Okay, I wanted to try a different thing and this baby came up. I'm not a fan of anything fluffy (except stuffed panda bears; they're the greatest!), but I wanted to try my hand at writing one, just for kicks. I hope I did good in it. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Constructive criticisms would be highly appreciated. REVIEW, please.
-Affy
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Title: Distractions
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Category: Harry Potter
Summary: Draco Malfoy is bored. He needs a distraction. Hermione Granger is given to him as an answer to his prayers. He just doesn't realize for ALL his prayers.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related indicia does not belong to me, capische?
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1/?
For Draco Malfoy, life was good. He was born into a prestigious family with more wealth than he could spend in ten lifetimes, even with the way he keeps crapping money around. His company, Malfoy International, was one of the most successful Wizarding companies ever since he had it established after the Great War. He had beautiful women swooning at his feet, each one begging him to even spare him a glance with their skimpy skirts and impossibly high-heeled shoes. He was named Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor after The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die took the ultimate leap of faith and married the youngest of the redheaded Weasley progenies.
But he was, dare he say it, bored with all that. He needed something new to do. Even without his supervision, his multibillion-galleon company could still function without him. Blaise Zabini, his Operations Executive Officer, could handle everything thrown his way and if Draco Malfoy wanted to take a few days off and do something completely different from what he's been doing for the past ten years (and that includes shagging every delectable woman who flashes her arse at him), Blaise would be more than happy to take the reins of the company from him, even for a little while.
Yes, he could trust Zabini with his company.
Draco glanced around the expansive (not to mention expensive) office of his in the tenth floor of Malfoy International Headquarters. The main building of his company was relatively small, as he owned a huge complex of buildings anyway to keep everything running. For him, a large building was only a phallic symbol, signifying the insecurity of the people who got those giant buildings in the first place.
He sighed and resisted the urge to run a hand through his perfectly groomed hair.
He tapped the small, gold-framed mirror lying on his desk with his wand. Instantly, the handsome face of Blaise Zabini came into view.
"Blaise," Draco said crisply as a way of greeting.
"Draco," Blaise returned but with more smoothness than his boss.
"I need something to do," Draco snapped, his boredom getting the best of him.
"I just sent you the report of the German branch of the company. You finished it already?"
"Yes, I just did, more than half an hour ago." There was a hint of smugness in his voice. "Tell the idiots in Berlin that I will not consider them using animals for the potions research. The Ministry here in Britain is already after my ass after that asshole Jenkins used that unicorn for his De-aging potion. They're dying for me to do something nefarious so they can get their hands on a huge check after they sue my ass to the ground."
Blaise nodded. "Will do, boss man. How about you go and do some yoga or join a gym or something?" Yoga, which was primarily what Indian wizards use to 'increase their power', had been widely accepted in Wizarding Britain as a relaxation technique rather than increasing one's spell's result.
"Tried that last time. Nearly broke my back after that. And I already have a gym schedule; no need to mess that up."
"Your back's not the only thing that you nearly broke," Blaise sniggered.
Draco smirked. One yoga instructor, obviously gay, kept coming on to Draco and when the business tycoon had enough, he just 'accidentally' sent the man flying towards a wall. Nobody saw what happened, though and Draco wasn't pressed any charges.
"He deserved it. I don't swing that way, man."
"Far be it for me to question your sexuality…. I got an idea. Try visiting your mother. You'll get a surprise there, I'm sure."
Draco raised an eyebrow at his long-time friend but he was piqued.
"Oh?"
"Yup, and if you'll now excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
"What sort of business?" In the background, Draco could hear a woman giggling softly and he stared at Blaise in mock horror. "Don't say it. Don't you fucking tell me that you were talking to me while screwing your Girl Friday."
Blaise chuckled, "Well, technically, I wasn't screwing her but I was about to, until you graced me with your presence through Communication Mirrors. And she is not my Girl Friday. She is my fiancée, Draco Malfoy."
Draco made a face, "Of course, how could I forget you deciding to tie yourself down to only one girl?"
"I tell you, once you found the proverbial One in your life, you wouldn't think twice of marrying her in a snap."
"I don't want to live a life of monogamy, thank you very much. I'm only twenty-nine. I'm not quite comfortable with the idea of having three rings in my life."
"Three rings?"
"In marriage there are three rings: the horrifyingly expensive engagement ring, the oh-so plain wedding ring, and the ever-present suffer-ring."
"I'm not going to argue with you about this. But one last word: When you see the woman you love dearly wearing your ring, you feel that everything else can go to hell."
Draco huffed, "Whatever. Be seeing you. Say hi to Patil for me."
Blaise scowled, "Her name is Parvati."
Draco rolled his eyes heavenward. Blaise had been nagging him to grow up and accept the fact that his best mate was getting married to an ex-Gryffindor. But Draco still held some of his school prejudice. He might tolerate the lot of them, but it doesn't mean that he had to go along with them.
"Bye, Blaise." And without further ado, he tapped the mirror again, cutting off the transmission link.
Draco sighed again. Visiting his mother…. Actually, he made frequent weekly visits to Narcissa Malfoy in her private suite at St. Mungo's ever since she was admitted there ten years ago.
His eyes hardened. It was all the fault of that hypocritical half-blood bastard. The Dark Lord had tortured Narcissa endlessly until she was insane. During the war, Draco had managed to save her with the help of the Order but it was too late. Andromeda Tonks, his mother's disowned sister, had enough sisterly love in her left to take care of Narcissa in the Muggle world, away from the danger while Draco fought against the bastard who dared hurt his mother.
As a token of appreciation, he had given the Tonks a nice summer home in the South of France where Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin lived with her husband the werewolf Remus Lupin.
Draco frowned. He read somewhere that there was a cure for Lycantrophy already available. Some witch had researched on it extensively and Lupin was one of the firsts to receive treatment.
Draco stood up from his Italian leather swivel seat and muttered a spell that changed his starched business robes into a casual green robe. After checking himself in the mirror and declaring himself irresistible (ever the egotist), he Flooed to St. Mungo's.
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