Okay, so this is my first fan-fic. Extremely nervous, yada, yada, yada.

None of these characters belong to me, except Feliks Ashbone.

All characters that don't belong to me, belong to J.K. Rowling and what a lucky woman she is.

Chapter 2.

"Yes, thanks uncle… I know, get there ten minutes early and tell the front desk I've arrived. Thank you… bye, take care", as soon as Feliks placed the phone down he slumped forward in his chair at the coffee house. His friend, Harry, raised an eyebrow at his friend's strange reaction to his Uncle's call. Harry knew that Feliks and his Uncle had a strained but caring friendship but even this reaction made Harry quizzical. If Feliks' Uncle said anything bad Feliks would be the first to retaliate but this time he kept it polite even though he had this look of clear distaste and a hint of panic.

"What was that all about?" Harry finally asked as he watched Feliks' slowly drop his head to hit the coffee table repeatedly. Harry chuckled at his friend's usual odd behaviour and reactions before pressing the matter at hand "Was it that bad?"

"Terrible… I can't start work for Weasley and Sons…" Feliks had begun but didn't have the heart to finish. Weasley and Sons was the company Harry's friends' Father owned and he'd been very excited about starting work there but now… now he was going to be working somewhere entirely different. He groaned aloud.

Harry was rather taken aback, Bill Weasley was very happy to hire Feliks. Surely Weasley and Sons was already a good enough company to send his nephew to? So why was Feliks' Uncle trying to send him elsewhere? "Where does he want you to work then? This is all pretty strange Feliks"

Feliks groaned again, he looked up from where his head was pressed against the table at his friend's quizzical expression. "He's gotten me a temporary job at Malfoy Enterprises", he grumbled, hardly able to say it aloud. He couldn't believe it. Although he admired his Uncle's business acumen, the idea of working with the infamous Lucius Malfoy was a frightening prospect indeed.

"Malfoy Enterprises… I don't know why I didn't see that one coming. I didn't realise they needed positions filling though", Harry wondered aloud as he looked at the dejected form of his friend who was still pretty much doubled over the coffee table. "I'm sure it won't be that bad. It'll probably be a little desk job… you'll be able to leave it no problem", this elicited another groan from Feliks.

"That's the problem though… it won't be! I'll be Lucius Malfoy's assistant!" Feliks exclaimed, throwing himself back into the chair with a huff.

Harry's eyes widened behind his glasses and he almost dropped the teacup he'd been holding. "Oh my God! But you just graduated! You're bloody smart and a good worker but an assistant to Lucius Malfoy… not only that but he's an awful snob. I met him at a gala a while back with Ginny before her Father's company got off the ground… frightfully stuck up", Harry reminded Feliks' needlessly because Feliks was well aware of the kind of snobbery that man had. Feliks had never actually met him but he'd heard enough stories to back this theory.

"What am I going to do Harry? There's no way I can turn down that job offer without insulting my Uncle and you know what he's like…" Feliks said with a shiver at the sort of grudges his Uncle could hold.

Harry snorted at that "Boy do I", he'd never gotten on with Feliks' Uncle and was well aware that he didn't like Harry, not one bit, and he certainly resented him being Feliks' friend. Harry looked again on the disappointed and worried expression that had come across his friend's face. He smiled a little, trying to be as reassuring as he could "Look, this is a fantastic job, snob or no snob. You'd be a fool to pass it up and well… if it gets too bad and you can't stand the prick, quit and come work for Bill. He'd always welcome you back"

Feliks looked as his friend, feeling immensely grateful for his kind words. Harry was like that though, he could be so reassuring. "Thanks Harry… you're such a good friend", Feliks told him with a small smile. He was still reeling over the situation but at least with Harry on his side he could feel somewhat confident…

"It's what I'm here for. So, when do you start?" Harry asked innocently, earning an immediate sort of half-wail from Feliks. Feliks had a tendency to be quite dramatic at times but Harry took it all in good humour.

"That's the worst of it… I start immediately, this time tomorrow I have to go there and check in at the front desk. Uncle even told me to get a suit fitted", Feliks said, adding the last part with a particularly sour expression. Severus had told him to bill the suit to him, since it would have to be expensive but he politely declined. Feliks never took money of anybody, he was allergic to the idea of having his way paid. Coming from a wealthy background everyone expected him to be a spoilt rich kid so he worked twice as hard. It was part of the reason why the idea of working for his Uncle's friend smarted on him so much… people would know he was Severus' nephew and assume he was reaping the benefits.

"Christ, they don't give you much time to prepare for it mentally do they", Harry said sympathetically to which Feliks nodded lamely. "I don't envy you mate. The world of business seems like a scary one. Makes me glad I became a doctor"

Feliks had to smile at this. Harry was so suited to the job of a doctor. He truly cared about people. Feliks was really proud of his friend for doing so well after such a traumatic childhood. "Sometimes it makes me wish I was a doctor too Harry", he said and let out a resigned sigh. 'Roll with the punches Feliks' he thought as he settled back into his seat and looked up at the ceiling '…roll with the punches'.

Second chapter is up. A little shorter than the first one but there's your introduction to Feliks sort of... you'll get to know Lucius opinion of him in the next one.