Ginny’s eyes scanned the letter, and wrinkled her nose. She nibbled on her toast, and looked over at Draco as he read the Daily Prophet’s business section.
“Darling, Christmas has come early,” she said dryly.
“Hmm?” It was hard to drag him from money sometimes. He was such a Malfoy.
“My parents have gone and flown to Jamaica. Christmas at The Burrow has been canceled.”
Draco’s eyes lit up. “Really? I don’t have to put up with the gits you call brothers?”
“Shall I remind you that if I want, you will be sleeping on the couch for a week?”
“Darling, Christmas has come early,” she said dryly.
“Hmm?” It was hard to drag him from money sometimes. He was such a Malfoy.
“My parents have gone and flown to Jamaica. Christmas at The Burrow has been canceled.”
Draco’s eyes lit up. “Really? I don’t have to put up with the gits you call brothers?”
“Shall I remind you that if I want, you will be sleeping on the couch for a week?”
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