Draco turned to face her, the figures in the frame forgotten, or at least pushed far enough into the background to focus fully on the witch in front of him.
"Yes, you. Get changed."
The order came out far more calmly than he thought he'd be able to manage, though he had no reservations about his course of action. He wanted to believe that, and he was convinced if he told himself that enough, it would become true. The idea of bringing Ginny Weasley to Malfoy Manor for a private meeting was practically treason, though he'd been skirting that line for months now.
He clasped his hands gently behind his back, stepping away from the wall and past her. "I do apologize for the lateness of the hour, however."
It was a step for him, to offer her this proper courtesy. He would have given her a proper written invitation or at the very least an announcement of his impending arrival at her flat had he not been firmly convinced she would have run off or hexed him on the spot after their last conversation.