The Lives Of The Broken

Chapter 5: Malfoy Manor

"You're a Malfoy now. So everything that is ours is now yours." said Narcissa sweetly. "You are allowed free reign of the manor, with the exception of mine and Mr. Malfoy's private quarters and the dungeons. You will have your own room, however, as Draco and you are married, it's customary that you two share a room, be it Draco's or yours."

"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy." the quill wrote slowly.

Narcissa smiled. "No need for the formalities. After all, I am your mother-in-law. You may call me Narcissa or Cissy, if you prefer."

Ginny forced a small smile. She could tell that Narcissa was trying despite her husband sitting beside her looking less than thrilled over the situation and her.

"Ginny." wrote the quill. "You can call me Ginny."

Narcissa smiled, nodding at the young girl. She could tell that she was going to be rather fond of Ginny. She had always wanted a daughter, and though circumstances actually forced one up in her, she was going to make the best of it and hoped that Ginny would allow her to.

Lucius scoffed at the conversation. He wanted nothing to do with the redheaded urchin of his nemesis. Her attire alone was enough to make him want to vomit. Her parents knew she was stepping into the higher end of pureblood society, and they weren't even decent enough to give her a proper dress? He had to admit however, that at least the Weasley girl was attractive enough. The children she were to spawn would at least not look like grindylows.

The car finally arrived at Malfoy Manor. Ginny was the last to get out of the car and she couldn't help but be positively awestruck.

The manor was massive to say the least. Though the outside was all black, it didn't seem ominous or uninviting. The pebbled walkway was lined with walls made of weaved vines. There were fountains on either side of the walkway that seemed to resemble the ones that Ginny had seen in her Muggle Studies book on the chapter about Greek Mythology.

She walked slowly behind the rest, looking around, taking in her surroundings. Narcissa looked back at the girl and couldn't help but smile. That's how she looked when she saw the manor for the first time herself.

When they got into the manor, Ginny found herself once again blown away.

The entranceway itself was could more than likely fit her house into it. The floor was made of pure snow white marble that Ginny knew the sounds of footsteps against it would drive her mother insane. The walls were a deep mahogany color, draped with paintings of what looked like old relatives. Most of the paintings sneered generously at Ginny, while a couple of them actually smiled and greeted her warmly, much to Lucius's annoyance. He summoned a house elf to take his cloak and cane and screamed how he wanted a hard brandy, and walked off, intending on not seeing anyone else for the rest of the night.

Ginny stood awkwardly in the middle of the entrance way beside her trunk that had been magically grown back to its normal size after she took it out of her pocket. Draco looked at the tattered and beat up hand me down that had the initials 'P.W.' on it. He almost commented on its appearance until he realized that the initials stood for the brother that she had lost. It must have belonged to him once before.

"I'll have an elf vanish that to your extra room if that's okay with you dear." said Narcissa. Immediately, a house elf popped out of nowhere, touched the trunk, and disappeared with it.

"Draco will show you around before taking you to his room. There are night clothes in there for you already, as well as something for tomorrow. I had planned on us going out tomorrow to get you a new wardrobe."

Ginny shook her head. "No, that's not necessary." the quill wrote. "I wouldn't be able to pay you back for any of it."

Narcissa smiled kindly and put her hand on Ginny's shoulder. "You are a Malfoy now. Our money is just as much yours as it is Draco's and you are free to spend it on whatever you choose. Clothing included." she said with a wink.