Disclaimer, which I just realised I've forgotten on most (if not all) of my fics: I don't own Harry Potter. Yet.
Prologue
Four years had passed since Potter had faced off against the Dark Lord for the final time, and four years had passed since his followers were rounded up and sent off to Azkaban. Four years since the Malfoys had been ruined.
Lucius had been killed, Narcissa had gone mad, and the "family fortune" was nonexistent. Draco, who had been a seventh year at the time, went from being the wealthiest student at Hogwarts to the poorest; and yes, that included the Weasleys. You see, he hadn't only lost the fortune, but there were enormous debts. And more than anything, anything, Draco Malfoy hated being poor.
Which brings us to the present.
Four years later.
Four terrible, excruciating years later.
Draco Malfoy was standing outside of an enormous white marble building, hands in worn out pockets, about to ask a Weasley for money. A Weasley. In specific, Percy Constantine Weasley, man in charge of loans at Gringotts. It was his last hope, really. He needed this loan.
Four years had passed since Harry had faced off against You-Know-Who for the final time, and four years had passed in which people lost their sense of humour. Well, that was how Fred rationalised it; why else would Weasley's Wizard Wheezes go out of business?
Not only did it go out of business, but it crashed, burned, and became a large pile of debts. It had been going so well, and then…Well, they had made some mistakes. Big mistakes. Mistakes that were the equivalent of business homicide, apparently. If only someone had told them that before they had gone out and done the blasted things!
Fred and George had no money to get it going again, and they could hardly ask any of their family members for money. Well, they could, technically, and were planning on it. They just didn't think of Percy as family much any more.
Which brings us to the present.
Four years later.
Four terrible, excruciating years later.
Fred Weasley was standing outside of an enormous marble building, hands in worn out pockets, about to ask Percy for money. Percy. In specific, his estranged git of a brother, man in charge of loans at Gringotts. It was his last hope, really. He needed this loan.
As these two men waited for their appointment, Percy sat behind a large marble desk in his large marble office in the large marble building, playing with a quill and grinning madly. What a pity he was only authorised to give out one more loan this quarter. Well, they would just have to prove to him which of the two wanted it most, and Percy C. Weasley had a cunning plan.
It involved a certain Hermione Granger.
A/N: Had to re-upload the beginning because it didn't have the breaks, which was confusing. Anyhoo, big bonus points if someone knows why Percy's middle name is Constantine. And no, it has nothing to do with the movie/comic book. Ho hum.
Haven't decided whether this is mainly Fremione or Dramione yet. Probably a bit of both (but not at the same time). Tell me which you prefer, in a REVIEW? Hint. :-D