he favored the white. He could see the flowers even at his distance, as they caught the light coming from within his manor. He remembered a quote from somewhere about trees full of starlight, and saw that that was exactly what they were.
Draco stiffened as he sensed a presence behind him. It wasn't the house elf, because the haunting music was still coming from the piano. So, that meant that it could be either Blaise or Goyle standing behind him. After all, they were the only ones he trusted in this part of the manor. But Goyle was on an errand, so that left Blaise.
The music hit an almost depressing note, that brought Draco out of his reverie. "That will be all, Screech." He said quietly.
The house elf nodded his head in master's direction, and popped out of the room.
Draco turned back to the garden view and listened as Blaise's footsteps came closer.
"You were thinking about her again, weren't you?" Blaise asked softly.
Draco smirked. "The world doesn't always revolve around women."
Blaise chuckled. "All true." He agreed as he placed a hand on the opposite side of the window sill. "Women are to small to create that kind of gravitational pull. But a heart on the other hand, is small enough to get caught in their thrall."
Grimacing, Draco once again leaned against the wall. This time to look at his friend. "You know me too well. I'm going to have to kill you now." He said in mock seriousness.
Blaise was about to answer back, more than likely with one of his famous witty remarks, when Goyle walked into the room obviously out of breath. Both men stared at the panting overweight man blankly. Before Blaise finally broke the silence. "Don't tell me that you had Goyle, send her a love letter."
Draco glanced away. Blaise managed to hit it on the mark even when he was joking.
Blaise's eyes lit up and he started to laugh. "Oh, no you didn't" He managed to get out between his laughter. "Why couldn't you send an owl like a normal wizard?"
"Well, Goyle," Draco said ignoring his friend. "What did she say?"
Goyle cocked his head at him. "Who?"
"Ginny! Who else?" Draco yelled.
"Oh, r-right." The bigger man stuttered. "I didn't get to speak with her."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked getting annoyed at how much energy it took just to get an answer out of the idiot standing before him.
"Uh, she made Lavender speak to me instead. She gave me this letter." He said handing over a wrinkled piece of parchment.
Draco took it out of Goyle's grasp and began to read it. "She says here, that no one will see her face for seven years and that she will not consent to marry anyone until that time is up." He told the other two who now sat watching him in silence. "All of this to mourn her parents and older brothers that were killed at the end of the war."