Elle: hello everyone, I've been wanting to write a Harry Potter Fanfic for a while now and then this idea came to me after I was cleaning out my desk and stumbled across a few handwritten stories from a few years ago. I usually don't write Draco Malfoy stories but I thought I'd give it a try. Read and Review please :)
Prologue: The Back Door Deal
Genetics had worked in the favor of the Malfoy family and it was apparent as the patriarch, Lucius walked with his young son, Draco along side him. Draco resembled his father in miniature and photos from Lucius's school days placed alongside Draco's were impossible to tell apart. Only now could they be separated by hair length and height; everything else remained identical.
Lucius brought his son to a restaurant just outside of Diagon Alley near Gringott's Bank. The restaurant was lavish and seated inside were only the well named pureblood families and most all of them from Slytherin House. Lucius dragged his son over to an occupied table, not bothering to answer the maitre d' when he asked for their reservation.
The two that occupied the table could only be father and son as the younger man resembled the older man in the same way Draco resembled Lucius. The older man stood up as Lucius and Draco approached welcoming them but the younger man just sat there looking rather bored like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
"Lucius, glad you could make it," the first man said taking Lucius's hand and shaking it briefly. He nodded at Draco and ushered for them to sit down. As they did a waiter bustled over with water glasses and began to pour them out on the table. He left and the glasses were untouched by the four men at the table.
"Pleased actually," Lucius said taking a water glass delicately between his two fingers. "Jasper, have you met my son Draco?"
"No I haven't," Jasper replied also taking a water glass. Lucius and Jasper's sons remained quite still. "Marcus, you know Draco don't you?"
"Yes," Marcus replied rather stiffly. "I know Draco."
The younger Flint had become preoccupied by the corner of the white linen tablecloth to take a water glass leaving Draco the third to reach across the table to take one. Jasper and Lucius fell into silence each sipping their water like gentlemen, watching the other in a tense silence until the waiter came back over to take their drink orders.
"So," Jasper said after their drinks had arrived. "What was the proposition you wanted to make?"
"Not necessarily for you," Lucius said looking from Jasper to Marcus. "I had it more in mind for your son."
"Enlighten me," Marcus said lifting his butterbeer.
"You're quidditch team needs a seeker and that is the very position Draco plays," Lucius started. Marcus's eyebrows arched slightly.
"Are you saying that I should just let your son on the team without holding proper trials?" Marcus asked. That was exactly what Lucius was thinking and Marcus was dead set against it. If Draco wanted to play he'd have to go through trials, if he outflew the others great for him. If he didn't, then too bad.
"If you were to let my son play for your team," Lucius started. "Then you will find yourselves riding the best brooms there are. Nimbus is launching a new state of the art model next month. If Draco was to play for Slytherin then it would be yours."
"Firebolt is coming out with a line next year," Marcus said. "Nimbus pales in comparison. Like I said if Draco wants to play then he needs to try out."
"Marcus," Jasper said. "Think about it. It's a win-win situation here, Draco gets to play and you get new brooms."
"If he's not up to par within one month of the season," Marcus started. "Then I'm holding proper trials."
"Very well," Lucius said extending his hand. With a feeling of formality Marcus shook it.
"Shall we order then?" Jasper suggested as the waiter came back over.
Elle: constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated