"If your father is financing it, then I wouldn't worry too much," he said, chuckling. "Well, the Ministry isn't in the best of Muggle areas. Maybe here, on the other end of Diagon Alley and away from Knockturn Alley. And yes, foreign wizards do visit, but to get a better idea you should check with the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I'm sure you can charm someone there to give you the information."
He watched as she went on and on and about shoes. "You look like you're about to orgasm over shoes, dear, and while it's a look I like, I prefer it when we are naked and alone, and you know, when you're thinking about me," he said with smirk.
"They don't have tailored clothes, but you don't like that idea," he reminded her, still miffed about the treatment he had received at Madam Malkin's in sixth year.
Draco laughed at the question. "I'm not sure, darling. She says she's not 'completely innocent', whatever that means, although the word alone makes me think of little children. It probably means she teases them while she's having fun and pushes them back when it gets too far.
He took her hand in his, so he could wrap his arm around her. "I know it is, but you still have five bedrooms to decorate, and then you can find a way to get a horse. Flat in London are so overrated when you can Apparate. You can stay away from all those Muggles and still come here and see the gorgeous men... which it'd be much easier if I threw a party at the manor, only Slytherins invited. That brings all the most gorgeous men in one room. I can find a few straight ones for you."