Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy
According to the title of this chapter you will get to know a little bit about our old friend Draco Malfoy.
He is also 22-years-old and a successful lawyer in the wizard world. His stony gray eyes and gorgeous blonde hair, which is not slicked back anymore, but left curly and ear length, made many, many young witches swoon over him.
Every morning at 6:05 AM he would get dressed and come into the office where all of his things for the day were on his desk. Then, at 6:15 PM he would leave the office and for a ½ hour he would work out at the gym.
When he was at home any meaningless or belittling task that had to be performed would be left to Hermione after he used his spell-phone to contact her.
Then, he would settle down on his couch and watch "World's Funniest Muddles," and "I'm a Wizard, Get Me Out Here!" The shows ended at eight and then for 20 minutes of listening to the Graplefort Orchestra's CD he would go to sleep.
Weekends for our friend Draco differed from three types according to who he met during the week.
The most common weekend was where he dragged around some magic school dropout and show her a good time and then on Monday he would have Hermione dump them for him.
Another weekend would be where he would take out his yacht and cruise the Strait of Magi. On these weekends he would max out the minutes on Hermione's spell-phone to check in on the office and his appointments.
The last and most infrequent type of weekend was where he would do nothing but work. And, when he wasn't working on this weekend he would do community service for publicity for the firm. His favorite was going to a muddle hospital and being a "magician" for the sick children and old people. Guess who followed him and was the lovely assistant, none other than Hermione.
Another thing that he did that made Hermione crazy was that he would send her messages on her hand-held pocket keeper (the equivalent of a muddle beeper only with a little speaker on it.) One time he even sent her a message in the middle of an elf yoga class she was taking. It gave the instructor a mild heart palpitation.
But, the thing that he did most was that he couldn't accept the fact that he was no better than anyone else. He thought that all miniscule tasks were below him and he wouldn't do them. Then, he would call Hermione to do it, like she was a servant, or one of his blonde dropout bimbos.
So, that my friends is the real Draco, self centered, successful, lawyer.
According to the title of this chapter you will get to know a little bit about our old friend Draco Malfoy.
He is also 22-years-old and a successful lawyer in the wizard world. His stony gray eyes and gorgeous blonde hair, which is not slicked back anymore, but left curly and ear length, made many, many young witches swoon over him.
Every morning at 6:05 AM he would get dressed and come into the office where all of his things for the day were on his desk. Then, at 6:15 PM he would leave the office and for a ½ hour he would work out at the gym.
When he was at home any meaningless or belittling task that had to be performed would be left to Hermione after he used his spell-phone to contact her.
Then, he would settle down on his couch and watch "World's Funniest Muddles," and "I'm a Wizard, Get Me Out Here!" The shows ended at eight and then for 20 minutes of listening to the Graplefort Orchestra's CD he would go to sleep.
Weekends for our friend Draco differed from three types according to who he met during the week.
The most common weekend was where he dragged around some magic school dropout and show her a good time and then on Monday he would have Hermione dump them for him.
Another weekend would be where he would take out his yacht and cruise the Strait of Magi. On these weekends he would max out the minutes on Hermione's spell-phone to check in on the office and his appointments.
The last and most infrequent type of weekend was where he would do nothing but work. And, when he wasn't working on this weekend he would do community service for publicity for the firm. His favorite was going to a muddle hospital and being a "magician" for the sick children and old people. Guess who followed him and was the lovely assistant, none other than Hermione.
Another thing that he did that made Hermione crazy was that he would send her messages on her hand-held pocket keeper (the equivalent of a muddle beeper only with a little speaker on it.) One time he even sent her a message in the middle of an elf yoga class she was taking. It gave the instructor a mild heart palpitation.
But, the thing that he did most was that he couldn't accept the fact that he was no better than anyone else. He thought that all miniscule tasks were below him and he wouldn't do them. Then, he would call Hermione to do it, like she was a servant, or one of his blonde dropout bimbos.
So, that my friends is the real Draco, self centered, successful, lawyer.