"My parents arranged it, her parents died. Trust me, I'm not happy having that little blood traitor in my house. But she does seem like a good playtoy.." Draco stated as he started to look off into space, probably dreaming of all the sick things he could do to the little Weasley girl.
"Why would your parents want her though. They hate blood traitors even more then you." Theodore chuckled.
"Not sure. Maybe they new that I was getting bored with Pansy." Draco laughed.
"Too bad shes a gryffindor though.. even I wouldn't stoop that low." Blaise reminded him.
Draco Malfoy let out an evil chuckle. "We'll see to that problem."
Several hours later Blaise and Theodore left as well. Draco walked around until he came to what must've been ginny's new room. The door was open so he decided to let himself in. It was easy to tell what was property of the manor and what belonged to her. For example, the clean, silk, elegant comforter and sheets were his, whereas the dirty, knitted, oddly colored blanket laying at the foot of the bed was clearly hers.
He walked over to the huge oak wardrobe that was in all the bedrooms and looked inside. Only 1/8 of it was full, and all there were was gryffindor colored uniforms, T-shirts, what must be considered a nice dress in the Weasley family, and 3 pairs of jeans. Her shoes consisted of worn down sneakers, converse to be exact, and a black pair of dress shoes. "What the hell are you doing?" A small voice sounded from behind him.
"Your wardrobe is pitiful." Malfoy smirked. "Well.. I like it just fine." She said, embarrassed.
With that said Malfoy took out his wand and said a spell. The wardrobe lit up, and then turned back to its normal brightness. Ginny walked over to it and opened the heavy oak doors letting out a gasp. It was full of gowns, skirts, blouses, shoes, probably everytype of clothing she could imagine, and a majority of it most likely was more expensive then the Burrow. But something odd caught her eye. A small portion of the wardrobe contained what seemed to be Slytherin gowns. "Malfoy, you are aware that I am not in Slytherin, right?" Ginny said Shyly. "We will see about that." Draco said in an alluring voice. "Whats that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked confused.
"Weaslette, haven't you ever gotten tired of always trying to be perfect? Good? Your life is beyong boring, and I doubt you have ever even been to a party." Draco sincerely asked.
"I'm fine with my life." Ginny said softly. "You live in the Manor now. You will be surrounded by everything your not for the rest of your nonadult life, and as early as sometime this summer I predict that you will be itching for this fun we have so bad, that you will come running to me, begging to take you on this unknown journey." He said softly and quickly, very close to her delicate face.
"I doubt that." Ginny said, with a small hint of uncertainty in her voice that Draco managed to catch.
He chuckled, and said those three words,
"We will see."