Working for the Dragon.
Chapter 4. Time Flies
An entire month went by in a flash. I felt as though I had been working in the Malfoy Empire for ages; like maybe an entire lifetime. Gee, I wonder how working for the rest of my life would actually feel like if working for a month feels like a lifetime? Hmm…a millennium? Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Seriously, I adore being in total control of everything related to my boss. B-I-T-C-H, I know.
Everyday was a whole new experience; I'd have a 'Lessons in life' sort of reflection going on every time my shift had ended which if I may add, was unusual. I suppose though that was what being the secretary of one on the busiest man on earth require me to do, sacrifice my time. Not that I had anything going on outside of my life.
My social life reeked of boredom and dullness with all of my friends, overseas, partying in some exotic country. As for family's sake, there wasn't really anyone at home whom I could actually chill with. Everyone was actually planning to go on a family Christmas vacation to Bulgaria where the Bulgarian Quidditch season would soon start. They were all just waiting for Fleur to pop the baby; any day now. All we needed was a shocker.
She still didn't know about my destruction of the Marvin Choque original heels; they were stashed somewhere in my room. Oh and surprise! Surprise! I was not going on this holiday thing with my family. Simply because, firstly; I had only just started working for the Malfoy Empire, it wouldn't really look good on me if I just applied for two weeks of leave.
In other words, it was against Ginny Weasley's work ethics. Secondly, to basically apply for medical leave, you had to write an application that looked like it could resemble a business proposal or even a thesis report and finally, Malfoy was the type of boss who could fire you with a snap of his fingers if he wanted to. I wasn't taking any chances.
It's not like he and I were the best of friends or anything. We merely knew what was going on in each other's lives. Not like I had a choice or anything, I mean, it was part of my job. And for him, he just knew when I spent all those Friday evenings checking his schedule for the following week instead of going out on dates or anything else.
I was spending Christmas alone this year and it wasn't so bad I suppose, I was too busy to think about anything else and I wasn't really feeling particularly festive knowing that I wouldn't be able to have some true family time till the next celebrations.
Anyway, I'm sure everyone would love to know how it is like to be working for a dragon for an entire month. I'll be frank, I didn't come out unscathed. I made a ton of mistakes like not knowing that Malfoy loathed heiress, Pansy Parkinson's guts. I am not even sure how I made that mistake, I mean back at Hogwarts, she'd hang on to him for life or like he was her stripper pole or something and he didn't seem to mind.
I ended up getting murderous glares from the dragon himself. Not my fault, moron.
And I think we had made it clear that I was not a morning person right? Well, there were a couple of run-ins, early in the morning. I mean, the crack of dawn rule still applied. Damn you, Malfoy. Thanks to him, my list of embarrassing events that I would never forget for the rest of my life was updated, very recently.
I am forcing that very memory out of my brain so for now I shall say that I can't remember when it happened but it did. Another day of cussing as usual right after waking up and this time I had the additional bonus of stubbing my toe. Ouch!
I had done it again, woken up late. Well, what do you expect when your average timing of being dismissed from the office is when everyone is tucked in? You know something, Mum told me that I had a lost quite a couple of pounds recently, I guess, she wasn't wrong. Anyway, back to my story….
Thankfully, I had taken a bath the previous night before sleeping so; this morning I simply felt the need to take a shower. Let me just say this one thing, I forgot to take off my shower cap.
He'd grinned at me, "Trying to make a fashion statement, Weaselette?" as I entered his cabin.
To which, I had huffed and said, folding my arms defensively, "I don't know what you are talking about."
I mean, I know my fashion sense was quite outstanding and not in a good way, mind you. I still had that whole school girl image going on and plus dealing with heels wasn't actually helping me to look at my best. It just helped me look at my worst though.
"Shower caps, totally original." He came and stood right beside me gently pulling the ugly piece of bubble gum pink plastic that had been holding my nest of hair in place. I didn't know which was more pink, the shower cap or me.
My horrified expression was clearly too much to take. He had tried to hide his laughter once again but somehow, I could sense the mischief in his eyes and I didn't take his words to heart. Not that I actually ever did anyway. I mean, we're talking about Malfoy here.
I couldn't get Malfoy's expression out of my mind though, I actually saw him crack a smile for the first time. Smile, like genuinely; eyes lit and everything. He looked pretty damn handsome. I actually felt good about the fact that I had probably been the highlight of my brooding boss's day.
He actually has a sense of humor. Oh but whom am I kidding, he doesn't laugh with you, he laughs at you. Let's just say that ever since then; he greets me every morning by pointing at his head with that usual superior smirk. It's getting old, really.
A couple more other incidents which aren't as interesting and embarrassing occurred. Alongside that, I learnt more things about Draco Malfoy that I would probably have never known outside Malfoy Empire.
Facts about Draco Malfoy:
1. He liked his coffee extra strong, black with no sugar. Absolutely abhors tea.
I learned that on the very first time he had barked at me to brew him a pot of coffee.
2. He hardly ever sleeps. That man can go around the entire day with merely five hours of sleep.
People like me on the other hand, would just choose to drop dead. Well, I figured that out when I had left late the night before and had come back early in the morning only to see him still unchanged and not even a bit exhausted. I had wondered if he was planning on changing the entire system of the empire to follow the Japanese style.
You know; the one where the men stay in the office since it has already been equipped with a bedroom? Moronic workaholic.
3. The things he actually did to occupy his time coincidentally started with the letter 'W'. Work and women.
His flavor of the month, Krystella or something like that was a downright bitch and a true bimbo if I had ever seen one. She turned her nose up at everything, me included. I'd take Pansy any day over her. I mean, at least Pansy just strutted around with that cute little cat in her hand as a fashion accessory, the Paris Hilton of the magical world. Malfoy clearly liked his women dumb, which she wasn't.
….
Do these facts actually matter? They're actually equivalent to random trivia about him that anyone can say I would have probably picked off an article about the sexy Draco Malfoy in Witch's Weekly. That ridiculously scandalous magazine always made it a point to at least have a picture of him attending some social event or even sauntering right into Gringotts just to bank in galleons.
I should know, I handled everything related to him, from personal phone calls to the fact that he was running out of Chocolate Frogs. Did I mention that he has a fetish for them? He has quite a sweet tooth, I must say.
That's not the point actually. I was just being random. The point here is that, no matter how demanding or how energy draining it is, I love my job. Really.
Everyone here was good to me, when they had the time to talk, of course. Hell, even Narcissa Malfoy herself was bloody brilliant. Excuse my language.
She treated me with the utmost respect and did not ever turn me down with disdain or anything like that. I truly appreciated her for that; I mean it's not every day that your boss's mother did not treat you like a piece of dirt.
And then there was Natricia, Narcissa's secretary. She was a real doll; I was going to miss her after she left. She was leaving Malfoy Empire to take care of her future baby meaning that very soon; Narcissa Malfoy was going to need a new secretary, somewhere after Christmas.
However good and bad sadly are package deals, there were some things that I thoroughly disliked. Or rather people….
I glared at Audrina who had just interrupted my thoughts in the most unfriendly manner.
"Carrot-top, if you are done day dreaming, Mr Malfoy needs you in his office, now." She fake smiled at me, her voice dripping with syrupy sarcasm. I swear, if I had a gun, I'd whip it out and shoot her, she riled me up that badly.
To be honest, I didn't know what her problem was with me; I mean it had started since day one. When I had mentioned that to Natricia, she had laughed it off airily saying that Audrina had wanted my post and she was sour about the fact that Narcissa had hired me when she had been working for the Malfoy Empire much longer.
Reminds me of how Voldermort jinxed the post for the Defence against the Dark Arts professor's job such that no teacher ever lasted more than a year. Vaguely, I couldn't help but wonder if my post was jinxed as well. Malfoy's secretaries only left because….
Damn! I had no clue. Need to look up on that, Ginny. And no, Ms Imagination, do not even think about going there.
Does it even help to say that I imagined Malfoy as an axe-murderer who murdered voluptuous women? Thank Merlin I was far away from the 'V' for voluptuous. I was a typical, F-L-A-T. You get the point right?
"Of course you do know that thousands of girls like Audrina want to get in to Draco's bed, right?" Natricia had raised her eyebrows at me as she rubbed her very pregnant belly.
"Figures." What a slut. No wonder she hated me, I had apparently snagged her man.
People like Audrina belonged on those trashy American reality tv shows. Like Jersey Shore.
There was Audrina and then there was Goyle. Surely we all remember no brainer Gregory Goyle from Hogwarts right? One of the two body guards Malfoy used to flock around with. The other was Vincent Crabbe. I seriously never understood how they communicated, really.
Oh and in case you were wondering, Crabbe is dead. He was avada-ed by Voldermort when he had failed to perform his duties as a Deatheater. What a sad ending.
Call it a nasty comment if you want but Crabbe was really a waste of space and air on Earth.
Back to their communication, from what I recall, Malfoy spent more time calling them, imbecile fools than actually talking to them. The only person I actually recall him having a proper conversation with was Blaise Zabini. The mysterious, blue-eyed latino from Slytherin.
I vaguely remember Channy having a crush on him before I got sent into exile from the wizarding world. We used to look at their table and mainly at them more than anything else around in the school. That was oddly disconcerting. I'd watch Malfoy make sipping mere pumpkin juice from the silver goblet look as though he was drinking champagne. It was that elegant, really.
And when I would try to make that drinking that vile substance interesting, let's just say that I got more repulsed by the drink each time. Even he making snide comments to members of his own house made my day. Meanwhile, Channy on the other hand would be drooling over Zabini's… Well, everything. Have I ever mentioned that Malfoy and I go way back?
So anyway, Gregory Goyle is the head of security for Malfoy Empire which means that every time I head down to the reception, I would be greeted with a glare by those two dunderheads. I couldn't really care less about them though, I hardly ever saw them, always being on the top floor and everything.
"Right on my way, Bimbobrain." I replied to Audrina adding the last part mentally. Equipped with the necessary secretarial items like a quill and an organizer, a Blackberry would be a better word, I marched right into Malfoy's office.
"You called, Sir?" I asked him in a rather bored tone.
He looked up from his laptop. Seriously, he has a Blackberry, an IMac, I wonder if he has Facebook?
"I'll be leaving for a business conference tonight and will only be back around Christmas Eve. I have decided to let Natricia take her maternity leave early, therefore, for the next two weeks; you're going to be Mother's secretary. If we can't find her a new secretary soon, you probably would have to do double shifts as hers and my secretary…." He gave a little stretch apparently making me realize that he was as human as I was.
-"Now, tell me, Weaselette… Would you be interested in this temporary placement? Of course, you'd be paid extra until we hire a new secretary." He gestured towards the direction of Narcissa's office.
I stared at him as though he had just spoken to me in Hebrew or maybe even Sanskrit. Finally I managed one pathetic; ok well it is not counted as a word.
"Huh?"
" Would. You. Be. Interested. In. Working. As. Mother's. Secretary. For. The. Next. Two. Weeks?" He said each word slowly as though he was talking to someone who was mentally incompetent.
Arrogant bastard.
"Sounds like fun." I replied sarcastically. I could definitely use the extra cash. I needed a whole new wardrobe filled with the latest robes in fashion. Oh and a couple of party dresses.
"So you'll do it?" He asked me, scrutinizing my reaction.
I shrugged, "Sure, why not? I could definitely use the extra cash." I answered him honestly.
When he had finally decided to be neutral and not taunt me about my self-imposed poverty, he started looking through a shelf for a file.
"Weasely, where is the Marmadas file?" His fingers trailed down the alphabetically organized shelves that were neatly stacked with files organized by yours truly. I came over and checked.
"I had it placed right on top of the files on your table, Sir. I assumed that you were going to look through all those files and that was the most urgent one…. Soooo…" I looked at him wondering if I had made a mistake again.
"Don't assume, Weasley." He snapped at me once he heard what I had to say.
Sighing, he explained, "Those files have already been browsed through."
He looked rather tired, almost under a lot of stress reminding me of the time when he was required to kill Dumbledore based on Voldermort's instructions. I had never seen Malfoy look so haunted then, he usually was all in his handsome glory.
"Nevermind." I was surprised that he had actually brushed it off. –"Go and retrieve the file from the file room this very instant."
"Yes, Sir." I scurried outside, my sense of urgency increasing with every step I took. Malfoy was the type of person who threw a fit when his work wasn't done fast enough. And I didn't really want to land on his bad side when he could terminally fire me or transfer me to become Narcissa's secretary permanently.
I liked her and all but she really lived a lavish lifestyle. Sometimes, hearing about them spending their wealth like water made me feel sick. It was my personal philosophy that we learned to respect and make the most of life through hardships and love was the one that could pull us out of the misery.
The mother and son duo really looked as though they could use some of that.
I was just about turning in the corner when I heard voices. This was one of the restricted sections in the entire empire where only authorized personnel were permitted to enter. I feel so proud; I was one of the rare few who were given such power.
My curiosity became the better of me and I found myself hiding behind a pillar in a corner looking for the people who were speaking in what they supposedly assumed were hushed voices.
"Mmmm…Greg….." I heard distinct moaning, it sounded as though someone was having a well, a mid-afternoon rendezvous in the file room. Yuck! How unhygienic! It's so dusty in there.
How was I supposed to go in there and interrupt their mating ritual just to retrieve the file that Malfoy wanted? I listened to all the smooching noises for a few more seconds, feeling disgusted at their lack of self-control, whoever they were.
Hey at least I had solid evidence to partake in the typical office gossip. It went around every day, who was having an affair with who? Who was getting a divorce and mind you, the staff of Malfoy Empire had a ton of scandals going on. Natricia always filled me in.
I was curious to see who was getting it on so I peered through the gigantic vault door thing and guess what? Audrina and Gregory Goyle were getting it on in the dimly lit file room. My brain needed a wash, big time.
I had just witnessed him unbuttoning her blouse while she was leaning sadly against the shelf which had the file I needed. Damn your luck, Ginny Weasley. My mind would never be able to get rid of the image. Every time I saw Goyle and Audrina, my mind would surely reflect those images on me. That's what you get for having such a vivid imagination I suppose.
I closed my eyes, groaning miserably against the cold, hard walls of the entrance. Couldn't it be someone else whom the probability of me meeting for the next like ten years is a big fat ZERO?
"Greggie darling, we should get back to work." AUDRINA, seriously, Greggie darling? What next? Greggie poo?
My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to look inside to see what was going on.
"Screw work, I want this. I want you and I know you want me too. You can't deny it." He pulled her close against him, kissing her roughly on her lips as his hands roamed all over her body. If Malfoy was an axe murderer, I'm sure he'd love to get his hands on Audrina.
"Mmmm… But Mona is going to notice my absence. I was only supposed to try my luck on Draco but I told her that I was on orders to hand over a note personally." She spoke the last couple of words bitterly, I realized.
That got Goyle to stop and he looked right up at her, "I'm guessing that it didn't work, did it?"
"He completely brushed me off." She cried out indignantly.
Continuing, "It was as though I didn't even exist. He barely looked at me and said, "Tell Weasley to come and see me now."
-"Stupid bitch, she always ruins everything. First it was the post, now this." Ouch.
"Don't worry, she won't be his assistant for long, I have plans to get her fired." Goyle, well, comforted her. Seriously, just get a room already.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing; they had plans to get me fired? I had to hear more.
"….And then as Malfoy's friend, I'll recommend him to hire you. Seduce him and then seize his powers. Get him to sign the power of attorney papers and then it's all ours. With this accomplished, in no time, our real mission would be successful." He finished and they laughed in excitement.
I could feel the blood draining from my face. There was a whole plot to seize Malfoy Empire! They were probably out to kill Malfoy too. I was stunned from all that I had heard. I couldn't bear to watch them anymore. My hand was covering my mouth to prevent myself from making any noise. I was close to hyperventilating; that always happened whenever I was in panic mode.
I shut my eyes once again forcing myself to take deep and long breaths. I had to hear if they had anything else in mind. Once again, I peeked into the room, nothing that wasn't steamy apparently. I watched them for the next few minutes, my mind bubbling away merrily with the millions of thoughts racing through my head.
I was so out of it, I didn't realize that there was someone behind me.
"Weasley."
The voice made my blood run cold and my eyes widen. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I turned around, facing Malfoy with wide eyes as he looked at me with the smallest hints of curiosity. However, he did not pursue the matter further, thank Merlin for that.
I stared at him with questioning eyes, feeling horrified internally. He did not know that plans they had in mind for him. He wasn't aware of the dark cloud also known as trouble that was looming over his head. He knew nothing and it made my heart ache. That was injustice. What did they want from him?
I had to know everything including who was the mastermind behind this plot to destroy. I may not have known my boss very well but no one deserved whatever plans they had in mind. He had to know. But how? I had no proof on me at all. Whatever I would have presented would have been totally baseless.
"Are you alright?" He placed a hand on my shoulder, uncertainly. As though not quite sure if he should be displaying concern or not.
I stared at him blankly; my mind apparently too messed up to understand what he was talking about.
"Weasel!" He shook me gently making me snap back into the horrible truth of reality.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm good." I answered the very first and probably the stupidest reply that came into my mind.
He gave me a weird look but didn't say anything else that was not part of his main concern.
"Marmadas file?" He held his hand out looking at me questioningly.
Oh yeah. "Accio marmadas file." I whipped out my wand. Let my spell distract Audrina and Goyle and let them know of my presence, I couldn't really care less. If I was going down, I might as well go with a bang.
He caught the file lazily just as it came zooming through the door as though it was the snitch. He had pretty good reflexes, I noticed. With the file in his hand, he turned and walked off with me behind still staring into space.
When he realized that I hadn't joined him, he sighed and turned to look at me.
" Shall we?" He held out an arm to mock me but to his and my surprise, I took it even though I knew I wasn't supposed to.
"We shall." I smiled brightly at him and walked on as though I had not just witnessed psychopaths plotting the downfall of Malfoy Empire.
His arm, oddly felt warm, comforting. I guess it comforted me, within that nothing bad had happened yet and there was still time to prevent whatever the catastrophe that was waiting to fall. He was pretty muscular, I could tell because I could feel his hard muscles through the soft, black velvet coat that he was wearing.
As we walked on in silence, I grew calmer and released my hold on him. He glanced at me, probably to make sure that I was mentally stable. Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if he thought that I was crazy, the most ridiculous events always occurred in front of him. Hell, the top three incidents on my mental list of embarrassing moments had his name in it.
"So where are you going for your conference?" I asked him casually as we walked on to his office. It wasn't a long walk but for some reason, we weren't actually walking really fast.
"Argentina." He didn't bother to say anything else. I mean, for all I knew, Argentina could be as big as the USSR. And seriously, who ever heard of having a business conference in Argentina for wizards?
Most wizard business conferences from what I knew were held either in Bulgaria, Romania, Egypt or England as these were the most powerful wizarding countries. Most wizards came from these countries.
Odd.
Maybe he was going on a romantic vacation with Krystella. Oh I wouldn't know.
"Cool." I nodded my head as we finally came in view of his cabin.
"Don't go back to your office, Weasley. I have something give you." Malfoy stopped me from walking in the direction of my cabin.
"Sure." I followed him to his cabin which was right next door to mine wondering what on Earth could he possibly have to give me.
Inside, he walked towards his table which was totally clean of everything except the necessities like elegant eagle feathered quills and spare bits and pieces of parchment and tapped a drawer with his wand. I never realized it till today since his table was usually cluttered with files and his laptop that his table was actually made of glass.
It was pretty cool considering that the drawers attached were made of wood and were a grayish white that looked like it was made out of opal under the sunlight. He pulled out a small, black pouch along with a piece of parchment and handed them both over to me.
The pouch was made out of velvet, like his coat and it was rather heavy. I shook it a little while maintaining a tight grasp, it jingled. Still unsure, I decided to ask him.
"What is this for?" I looked at the parchment which had something written on it.
He awarded me with another weird look. Looks like weird looks are all that you are going to get, Ginny!
"Your salary?" He made it sound more like he was asking a question than giving me an answer.
Oh. Okay! I had totally forgotten about the fact that now that I was working, I was going to receive my salary. And the best part was that it was my very first salary.
I felt my mood lighten considerably as I stared down at the heavy pouch in my hand. I could literally imagine the galleons jingling in there. I could use my own salary, make a vault of my own in Gringotts and spend money on getting some decent clothes.
I was lost in my own little bubble of joy so much so that I hugged Malfoy, happily.
YES. You bet I did.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you" I hugged him tightly. He was stiff against me, as though shocked that I had hugged him. I was completely unaware of my actions because of my happiness. I hadn't realized the proximity of our closeness, apparently we were close enough for me to smell him and I suppose you could say vice versa.
I inhaled his scent, he smelled delicious; there was a hint of citrus on him probably his cologne or even his aftershave and a spicy scent of cinnamon, combined. Completely original, I couldn't exactly tell but whatever it was, it suited him just right and he smelled absolutely yum!
I guess after a few seconds of uncomfortable stiffness and I guess, silence, he patted my back awkwardly and just had to pop my little bubble by saying….
"It's alright, little weasel, you don't have to thank me. Just go and buy yourself decent clothes."
Immediately, I pulled away glaring at him but sadly not fiercely enough because I guess that was what I intended to do with my salary. He smirked at me while I childishly folded my arms.
Stupid asshole.
"Haha. Very funny, Malfoy. Very funny."
It was times like these when we re-lived those Hogwarts days. The days when he wasn't my boss and I wasn't his secretary, the good old days when he was the Dream Team's arch-nemesis and I guess an irritating fellow to me and I was probably the littlest Weasel to him. Can't believe I am saying that but yes.
I mean, I wasn't even respectful to him. Not that I was when I called him, Sir.
I couldn't believe I just hugged him. If I had my way, I'd probably be childish and stick my tongue out at him but instead, I pouted.
"Real mature, Weasel." He noticed my pout apparently. It was no ordinary pout, alright. It was the best one that I could have mustered up, it had never failed to work its magic on anyone. Malfoy was hopefully no exception.
"Seriously though, since it's your first paycheck, what are you intending on doing with your cash?" He asked me, genuinely curious.
"I don't know." I replied –""Maybe get gifts for everyone at home, some stuff for myself. Haven't really thought much about it." I shrugged, nonchalantly.
To be honest, I had thought about it and still I had no answer. I figured that I would probably spend a couple of galleons on myself since I knew that if they, especially Ron, ever found out that I used my salary from Malfoy to buy gifts for them, it would mean my THE END.
"Haven't done Christmas shopping yet?" He sat down on the chair casually as though he had all the time in the world. I stood defiantly before him, not that I needed to of course, I just wanted to. I had an ego to take care of.
I shook my head. Who would honestly have the time to go for Christmas shopping when your boss made you work technically around the clock? Seriously, I was the one without a social life here.
"I'll do it next week or something." Yeah, I was the type to run out of the house at the eleventh hour just to do some Christmas shopping. Usually, I loved making handmade gifts for my family and friends like simple cards or even food for the special occasion.
-"What about you?" I wondered what the rich and affluent could possibly get for one another.
"All done." He simply replied as he twirled an eagle feathered quill absentmindedly.
"Anyway, Weasel, since I'm leaving soon and Mother is not around in the office today, you may leave early today. It'll be good to get started on that Christmas shopping of yours for Merlin knows how many people you have to shop for." He finished the last part wryly.
I guess you re-lived the old times during Christmas. Maybe he was missing Ron a little too much. I rolled my eyes at his little comment. And he called me childish.
As he wished, I walked into my own cabin and grabbed my stuff basically my satchel containing my Iphone and other important stuff. I placed the velvet pouch containing my salary and the parchment which stated that I had received my salary inside and walked out looking for the signs that guided me towards the exit.
As I stepped outside of my cabin, I glanced at Malfoy's closed door, my heart sinking remembering the events of today. I couldn't remember the last thing I had heard from the vile couple when Malfoy had interrupted my well, spying.
Who knows, maybe they knew that I was there. Whatever it was, I needed help on solving this case. First though, I needed information.
He didn't deserve any of that. No one did. I kept telling myself that continuously as I walked away from both our cabins. For some reason, I didn't feel happy walking away just like that, I had to say goodbye to him before he left for Argentina tonight.
I walked right back and burst right into his cabin, forgetting to knock on the door. My imagination was running wild as I thought of Audrina's and Goyle's plans to harm the empire. Who knew what bad intentions they had towards Malfoy?
He looked up from the file that he was reading; the Marmadas one and looked at me for an explanation.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack with the way you basically exploded right through the door." He said, sounding rather irritated.
"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye." I replied, a little breathless from nearly starting to hyperventilate.
He folded his arms across his well defined, muscular chest. –"Well, goodbye then."
I sighed to myself. Snobs were really clueless people, that was not how you bid farewell to someone who was leaving.
"Not like that, Malfoy!" My irritation matched his.
He looked at me in confusion wondering what I meant. At that moment I didn't really care whether he had Krystella in his life or some other chick. I practically jumped on him, hugging him tightly.
He staggered a little; obviously not expecting me to well, assail him but he managed to keep us both in balance.
"Weasel!" He called me in a strangled tone but I couldn't care less. Looks like my emotions were on a haywire today.
I finally pulled away, -"I'm saying goodbye." I explained as though that made all the sense in the world.
He gave me a third or maybe millionth weird look.
"You really are out of it today aren't you?"
I had no answer to that so I replied…
"Happy Christmas, Malfoy." Those two words of wishes to him contained everything else that I had to say.
Take care.
I made a move towards leaving his cabin when he stopped me by saying something really unexpected.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Weasel."
I stopped and turned to look at him. He smiled and shook his head at me. I felt a smile spreading across mine as we looked at each other.
Looks like Malfoy and I had reached a mutual understanding.
Merlin, I saw him smile.
I suppose, maybe I was going to miss that arrogant asshole afterall. I had his mother to look forward to and Natricia had told me once that Narcissa was very particular about attire. Looks like maybe I had to borrow robes from Fleur or Hermione.
I walked out towards the exit, deciding that I'd floo from the Leaky Cauldron. I could definitely use some fresh air at this point of time. I was pondering over my investigation plans. I needed Tonks help, that's for sure and I'll ask around nonchalantly hoping that someone would be able to give me some clues. And I'd use spying on Audrina or Goyle as a last resort.
I had definitely gained some of that adventurous spirit from the Golden Trio.
Working for the dragon had definitely made life a whole load more exciting.
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