"My
Boss' Fiancé"
A/N: Hey everyone. Sooooo sorry it took forever to update this fic. I'm so caught up with my other fic that I forgot I uploaded this one online. Anyway, here's chapter 2. it's not really all that good and I might re-write it. Read and tell me what you think!
Another A/N: This fic was inspired by "The Devil Wears Prada" by Lauren Weisberger. Brilliant novel. You should read it.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and characters you don't recognize from J.K.'s works.
"MIIAAA!" screams Pansy from inside her office.
Did this woman put some tracking device on me when I wasn't watching? Merlin's sake, it's only been two seconds since I got back and here she is calling me, probably to bark more ridiculous orders. I enter her office and there she stands, hands on her hips and tapping her high-heeled Prada shoes.
"Where is Darla?" she asks.
"I dropped her off at Mr. Malfoy's house, Pansy," I reply.
"You what? Mia, have you gone daft? I specifically told you to bring Darla here because I haven't seen my fiancé in weeks and that's the only way I could get him to come to my office!"
What in the world is she talking about? She clearly said, "Drop her off and the car at my fiancé's house" NOT "Bring Darla here at the office!"
"Pansy, when you called me earlier, you said drop Darla off at Mr. Malfoy's house not bring her here."
"Are you implying that I'm too stupid to remember my own requests?" she asks.
YES.
"Of course not Pansy. I'm just saying that it was not what you-"
"I have no time for any of your excuses. Why don't you just admit that you made a mistake then apologize?"
Apologize? APOLOGIZE? She's expecting me to apologize when all I did was follow her damn orders! Alright, I know it's against my principles but do I have a choice? I didn't think so.
"I'm very sorry Pansy. I'll make sure that this doesn't happen again. From now on, I will listen to you requests more carefully so I wouldn't miss a single detail." I say, like an obedient servant.
"Very well, you may go."
Thank God! If I stay in this office for at least one more second, I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to pull all of Pansy's hair.
"What happened?" asks Jennifer, Pansy's senior executive assistant.
"Oh. . . um. . . well Pansy told me I was supposed to bring Darla here but she really failed to mention it when she called me earlier," I answer in a low whisper.
"That's not a first. She does that all the time so just remember to ask her for more specific details next time. By the way, did you meet Mr. Malfoy?" she asks.
I sigh heavily; okay it sounded more like a dreamy sigh. Uh oh, that is not a good sign.
"Um. . . yeah I did meet him," I reply, trying not to sound too pleased because I really was!
"You are so lucky! None of us has ever met him. He rarely comes to the office, which I think is really weird because he owns Posh and his fiancée is the editor. Anyway, most employees just know what he looks like from pictures. What does he REALLY look like Mia?"
Okay, I think this is the first time Jennifer was so full of enthusiasm while having a conversation with me. She usually just glares at me if I do something wrong like I'm a total idiot. And did I hear right? Malfoy owns this place? How come nobody told me anything?
"Oh, um. . . he's really. . . uh. . . attractive."
"Really? Oh my God! I bet he is. I have tons of pictures of him from magazine and newspaper clippings. But don't tell anyone, especially not Pansy because if she finds out someone fancies or lusts –God forgive me I lust for him, she will not stop until she finds out who the girl OR guy is, in our case, this is a magazine after all, and fire him or her no questions asked."
"YOU!"
Oh my God, did Pansy hear me say Draco no I mean Malfoy is attractive? Oh please, please no!
"YOU THERE SITTING BEHIND THE DESK NEXT TO JENNIFER!"
Wait, that doesn't sound like Pansy. It sounds like a man's voice, though a bit more feminine.
"HEEELLLOOO? ARE YOU DEAF?"
I finally found who was calling me. It was indeed a man, oh God he's wearing a CATSUIT? He really is! A skintight leather catsuit with a matching cape! And I thought the catsuit fashion died years ago.
"Are you talking to me?" I ask softly.
"YES DARLING. STAND UP, STAND UP and let BENJIE have a good look at you"
Benjie? As in Benjie the infamous wardrobe consultant of oh, like almost all the high-paid movie stars on the face of the planet? This is sooooo unreal.
"Hey Ben, this is Mia, the new Junior Executive Assistant."
"First of all JENNIFER, it's BenJIE, not Ben. Are we clear?"
Wow! I guess Pansy's not the only one who has a bossy attitude around here. I like this guy! Well, if you can call him that because he's a bit feminine. Oh who am I kidding HE IS feminine!
"Yes Benjie," answers Jennifer weakly.
"Now honey, Mia is it? Turn around my dear."
I did as I was told and I felt his eyes examining every inch of my body. I feel like I know what's coming next; that I'm fat and I don't deserve to work in this magazine because I need to be anorexic looking like those models they show on the covers.
"Very nice, very nice!" he exclaims.
What? Did I hear that right? Did Benjie just compliment me?
"Honey, I would die to have your body. You've got the cutest tushy that I've ever laid eyes on. And oh! Your waistline is fabulous, just fabulous. Your chest is perfectly proportioned with the rest of your body. I CAN work with you, oh yes I can."
Work with me? What is he talking about? Uh oh, he just took my glasses off, and pulled my hair out of the messy bun.
"Fabulous, absolutely fabulous hair. Did you ever consider wearing contact lenses?"
"Um. . . er yeah. I have them I just feel more comfortable wearing my glasses is all."
"I see. Well your glasses look really good on you. It's very sophisticated, IF YOU'RE WORKING ON A NEWSPAPER COMPANY OR SOME CRUMMY OFFICE DOWN THE STREET! In case you missed the sign outside, this is POSH my dear, POSH! The hippest most stylish place of all Diagon Alley and the entire wizarding world! Anyway, from now on, I want you to wear your contact lenses," he exclaims before breaking my glasses.
He flipping broke my glasses! But no matter how much I hated him for doing so, I realized I was nodding my head and fumbling for my contact lenses case in my purse. I put them on and regained my vision.
"Better. Much Better! Now about what you're wearing honey. I like the pinstripe business suit because it fits perfectly on you and those trousers just hug every single one of your curves not to mention it really accentuates your tush but IT has got to go! Don't worry, Benjie will take care of you. Just you wait and in no time, you'll look like a zillion bucks, not that you don't already do, mind you, you are naturally beautiful my dear. We just need to tweak you a little bit to bring out your beauty even more."
TWEAK me? Oh well, it's not like I have a choice. I bet you Pansy planned all this to happen. Maybe she was getting irritated of my sophisticated business look because I should be more glamorous in order to represent POSH when I go out in public. Like I said, I don't have a choice on this one.
"Here's my card honey. Just wait till I get my hands on you!" says Benjie excitedly.
"I'll be asking Nigel, my assistant to send you some things from our previous photo shoot. They would absolutely look gorgeous on you! And oh, Nigel, can you inform Tara from cosmetics that I need to talk to her. Also, inform Valerie from accessories that I'll be needing her help as well."
Nigel, Benjie's scrawny looking assistant took down all Benjie's orders then set to work right away.
Benjie approached me and hugged me.
"Welcome to the Glam World baby!"
Everything just went high speed after that. Nigel comes to my desk carrying bags and bags of designer clothes.
"Go ahead. Open them. I'm sure you'll be pleased. I helped Benjie pick some of them out for you."
I drop all the contents of one bag on my desk and I nearly fell off my seat not just because all these things probably cost more than all the clothes in my wardrobe combined including my book collection which I'm proud to say occupies about 4 humongous bookcases in my flat but the clothes are all gorgeous! There are two Calvin Klein cashmere sweaters so soft I could sleep on them! I also got this cute pencil skirt, sleeveless turtlenecks, and a halter dress from Prada, a wrap dress from Dior, two pairs of Sevens jeans, two Ralph Lauren button up shirts ( I guess Benjie understood my love of wholesome clothing) 4 Tommy Hilfiger hipsters with a post it note stuck on one of them saying (Mia Honey, you must absolutely wear these trousers. If I had your butt, I wouldn't hesitate to flaunt it – Benjie) I don't think he'll stop bringing up the subject of my arse! It's really quite funny. Anyway, the list goes on as I emptied all the bags that Nigel brought for me. There are of course, some clothes that you wouldn't catch me dead wearing them because they showed too much skin but in general, I am very pleased. Benjie does really know what he's doing. Tara from Cosmetics then arrives and she's pulling a luggage behind. She places it on my desk and opens it, revealing tons of cosmetics.
"Now Mia, Benjie and I specifically pulled out all these cosmetics for you. Everything here is guaranteed to match your skin tone and accentuate your facial features," she says.
"How did you know these would match my skin tone?" I ask.
"There are tons of security cameras in this place Mia. It was easy to freeze frame your face in one of the videos."
"OH" was all I could say.
"Anyway, here is a booklet of how to do your make-up and hair. It is divided in several categories and subcategories so you wouldn't have any trouble to decide what make up you should wear. I also included some sketches of hairstyles that you might want to try and they are easy! Oh look, Valerie's here. You don't mind if I stay here while she shows you some of the fabulous accessories that Benjie picked for you do you?"
"Um. . . of course not. Feel free."
"Thank you."
Wow, this is definitely not what I expected Benjie would do for me! I still can't believe all these are mine.
"Mia? Hi I'm Valerie from Accessories, pleased to meet you," she says as she offered her hand.
"Benjie and I have very high glam accessories for you."
She places several bags on my desk and I quickly empty all of them. Oh my God! My very first pair of Knee-high Boots from. . . PRADA! There are also a few pairs of Jimmy Choo heels, Manolo stiletto sandals, Celine slip-ons and I wide range of other shoes including trainers (STELLA McCARTNEY for Addidas!), flip-flops, high heels and more. The other bag Valerie brought had purses. From totes, to hobos, clutch and shoulder bags, you name it, it's there. There are also belts and other accessories that I didn't even know existed until now. Needless to say, I am officially geared up to become a glamorous gal. I said thank you to Nigel, Tara, and Valerie and they were all very happy with what they have given me. After they have left, Benjie arrives again and I instantly jump out of my seat to give him a hug.
"Thank you so much Benjie. But um, don't you think you gave me too much stuff?"
"Don't fret my dear. Most of the clothes you got are to be given away to Posh employees anyway. I'm glad I got first dibs on them because I got you the best clothes, accessories and cosmetics! Now, the next time I see you, I expect you to look like a million bucks understood?" he says, lifting my chin up.
I smile and nod my head and he gives me a huge bear hug before leaving. I walk back to my desk and I notice that Jennifer is frowning.
"You're really lucky you know. Most employees don't even get noticed by Ben, I mean Benjie and you, you're just new here and you totally hit the jackpot with all those things he gave you."
Am I detecting a hint of jealousy? Oh no, earlier, she was so enthusiastic about our discussion regarding Malfoy and now she hates me again? I know, I'll give her something. I took out a Chanel tote bag and a pair of Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses (I have more than one anyway) and hand them to Jennifer.
"For me?" she asks.
"Uh huh."
"Um. . . I don't know what to say. Thank you Mia. Most people here just keep stuff to themselves but you. . . you -
"Don't mention it. By the way, what time is it?"
"It's 4 o'clock. Just one more hour till we're home sweet home again."
"MIIAAAA!"
Always trust Pansy to interrupt a good conversation.
"Coming," I say.
Jennifer smiles at me and says, "Good luck."
I enter Pansy's office and approach her behemoth desk.
"When I come in tomorrow morning, I expect my breakfast to be warm, ready and waiting on this desk. I want all my newspapers and magazines all laid out and ask Jennifer how I want them ordered. Also, I do not drink coffee from the machines in this office. I specifically want YOU to go to Muggle London and get me a tall vanilla latte, with nonfat milk from Starbucks. And last, I want the bulletin updated by 9 o'clock tomorrow morning here on my desk understood?"
"Yes Pansy."
"Get my coat, I'm leaving," she orders.
I retrieve her mink coat from the closet near my desk and handed it to her trying to resist the urge of calling her a murderer for wearing animal fur for warmth.
"By the way, did you meet Drakey Poo?" she asks.
"Um. . Mister Malfoy you mean?" I reply.
"Yes that's what I meant," she answers sternly.
"Yes I did Pansy."
And he was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans! If Pansy was an Occlumens, I would be fired right now.
"Well, what did you think of him?"
"Um. . . I think you two are a perfect couple Pansy."
She flashes me a smile and says,
"We are, aren't we? Mia, I want you to help me plan our engagement party. It's not until next year because we're both busy to throw a gathering right now but I really want you to be a part of it."
"I would love to be of assistance Pansy."
"Good. Taa taa then," she says before disapparating.
I return to my desk to start gathering all my things.
"She's gone Jenn."
"I know, let's get out of here."
After arranging the tons of stuff that were just given to me, I happily apparate to my humble flat.
"Hey Mione!" says Ginny who was examining herself in the full-length mirror located in my bedroom.
Ginny and I share this flat. I just got out of uni and I couldn't afford to pay rent all by myself and it was my luck that Ginny was looking for a place as well. She's still finishing University herself, getting a degree in Charms not just because she loves it and is very good at it but Professor Flitwick wanted her to take his place when he retires from teaching at Hogwarts. We've been best friends from the first day we've met and I'm really happy I share this place with her
"Having a big date tonight Gin?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah. What do you think of this outfit?"
"You look gorgeous. Your man will definitely drool all over you and worship the ground you walk on."
"You're just saying that because you're my friend."
"No! I am dead serious. You look HOT! Who's the lucky guy anyway?"
"You'll see Mione."
I drop all the bags on the floor and collapse on my bed.
"What's all this stuff?" she asks curiously.
"Oh some clothes and accessories I got from work. You wouldn't believe how much stuff they gave me."
"I guess working for Parkinslut does have perks huh Mione?"
"I suppose."
I get up and search for something from the pile that I just dropped on the floor.
"Here," I say, throwing Ginny a black Fendi handbag.
"Wow Mione. Fendi? This must've cost a fortune!"
"I got it for free and I want you to have it. And I think it goes perfectly well with that dress."
"Awww. . . thank you Mione," she says before hugging me.
The doorbell rings as Ginny and I broke away from our hug.
"I'll get it. You stay here and make yourself even more gorgeous," I say as I left the room.
"Just a minute."
When I opened the door, the person was no other than Harry Potter himself.
"Oh my God Harry!" I practically screamed before hugging one of my best mates.
"Mione! I didn't know you were living with Ginny. She told me I knew who her flat mate was but I didn't know it was you. This is such a pleasant surprise!" Harry says.
"How's pro Quidditch treating you? Oh where are my manners, come in. Ginny's just finishing up. She'll be out in a minute."
"Quidditch is awesome as usual. We have a game against Bulgaria next week. Maybe you could come. It'll be just like old times Mione. Ron will be thrilled when I tell him you're staying with his sister."
"Er. . . Bulgaria? As in Viktor's team Bulgaria?"
"Oh. . . er. . yeah. Um. . . you don't have to go if you don't want to. I totally understand."
If you didn't know, Viktor and I broke up after I graduated from Hogwarts. I surprise visited him but I found him in bed with another girl. I can still remember him yelling "Herm-own- ninny. I'm soreeh. It's not vat you think!". That's when I decided to end our relationship and as much as I don't want to see his lying and cheating face again, I wanted to support Harry, Ron and the entire England Quidditch team.
"Is it on a weekend because I'm not free on weekdays. I'm working now."
"Yes, it's on a Saturday. Where do you work?"
"At Posh, this fashion magazine."
"Really? Wow! But, you mean to say you work for Pansy Parkinson?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"Well, Ron and I were interviewed by their staff and asked us to do a spread on the magazine wearing our Quidditch uniforms. Hold on a minute, you're working for Malfoy!"
"You knew he owns Posh? Am I the only flipping person in this country who doesn't know about this?"
"Don't worry, Ron didn't either. But I did not dare tell him. No matter how much I insist on Malfoy being a changed man, I know he wouldn't listen."
"Did you say Malfoy is a changed man? Harry, are you ill?" I ask, feeling his forehead for a sign of fever.
"No Mione, I'm not. Ever since his father died when Voldemort fell, he's been quite a nice lad. We're sort of friends, I suppose."
"Hi Harry" says Ginny.
"Hi Gi-
Ginny approaches Harry and uses her hand to close Harry's mouth
"It's not polite to stare Mr. Potter."
"You look amazing Ginny."
"Thanks. Shall we?"
"Of course. I'll see you later Mione and oh, I'll give the tickets to Ginny. I'll make sure they are top box. Good night."
"Good Night you two. Have fun and Harry, take care of Gin alright?"
"I will."
I kiss them both on the cheek before kicking them out of the flat. Well, I'm all alone again. You would think that after years of not dating, I'd be used to this but I feel very lonely. I feel like I'm the only girl in this country without a boyfriend! Gin has Harry and Padma's with Ron. Ugh. I feel an urge to open a book right now. Yes that's what I need to do. Read to forget about my dilemma. I pick a very thick one from my bookcase and flip through the pages but I can't seem to focus my attention on the words. My mind seems to be occupied by something else, or rather someone. Oh my God no! I can't help but picture Malfoy in his faded jeans with his blond hair wet and sexy, and those abs! Damn it Hermione, you are going insane. I slam the book shut and return it to its place then head to my room. I put away all my new clothes inside my wardrobe and laid in bed.
"The pleasure's all mine" said Draco as he kissed my hand when we met.
Why does this keep echoing in my head! Why did I have to see Draco today? Why did he have to kiss my hand instead of just shake it? This is really getting my nerves. Am I starting to like Draco Malfoy?
END OF CHAPTER
A/N: Hate it? Like it? Feel like flaming it? Go ahead.
Um. . . next chapter would be Mione being transformed and Draco stopping by at the office which is really weird since he doesn't like setting foot on Posh. Maybe he has a reason to drop by now that Mia's working for Pansy. Teehehehehehehehehe.
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