A/N: Hello, this is a new story from me, and I hope it'll have the same response as Namaste, Draco! Please review, it means so much and I will update after receiving five reviews, as has been my policy :P I wrote the limerick myself. Thanks for reading, and shout-out to all my Florida readers out there, or even Parkland- East Parkland Represent! ~ANEwrites
Chapter 1
"'Magic things and tricks galore,
It will never be a bore,
It can sometimes feel so real,
To people of magical appeal.
Wave your wand,
Feel the bond,
Between wand and owner,
For the wand has chosen you to be its magical holder.
Board the train,
Heavy rain,
Anticipating school,
You wonder if there will be any special rule.
Try on the hat,
Transforming cat,
For one House you'll be chosen,
Gryffindor! the hat shouts out, your body is frozen.
Pounding heart,
Treacle tart,
As you let the table cheer,
Then stand up, take off the hat, and love the rest of the year.'
By April Flores.
April Flores, 24, was the winner of the city poetry contest with this limerick. Ms. Flores lives in Parkland with her boyfriend, Derek Weismann. She works as an IT intern with Tracey Systems at their headquarters in Ft. Lauderdale."
Draco Malfoy closed the newspaper without looking, his gaze fixed before him, amazed. The limerick had described Hogwarts so accurately that it was scary.
Could it be... No, it couldn't. Muggles were kept in the unknown about magic. But it wouldn't hurt to meet this girl, seeing as she worked in Tracey. The place was right next door to his company building. It would definitely be a change to see a witch again.
DM/HG
"April! Get the heck over here, girl! I need you to do a couple of things for me."
"Coming, Cheryl, don't burst your buttons!"
April rushed through the hallways of the office; her carefully curled brown hair flaring out behind her.
"Yes?" she panted, out of breath.
"Give this to the CEO of Malfoy Industries, next door." Cheryl, a lean woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, gave April a sheet of paper.
"Why the CEO?" April asked curiously.
"Because it's the program we're releasing this October, and we don't want secrets leaking out until we release them. Malfoy Industries is doing advertising and sales."
"Ah. And I have to deliver this personally?"
"Yes ma'am. We set up an appointment, don't worry. You know all the answers to the questions that he may ask."
"All right, Cher. I'll be on my way then."
"You better be!" Cheryl replied good-naturedly, and prodded her in the direction of the elevator.
April turned around and walked towards the elevator, quickly getting lost in her thoughts.
She was 24, and had a wonderful boyfriend named Derek, and a lost past. See, she was found in a back alley in London at the age of 19, and after she had recovered, the doctors told her that she had severe memory loss, and that she may be able to recover her past through people and places from it. They also found an odd stick in her back pocket made of wood. She had kept it as a keepsake. In her mind, she called it her magic wand, but magic isn't real. Right?
April ran her fingers through her hair, making herself a little presentable, presentable enough at least to meet the CEO of a multi-million dollar company.
DM/HG
Draco threw himself into the swivel chair behind his desk, and sighed. Another day, another dollar, he thought ruefully. "Rhonda!" he called.
"Yessir?" Draco's secretary said in an Alabamian accent.
"Have I got any appointments today?"
Rhonda looked down at the clipboard in her hand. "Yes, actually, we've got a rep from Tracey coming over here. She's an intern, though."
"I'll be sure to go extra hard on her then." Draco smirked.
"Oh, come on." Rhonda rolled her wide brown eyes at him.
"That attitude won't get you anywhere, Rhonda." Draco said in a mock-stern voice.
"You know you love me." She said flippantly, and walked off. Rhonda had been secretary to Draco Malfoy for 4 years now, and knew him well enough to tell whether he was in a good, bad, or depressed mood. She was African-American, and had moved to Florida from New York about 5 years before. Before Malfoy Industries, she was a 19 year old in her mother's basement, with a high school diploma and a half-completed bachelor's degree in sociology. What in the heavens was a half-done degree in sociology of all subjects good for? But this job gave her enough pay to support herself and pay the mortgage, so she was happy with it. Shopping at thrift stores wasn't new to her either; she'd been doing that since the age of 15. You wouldn't believe what people threw away these days!
She really did feel sorry for this new intern coming in today. Draco could be so mean sometimes. When she first started her job, Draco would yell at her everyday, without fail. But she didn't give any sign to him that this bothered her, and eventually, they had formed a cooperative friendship that could get things done and joke around at the same time. But she would never in a million years even consider dating the good-looking man. He just wasn't her type. Rhonda looked up from her desk at the sound of an opening door, and saw a woman about her age, with curly brown hair, chocolate-colored eyes, and a figure she wished she had walk through the door.
DM/HG
April walked through the glass doors of the huge building nervously, not knowing what to expect. She saw a pretty girl with jet-black hair, blue eyes, and a pale complexion sitting at the front desk. She walked up to her.
"Hello, I'm April, from Tracey? I'm here to see Mr. Malfoy." She said nervously, biting her bottom lip as she spoke.
"Hi, do you have an appointment? I'm Rhonda, by the way." The secretary said in a pleasant voice.
"Yes, I do, Ms. Rhonda."
"If you'd just sit in those seats over there, I'll call you over when Mr. Malfoy's ready."
"Thank you." April turned around, and walked over to the cushy seats, wobbling a little in her five-inch heels.
DM/HG
Rhonda reached over and picked up the in-building phone with her long, red nails. She dialed the number and waited until her boss picked the phone up. After a few minutes the ringing stopped, and a gruff voice said, "Hello?"
"Hey Draco, the intern from Tracey is over. Want me to send her up?"
"Sure. What's she like?"
"Pretty cute. You might like her."
Draco could almost hear the wink through the line. "Quit the gossip and send my victim- I mean colleague- up."
"Please don't be too hard on her. She's new!"
"Whatever. Get to work."
"Bye." Rhonda hung up the phone. "Ms. April?" she called.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Mr. Malfoy will see you now; 7th floor, room 708."
"Thanks very much." April stepped towards the elevator and pressed the button. The doors of the elevator closest to her slid open with a ding, and she pressed the 7 on the keypad. She hung onto the bar of the elevator, fixing her hair in the wall-to-wall mirror. The elevator came to an abrupt halt on the 7th floor, and she staggered a little as she stepped out.
206, 207, 208. Okay. Here we go. She thought, and knocked three times on the polished wooden door.
"Come in," drawled a slightly familiar voice, but April couldn't quite place it in her memory.
She opened the door timidly and stepped inside. The man at the desk had platinum-blonde hair and gray eyes, which were currently widening in shock.
Draco's mouth dropped open. "Granger?"
