Angel
By: SpazzingAzn
Summary: Draco Malfoy's a wealthy bachelor. A healer. Handsome looks. Everything's great till an angel falls out of the sky and his life is turned from paradise to hell and back.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you would recognize. Everything else that you don't recognize is mine. ALL MINE. You take it and I KELLLL YOU!
A/N: I know no body reviewed for my third chapter. That last chappy was bad too I think. I'm probably losing my touch. But I'll keep on going till I finish this fic. I swear. I'm not going to give up that easily. I THINK THIS FIC WILL BE MY BEST ONE. I REALLY DO. So just stop thinking and read already.
Chapter 4- A Business Meeting
"Mmmmmmm."
Draco rolled out of bed. There was a blonde beside him. He must have gotten so drunk to have slept with another slut again. The blonde woman then opened her eyes, Pansy Parkinson.
"Draco, darling! I knew you would come to your senses one day and come find me," she snuggled into Draco's chest, "Now, tell me, what has the former bad boy of Hogwarts been doing all these years?"
He groaned in return. Not a pleasured filled groan, a disgusted groan. How could he have slept with this repulsive thing? Why didn't Vince talk him out of getting incredibly drunk?
"Ahahahaha! I see the prince has awaken"
"Shut up.
"No no no, for if I shut up, your head will hurt more."
"WHAT? How is that supposed to work? Isn't it better without as much noise?"
"Not when an ANGEL is inside your head you dolt."
"Parkinson, get out." Draco said closing his eyes, trying to remember what had happened the night before.
Pansy's eyes started to fill with tears; Draco was kicking her out of his life – AGAIN! She slowly started to gather her things. Her brown eyes glanced at the man she had loved for more then half her life. Maybe, it wasn't meant to be like her mother said before she died from taking the avada kedvra curse for her daughter. Draco looked at her. The years he hadn't seen her had been good to her, she was not as pug faced anymore. Yet, he still despised her. His mind suddenly got memories of him taking here to the balls at Hogwarts, dates at Hogsmeade, snogging in the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy Parkinson, was gone from his life the moment she appaparted from the room.
"Man, you must have been desperate to do all those things back in school Draco darling."
"DON'T call me Draco darling. Such a stupid pet name Pug face there gave me back at Hogwarts. My father made me be her boyfriend. We were supposed to get married, keep the Slytherin pureblood tradition going. When he died though, I broke off the stupid engagement."
"You've had quite a life then haven't you?"
"You could say that."
Those green eyes stared back at hers as noises of Daniel playing filled her ears. His best friend's sister was delicate. She always was. And he missed the chance of making her his own. Now, he wanted to mend her broken heart and see, see if she would fall in love with him again. It was his only hope. Cho… Cho had died in the war. Voldemort himself killed her. He was furious when he found out; he wanted Voldemort to suffer, BADLY. After Harry had taken care of him, he was sort of, satisfied. Harry had noticed though, during his time after the war was won, that maybe Ginny was "the one". Maybe Cho wasn't. The best thing to do was to find out. Right?
"It's good you brought Daniel down Harry. I missed him," replied Ginny, solemnly.
"I, ah, thought you needed some company Gin."
"I think you thought right Harry. Now… let's go out for an ice cream."
"Now?" Harry questioned.
Ginny gave him a hard stare, "Of course now! It doesn't matter if it's raining!"
Harry grinned back, "Okay okay, if you say so. You're treating to the ice cream though."
She sighed and muttered to herself as she got her coat. This turned out so entirely different then she thought it would turn out in her head.
Ice cream was actually a surprisingly cheerful event. Ice cream, Ginny vowed to herself, could fix almost anything. Unless, you just got plain vanilla ice cream because that's just no fun. At all. Daniel was smiling like there was no tomorrow, he wanted his Daddy to marry his Auntie Ginny so they could be a big happy family. Once he suggested this idea Harry and Ginny flushed red.
"Err… Daniel, sweetums, I think you should leave the grownup stuff to grown ups okay?" Ginny asked, as her cheeks flushed a little more.
"But I don't WANT to Auntie Ginny," and as every little kid knows, after using one of those ANNOYING whining voices you had to throw a little fit.
Harry sighed tiredly, "Daniel, I think it's about time we go home and have a little talk."
His adopted son sulked, "Fine."
His aunt on the other hand, giggled. She was not used to seeing Harry "father" his son. It was quite amusing if you thought about it.
Draco was muttering spells around the Malfoy Mansion. Things were… broken. Probably when he and Parkinson came tumbling in, crashed into some Malfoy antiques. This was ridiculous! He should have been more responsible. PARKINSON of all the witches out there. He would have rathered the young Weaslette any day if he was stuck between those two girls in the whole world.
"HAH! So you do like that Weasley woman!"
"How many times do I have to tell you? YOU DOLT! I do NOT under ANY circumstances like Weaslette! The years I haven't seen her have done some good to her body though."
"coughs This is what I get for being placed a guardian angel for idiotic wizards like yourself Draco."
Draco was glaring, even though Vince was inside his head; he knew somehow that Vince could see he was glaring.
"I hate you Vince," he said aloud to himself. Sort of, since you know, Vince was in his head and could hear things.
"Well, I love you too sweetums."
The young blonde man growled to this comment the angel had just said. He was going to have a very horrible afterlife when Draco got up there. Very horrible indeed.
Vince chuckled. He was loving his job a little bit too much just about now. Torturing his boss's clients were always fun for him. Especially, when he had to help his boss's clients were it concerned loved and Vince as a little, matchmaker. He was so sure that Draco had the hots for that little red head. Not that he blamed him, since Ginny Weasley was hot! Boy, if he himself were still alive he would keep that delicious woman to himself and not share with ANYONE. He sighed, if only angels in heaven were like this woman. Now though, was the time to use his Angelic charm on Draco to get him out of his mansion.
"Malfoy. Move it, I'm tired of seeing your stupid mansion."
"Vince, my MANSION is not stupid at all. It has been in fact, passed down generation to generation to each of the Malfoy heirs. Unlike the Weasleys, where I hear they live in a big magical fixed house. Purebloods without class make me sneer."
The angel snorted. That was the most stupidest thing he had heard, all morning. This Malfoy kid was one hell of a business man though. He heard he had gotten a lot richer once he took over his father's company. Thank god Lucius Malfoy couldn't see his son now, because he would not on any circumstances be laughing his pale arse off, at all.
It occurred to Draco that this certain restaurant was crowded more then normally. He was meeting a man by the name of Artemis here. For business. None of that gay stuff Vince kept on saying. Draco Malfoy was as straight as a pole. Well, as straight as it could be. So what if he had perfectly manicured nails, he liked his nails like that. It gave him that certain… edge you could say. Draco was seated at a booth. He didn't look booths for a good reason. Too many people would have masturbated on the seats if they were on dates with hot people probably. He had seen it once in the Hog's Inn, from that day on, he despised booths.
A man popped out of no where, "Draco Malfoy?"
Draco's glitter silver eyes dulled, looking at the man, "Yes?"
"Mr. Powell sent me; he has sent his secretary for the business deal instead."
Draco's famous look, the one eyebrow look, was now in front of this man, "Oh and why may I ask has he sent his secretary?"
The man grinned like a maniac, "Because she's his niece and she happens to be very… smart when it comes to business."
"Thank you for introducing me Pendanski," said a woman with a nod.
"Ms. Weasley! I was supposed to get you! You shouldn't have came into the restaurant by yourself!"
"I have legs for a God damm reason Pendanski, now leave," she said expressionlessly.
He bowed and walked out of the restaurant.
Draco eye's followed the length of her arm to her face. Why, it was that little Weaslette!
"I thought you were an artist Weaslette," he said with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I am. I just have a second job as well Malfoy," Ginny said as she brought up her muggle suitcase to the table.
"Now, let's get started, Uncle Arty wants this deal done today Malfoy."
He smirked, oh; it would be done today, as well as getting a little information out about what happened in her personal life recently. He had a feeling someone has just broken up with her.
She stabbed her steak, why did her Uncle Arty send her to see this man about his STUPID business meeting? She hated the bastard, with a passion. Ginny eyes looked up to see Draco; he was eating quietly, with a slight smirk on his face if that was possible.
God, he was so good looking even when he ate.
"Like what you're staring at Weaslette?" the young Malfoy asked without looking up.
Ginny's cheeks flushed. How did he know she was looking at him?
"It's because there's dandruff in your hair Malfoy," her mouth said, having no control what so ever. Her smile turned nasty on him.
He glared, "Dandruff Weaslette? Then I think someone's been looking at me a little too closely," he had managed to get his foot to travel up and down her leg.
The Weasley was almost purring with pleasure, his touch, even if it wasn't his actual foot, was sending electrifying signals everywhere in her body. It felt… nice. And for once, she didn't miss Andrew.
She gasped and turned her head away from him, ignoring another one of his drop dead sexy smirks. How could he be doing this to her just from a simple touch? Or a simple smirk that was directed at her? HOW?
A/N: I know, it's short again. But I'm willing to write more if I get some reviews, they get me motivated! So pleaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee review! For my sake!