Hey friends! This is my first Harry Potter story, or just fanfic in general so please be gentle! I don't own anything, except probably for Doctor Dickhead. Unless I don't. I probably don't. This story is rated T for language and sexual implications, but nothing too sexalicious. This got a bit awkward. WELL! Enjoy! (I hope) - xoxo Sighmalfoys

"For the last time. I am not working with her." Draco Malfoy spat.

"Fine, fine. You don't have to work with her. You only have to work for her." his best friend and manager, Blaise Zabini said.

Draco laughed, and then choked on his own spit when he saw that Blaise wasn't joking. "Zabini. Laugh with me. See, it's like this, ha-ha-ha. LAUGH. Tell me you're not being serious."

"Of course I am. Come on. She's one of the most beautiful, most successful witches in England. Why would you not want to work for her?"

"I don't know, uh, maybe it's because we both hate each other's guts?"

"Oh, grow up. Your stupid little feud has been going on for 7 whole years. And come on, she's pretty damn rich, so she pays well too. And who would've though that the mudblood princess could've grown up to be so damn hot?" Blaise waggled his eyebrows at the last part.

"You're gonna have to do better than money and women, with me Zabini. When you're a Malfoy, money isn't a problem. In fact, I was perfectly fine spending a little alone time in the manor, before you, very rudely, if i may add, barged in and told me to get a job. Besides, I can get any girl I want. You can go experience some Granger danger."

A year after the war, and 2 weeks after the ending of his relationship with Astoria, Draco had stopped coming out of the house. His house elves tending to his every need and he didn't do much, except sleep and eat and read. And sulk. Yes, he sulked a lot. So when Blaise had come breaking down his door, forcing him to go get a job somewhere, he had started a bodyguard business. No one had expected it, everyone thought that he'd be an ice-cream tester or at most a coffee barista, but he just went and made a huge bodyguard company, hiding behind the excuse of, letting his anger out, or some sort of bullshit like that. Thinking back on it, Draco sometimes wondered why his friends had been so surprised. Malfoys didn't do things small and he had always been good at hexing and jinxing people. But now, he was starting to wish that he had chosen to test ice-cream all day at Jen & Barry's, as Blaise had just announced that, he Draco Abraxas Malfoy, was to work for Hermione Jean Granger.

"Fine, but will you at least meet with her? See if she's changed. Come on." Blaise huffed when he saw that Draco was no nearer to cracking than he was 5 hours ago, when the conversation had first started. His face contorted pain when he squeaked out a feeble "please."

Draco had been reclining in his chair. His foot slipped as he recoiled in surprise and his chin nearly smacked the fine oak table. Blaise choked back a laugh. In all his years of knowing Zabini, he had never, ever, EVER, said please to Draco. "Fine. But you have gotta get me one of those muggle voice recording things so I can hear you say it, again and again."

"Shut up, Doctor Dickhead."

Hey! Guess who the characters and the wizarding world belong to? J.K Rowling. Please review! I'm not very good at writing very long chapters, but I'm working on that!