When we apparated to Malfoy Manor, I was pleasantly surprised that it didn't look the same way Hermione described it from when she, Harry, and Ron were taken here by the snatchers during their Horcrux Hunt.
The Manor was huge, and I assumed it was the size of Buckyham palace, or whatever that place was called(no offence, but Hermione's talks could be bloody boring). On the outside, the walls were clean and white, and the plants that grew right by them were white roses, but one plant had blood-red stains on the petals, as if someone was murdered with a muggle weapon. Once we went inside, I realized that the whole entire house was white, but was proved wrong. The kitchen wasn't white. It was, quoting Draco, "a very pale gray," and I added "to match your hair." His face was so red that it nearly outshone my previous Weasley hair.
My bedroom was bright red, with golden furniture, but some things on the furniture were red, like my bedsheets. Draco's, to contrast mine, was Slytherin green with silver furniture.
Hermione went to her house to take a tour and change, so I was left alone with my brother who I just met.
"Um..." he scratched the back of his head.
"Awkward..."
"You didn't have to say that," I laughed, slightly easing the tension.
When Mum came back(she was visiting Father in Azkaban), we had a nice dinner with the Zabinis, which included Hermione. Well, it also included (the very hot, if I may say) Blaise Zabini... That was bad.
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I'm sorry that this is so short, but I seriously don't know what to write! I promise to try to write more next time!
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