Title of Business and Pleasure
Author theundignified
Summary "why are you blushing?" "For one thing, you're breathing on my neck." "So?" "It seems like you're trying to seduce me." "What makes you so sure, Red?" "Well you were the Slytherin Sex God, back in the day." "And where did you hear that?" "Fanfictions written by bored, infatuated students at Hogwarts." "…well, if you insist. But may I add, Ms Weasley, I am still very active in my sex life." "…Can we please continue on with my interview, Mr Malfoy?"
Ginny Weasley gritted her teeth as she brushed her knotted wet hair angrily.
Stupid business meetings. Stupid bimbos. Stupid snobbish bastards who has their heads shoved up their own asses. Oh how they all laugh in a gaily way, so oblivious to consequences!
She huffed and gave up on her hair. She slammed the bathroom door to her penthouse and plopped down on her sofa in the living room, while picking up the remote control and flipping channels on her Muggle television.
"We come live with exclusive news on Giselle Waldings and her recent scandalous affair with the fiance of British model Daphne Greengrass! News has reported that the wellknown and successful 24 year old British lawyer has been on a rather hot and 'sizzling' date at Club-" immediately, the television screen turned off, cutting the words of the over excited gossip broadcaster.
"Sizzling? Sizzling!?" Ginny repeated the words of the gaudy dressed American woman hosting the news, "It was a business meeting for heavens sakes!"
The door slammed opened and Ginny quickly turned towards the main door of her penthouse. "Luna Lovegood!"
The airheaded blonde pointed at the windows, "Did you see the streets? The press is having a field day over your scandal!"
"Scandal?" Ginny shouted, "What scandal? I was having a fucking business meeting with that jackass Theodore Nott, got hit on, while Daphne Greengrass decided to waltz in, and became the victim of her vodka! This is all bullshit!"
"So how are you going to clean this up, Ginny?"
"I'll sue them."
"Just because you're a lawyer, doesn't mean suing everybody will solve the problem." Luna said airily, brushing Ginny's temporary solution off. "You should be glad Theodore Nott nor Daphne Greengrass recognize you as Ginny Weasley, or else your goal of settlement in the United States would become completely wasted."
"Whatever." Ginny mumbled, walking over to her kitchen and pulling out a bottle of vodka. "Would you like some?"
"Oh no, I don't drink on weekends." Luna said sprightly, sitting down on her sofa.
Ginny stifled a snort at the irony, and brought over a glass and the vodka bottle to the coffee table.
"No privacy comes along with the 'popular' package, Ginny." Luna wisely commented, watching her pour a shot of vodka and drowning it in one shot. "And getting drunk doesn't solve the problem at all."
"I have a high tolerance to alcohol." The redhead insisted. "Since you don't have a solution for me to cool off the rumours before I start my job again, I suggest you leave. I'm not in a good mood tonight."
"Good bye, Ginny." Luna said, before disappearing from the door of her penthouse.
Ginny sighed, massaging her temple. Four years ago, she graduated Hogwarts, and decided to move to the United States of America in order to become a successful lawyer. After years of studying at Harvard, in which (she might add with a hint of pride) she enrolled and graduated into and from without the help of a Confunding Charm. And within that six to seven-ish year time frame, she had successfully won cases as a 'Muggle' lawyer, and shot herself to fame- due to her good looks, place in the social status of New York City, and her eye candy lovers that come and goes as quickly as she changes cocktail dresses.
The American media made sure they got every bit of juicy details in her life despite her dislike to invasion of privacy. There were rumours of a marriage knot between her and some Denmark prince, a past as a prostitute in the streets of Las Vegas, and some more stupid, interesting, or ghastly gossips that travelled as quickly as Apparating from one place to another.
She lived Muggle life good, though tiring. Transporting through taxi, typing with a lap top, newspaper articles with pictures of her closed eyes (she presumed that the picture was taken when she was blinking, and that the company decided to be an asshole and choose such a stupid picture) that kept close (which was troublesome, she really did look bad with her eyes closed, whereas she was almost completely sure that if the same picture was taken in the Wizarding world, she would look three hundred percent more better looking than the current picture of her closed eyes), and did a whole lot of fascinating things which Muggles in America apparently did. Her father would be pleased. No, fanatic.
Now, back to the story before her conversation with Luna Lovegood (her best friend, manager, and publicist, which she really didn't need), was the story between her and Theodore Nott.
Theodore Nott was recently caught in a tobacco-related law suit where he was convicted of… well, God knows what, she really wasn't paying attention- she did have a headache then, anyway. So, Nott heard of the wellknown Giselle Waldings, that British lawyer who works in America, and decided to hire her as his lawyer. Evidently, he didn't recognize her as Ginny Weasley, the ex-squeeze of the almighty Harry Potter and daughter of the current British Minister for Magic (yes, her dad became that thriving afterwards) and decided that she was quite the looker. So he decided to hit on her.
That and he had forgotten of his famous fiance Daphne Greengrass, who was a model working in the Muggle entertainment business.
Just as he was trying to sweet talk her and was rubbing his hands on Ginny's legs (which Ginny tried to prevent by swatting them away… she decided that she was a real saint for not hexing him into oblivion), Daphne Greengrass walked in with a glass of vodka. Within seconds, she had shrieked, causing quite the commotion since it provoked the immediate arrival of a mob of paparazzi that was waiting outside (they were following the visit of British model Daphne Greengrass), and the paparazzi had stumbled into a very juicy story with photos of Daphne throwing a drink in Ginny's face.
… Ginny was not happy.
The moment she was able to escape from the mob of people, she had ran over to the nearest alley and Apparated herself back into her comfortable penthouse where she took a long shower.
And from then on, the story continued to you know what happened next.
Ginny sighed, and cooed at her black one shoulder dress. It had the stain of Daphne's spilt vodka on it. "Oh, what a beautiful dress ruined because of the infamous snob couple of Britain."
She changed into a cream romper for sleep, and almost dropped her glass of vodka in horror when she heard and saw a face appear in the ashes and logs of her fireplace. "Luna Lovegood! I swear I'll-"
"I found a solution to your problem, Ginny." Luna said, clearly not aware of Ginny's anger.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, you might not like it, but it'll work for sure."
"What is it?" Ginny asked impatiently, placing her empty vodka in her sink.
"Would Giselle Waldings like to return to being Ginny Weasley again, and have a home stay at her original home land until the rumours and gossip dies down and until Giselle would have a peaceful and quiet business life once more?" Luna asked, sparks flying away from her mouth.
"What?"
"I found you a job as an assistant to this hotshot lawyer back here in England, and all you need to do is getting interviewed."
"What if they recognize me as Giselle Waldings?"
"Oh please, I think I've hidden your American life and British life apart from one another quite well." Luna clearly said, sounding a bit peeved despite her usual airiness.
"So lets just say that fine, this so called 'hotshot lawyer' of yours does not recognize me as the British-American lawyer Giselle Waldings and I do get hired, what exactly will be the name of my boss?"
Luna Lovegood blinked, before saying as if it was ever so obvious, "Draco Malfoy."
"Bulstrode, I absolutely do not remember me telling you that you're refined enough to breathe my oxygen."
"But, but- Mr Malfoy-"
"Why are you saying my name as if you're having sex? Can't you hear me? Get out of my personal bubble. In fact, get out of my office. You're fired."
"I've only been here for an hour-"
"Well, that just proves how bad you are as my assistant, doesn't it? Now leave." Draco Malfoy pointed at the door of his well polished office.
Millicent Bulstrode, dressed so horrifyingly in a tiered shirt dress which unfortunately showed unnecessary skin, stomped out of 'Mr Malfoy''s office with a scowl on her face.
Draco couldn't help but sneer after her.
Gee, what a waste. Who the hell hired her anyway?
Oh right. Pansy Parkinson handled all his social and business problems, and she and Millicent Bulstrode had been friends in Hogwarts- oh Merlin, of all the friends-helping-friends situations in the world, why couldn't Pansy Parkinson, his bloody secretary for Merlin's sakes, hire a friend who's hot- like, like Daphne Greengrass?
"She's engaged to Theodore Nott. That's why, Draco. And she's a model, not a professional worker." Pansy said as she stood at his doorway.
Apparently Draco had a tendency in speaking his thoughts.
"Dear Merlin! Pansy Parkinson! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you since you hired such a shitty and may I add ugly assistant!"
"Because I'm your only secretary who helps you hire your assistants. Without me, where would you hire another secretary and an assistant?" Pansy drawled, reaching over to her thighs (which her short empire dress had revealed) and lazily drawing circles.
"You're a bitch."
"Thank you."
"Anyway, hire me another assistant. Straight away. And I'll be making a personal interview for this one. …Wouldn't want any more shitty assistants anymore, do we?"
"No sweet heart, I don't give a shit about who your assistants are. You're the one having a problem with them." Pansy said, before turning around and returning to her desk outside of the office.
Draco sighed in frustration, and dropped into his expensive Corinthian leather armchair. You might have thought that he was a real jackass for firing Millicent Bulstrode because of her face, but hey- he still hasn't lost his dignity and self respect when choosing women even after his graduation from Hogwarts, which was where he led a free sex life. Five years had done him good after Hogwarts, and he was successful, rich, and still amazingly drop dead gorgeous- if he must say so himself.
He decided to become a lawyer after he left Hogwarts, and he dealt with a lot of goblin and wizards and Muggle accounts, and he was quite successful in all of his cases as well. He really did rake in a lot of money as a successful and good looking lawyer, and he left a good name in the gossip industry of the Muggle and wizarding world of Britain.
Witch Weekly had ranked him the 'Hottest Bachelor under 30', just before Harry Potter. Ha, what a success.
"Malfoy, the assistant nominee has arrived." Parkinson said, a sneer appearing on her lips.
"Get the hell out of my office, Parkinson." Draco shot back, "And send her in… that pompous bint." He glared at Pansy. She had too much of a backbone now- she used to putty in his hands back at Hogwarts, but has become ridiculously strong willed towards his charisma. He should reassure himself that his charm still works afterwards, he thought, as he waited for the assistant to come.
Hopefully Pansy didn't play a sick joke and invite a man to become his assistant.
A woman wearing a cream ivory short sleeved dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top two buttons, and a pair of high waist business shorts walked into the room, carrying an air of glamour and sophistication.
Draco leant in, licking his lips. Now this was what he was talking about.
"Draco Malfoy." She said, her voice striking a familiar note in his past, "Good to see you again."
"She's Ginny Weasley, Draco." Pansy said, suddenly appearing once more and passing her resume to Draco. "From Hogwarts- that little redheaded prick that Blaise was eyeing a few years back."
"And I could see why." Draco said, waving Pansy off.
As soon as Pansy left the room, Draco smirked at Ginny. "Ah, Ms Weasley. Its nice to see you after… what, six years?"
"I left United Kingdom for a short business trip." Ginny explained, still acting very cool headed despite the obvious tension in the room.
Draco stood up, circling her as if though she was merely a prey. "It says you've studied at a law school." He said, looking at the resume.
"Well, yes, I-" she paused, suddenly getting really flushed in her face.
"Why are you blushing?" Draco said, his lips suddenly very close to her ear.
Ginny hitched a breath, "For one thing, you're breathing on my neck."
"So?"
"It seems like you're trying to seduce me." Ginny muttered, turning around- causing her to look eye to eye at Draco Malfoy.
"What makes you so sure, Red?"
"Well you were the Slytherin Sex God, back in the day." Ginny pointed out, crossing her arms. Draco noted that this did very interesting things with her chest.
He looked up at her, Funny. Slytherin Sex God? "And where did you hear that?"
"Fanfictions written by bored, infatuated students at Hogwarts."
Draco chuckled at the reason. So there were apparently fanfictions on him. Oh, he knew he was quite the Casanova back in Hogwarts, but was he really that good looking? "…Well, if you insist. But may I add, Ms Weasley, I am still very active in my sex life." He pointed out.
"…Can we please continue on with my interview, Mr Malfoy?"
"No need Ms Weasley. Start tomorrow." He said, suddenly leaving her bubble and seating himself at his desk again.
"Oh?"
"What, don't want the job?" Draco said, pressuring her.
"No, never mind. I'll be there. Good bye."
"We'll be having fun, Weasley." Draco said, watching the attractive figure leaving his office. She had quite the personality- just like what the rumours said back at Hogwarts.
Oh yes. He'll be having fun alright.
END OF of Business and Pleasure CHAPTER ONE