His First Day
I don't own Harry Potter or anything from Chanel, such as No.5 and Chance. And excuse me if all my things about jobs are wrong . . . I'm too young to work. 257
He swore as he got up from his hard bed to head to Jewelry Exquisite. He had to get into the routine of heading over there, which meant getting up at seven o' clock, forcing down his little bit of breakfast, and dragging himself outside and to the jewelry store.
He was not a morning person.
So what. He would survive-he thought. Brunettes with icy cool eyes weren't easy at something to eight.
Suddenly he was wide awake. He had a sexy little boss whose voice was silk wrapped steel, with eyes that were brown ice. And those cute brown tendrils were just . . . well, taken as it was she was an angel wearing Chanel. No. 5 to be exact.
Damn.
But by the time he had gotten in to Jewelry Exquisite, and inhaled the scent that managed to find itself under the door, he was good and truly awake. And after a frosty good morning from the sweet, kind Mrs. Potter, when he pushed open the door and saw the frost cool, brunette beauty of his boss, he was actually in somewhat of a good mood.
"Good morning, Miss Granger."
"Mr. Malfoy. I see that you are here on time. Well done." Such a brusque young lady. "Come. You have a busy day, and it is best to start with a tour of upstairs. Which of course includes your office."
His office . . .
When she opened the door and showed him the room, he was in awe. It was almost identical to her office. The only difference was the colouring. The floor's carpeting was just as soft and plush, and his feet sunk into the ground the same way they sank into hers. Deep green as it was, it set off the paler mint green walls. The desk, directly opposite from the door was off the finest mahogany. A computer, printer etc. fitted right into it. Despite his hatred of Muggles, he knew how to use their confusing articles. There were two office chairs in his room, and a beautiful aquarium. Only one person could have decorated this room with such understated plushness. Hermione Granger.
Yet, somehow, it wasn't quite all polished. Maybe it was the old dark mahogany desk, but it had ruggedness underneath the polished exterior. Something that told you that Hermione Granger was human and not a perfect angel, with keep your distance eyes. The first sign that she was human . . .
"It is well decorated, Miss Granger. Pray, tell me the name of the decorator."
The way she looked at him, just wary enough, but with a strange half smile that lit up her face and made her look impish.
"The decorator is myself," she said, with a slight bow. "It is good that you are pleased, and that you like it."
He smiled at her, in return for that half elfish smile that had gone only half a minute ago. Her eyes flashed with a strange feeling, maybe pain, and maybe something else, but that wicked half elf smile appeared on her face again.
She was teasing him. Ever so subtle, but she was teasing him.
"Now. Before the other staff members arrive, I will show you the rest of the premises. Including the store room."
So for the next five minutes, she showed him the area, showing him the sheer glory of the room. Then they moved to the store room. Hermione opened the door to the walk in safe with trembling fingers.
Inside, the room was air conditioned, grey and quite cool. She stepped across to one of the shelves and unwrapped a small parcel, with her hands shaking still.
In her hands was a fine ruby, glittering with an internal fire that looked like blood. She held out her hands, with the ruby glowing in it. He took it. It was warm, and pulsing.
"It's about 10 carats, pigeon's blood, right?" he asked with a voice that could not quite conceal his shock.
She nodded, then she asked, "How could you tell?"
"I'm a Malfoy," he stated simply.
Hermione nodded again. She understood.
After that, she showed him some of the finest gems that back when he was a rich Malfoy he would have calmly handed over a five zeroed number for them. Some rare gems. The finest emeralds from Columbia, soft glowing pearls, Burmese rubies, star sapphires and black opals. So many more, so many more glittering shimmering stones so that the grey safe seemed to hold all colours of the rainbow. And the set pieces . . .
"Now," she said, after he got over the sheer shock of the room, "the others should be arriving sometime soon, just about two minutes form now. We'll Apparate downstairs."
"But Miss Granger, I am not sure of the way," he drawled.
Her eyebrow raised precisely. Then she held out her hand. "Hold my hand," she said brusquely. Yet he could hear an underlying softness to it. An underlying darkness to it. He loved that soft note, ever so feminine. He stretched his hand out to hers, and then he caught hers. In her eyes, he saw the veil sweep back as he felt the electricity seem to jolt them, then pop they were downstairs.
She let go of his hand as quick as she dared, but he could still feel her heart beating. Those few seconds had shocked both of them.
But she was not one for discomposure. She had calmed herself and became as chemically mechanical as she could become. Then, all at once, several pops happened and about ten other people had appeared on the early morning. Each person had a different appearance on their face, and the one that struck him most was the extremely happy looking face of one young woman.
"Good morning Hermione my love," remarked the extremely bouncy girl.
Hermione smiled. "All well now Ryan?"
"Yes darling," drawling the word. This girl had bright blue eyes and dark hair, and apparently her name was Ryan. Which was a girl's name? At once though the firefly of a girl was off, and was greeting a black girl. From the conversation, he gathered that this girl's name was Tanisha. He could tell that she was a little shy.
Then Hermione called the whole group of them to order. "Ok, ok settle down everyone."
She sounded like a teacher. How surprising.
"This is our new marketing manager whose name is Draco Malfoy." There was silence as he could feel everyone staring at him and trying to decide exactly what kind of person he was and what he was doing. Then Ryan came up to him.
"Hello," she said holding out her hand. "My name is Ryan, and this is my friend Tanisha." They nodded. Then he was introduced to a short man named Samuel, with who had to be his girlfriend, Latoya. Latoya was a Chinese looking girl, except that her skin was a little too dark, but surely he would find out about her later. These four seemed to be cashiers. Also, pretty good friends.
He was introduced to the human resources person, a tall and slim girl, who gave the impression of frailty. She was one of those people who had to have a certain name, and she had the exact name that he thought, no, knew she would have. Her name was Laura, and she had ash blond hair. A compact looking young man was introduced as the accounts manager. He couldn't remember this man's name, since the man looked very antisocial. He met also two gem cutters, and two gem workers/ designers. The gem cutters were a twin, Mike, and M. J. At first glance, they appeared long and lanky. They had brown hair, brown eyes and long hands. Especially M.J. Very long for a lady whose name was probably Mary Jane(no offense to the name Mary Jane. This is Draco thinking)
The gem workers/designers were two women who looked 30 something years old. One of these people had strange sullen eyes. The other had brown hair. Then of course, there was Virginia Potter (actually J.K.Rowling has let us know that her name is really and truly Ginevra) and Hermione Granger, and this was the complete amount of people who worked here. And if there was any security. Very interesting.
And now him.
It seemed to be a neat and well run area, as he watched what went on during the day. Ryan and Tanisha seemed excellent workers, and so were Sam and Latoya, even if they were a little bit slack.
The frail looking Laura seemed to put up with a lot of things. Yet he could tell that she had a lot of influence with them all. Especially the accounts manager. Kevyn. Kevyn, Mike and M.J. were a happy group.
Ginny Potter was a typical Weasley, very freckled still and happy. Still Malfoy hating. But that would take a while to change.
But his thoughts always drew back to one lady.
Hermione Granger. Her very bookishness seemed to have stopped, and a different woman seemed to have blossomed. She showed a different ness to what she had been, yet you knew that she was the same. Though back when they were in Hogwarts, he knew she could not have had the same poise and elegance that she displayed now, or those half elfin smiles that she had sent him and still sent him up to then.
Oh, no. If she had, he had to have been more unobservant than the Weasel whom she had hung out with so much in Hogwarts days. He hadn't realized what she was like then, and her good qualities of intelligence and sensitivity had been surrounded by other things such as poise and elegance. Not to mention sexiness, but he didn't think that she did that on purpose.
Lovely.
So the day drew to a close.
He had survived his first day at work, and he was fine. It would take him a while to get friendly with the others, like find out where they ate at lunch to socialize, and why exactly it was that Hermione did not go over there with them. It would have to be found out, because he was a Malfoy. So he had to know. And maybe on Saturday nights he would find time to go partying. Unless of course he were otherwise occupied.
He could be.
Even if she was a Mudblood, she still had a half elfin smile.
Which was why when he told her good evening, he felt so warm.
She gave him that little smile, the one that looked like it crept over her face by accident when he told her good evening.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy. Be here at the same time tomorrow morning."
He nodded. "Very well. Miss Granger, Mrs. Potter, good evening."
Then he strolled out. It was wonderful to be able to go back to a job. In two weeks time he would have his salary, and that was something to look forward to. The day seemed very positive.
Darn.
Even if it looked like it was going to rain.
That wasn't really that bad, was it?
(((((())))))
I'm back home, and this is going to be updated fairly fast, since I made a few chapters for it already . I just have to type them. Click the review button to give me encouragement.
I don't own Harry Potter or anything from Chanel, such as No.5 and Chance. And excuse me if all my things about jobs are wrong . . . I'm too young to work. 257
He swore as he got up from his hard bed to head to Jewelry Exquisite. He had to get into the routine of heading over there, which meant getting up at seven o' clock, forcing down his little bit of breakfast, and dragging himself outside and to the jewelry store.
He was not a morning person.
So what. He would survive-he thought. Brunettes with icy cool eyes weren't easy at something to eight.
Suddenly he was wide awake. He had a sexy little boss whose voice was silk wrapped steel, with eyes that were brown ice. And those cute brown tendrils were just . . . well, taken as it was she was an angel wearing Chanel. No. 5 to be exact.
Damn.
But by the time he had gotten in to Jewelry Exquisite, and inhaled the scent that managed to find itself under the door, he was good and truly awake. And after a frosty good morning from the sweet, kind Mrs. Potter, when he pushed open the door and saw the frost cool, brunette beauty of his boss, he was actually in somewhat of a good mood.
"Good morning, Miss Granger."
"Mr. Malfoy. I see that you are here on time. Well done." Such a brusque young lady. "Come. You have a busy day, and it is best to start with a tour of upstairs. Which of course includes your office."
His office . . .
When she opened the door and showed him the room, he was in awe. It was almost identical to her office. The only difference was the colouring. The floor's carpeting was just as soft and plush, and his feet sunk into the ground the same way they sank into hers. Deep green as it was, it set off the paler mint green walls. The desk, directly opposite from the door was off the finest mahogany. A computer, printer etc. fitted right into it. Despite his hatred of Muggles, he knew how to use their confusing articles. There were two office chairs in his room, and a beautiful aquarium. Only one person could have decorated this room with such understated plushness. Hermione Granger.
Yet, somehow, it wasn't quite all polished. Maybe it was the old dark mahogany desk, but it had ruggedness underneath the polished exterior. Something that told you that Hermione Granger was human and not a perfect angel, with keep your distance eyes. The first sign that she was human . . .
"It is well decorated, Miss Granger. Pray, tell me the name of the decorator."
The way she looked at him, just wary enough, but with a strange half smile that lit up her face and made her look impish.
"The decorator is myself," she said, with a slight bow. "It is good that you are pleased, and that you like it."
He smiled at her, in return for that half elfish smile that had gone only half a minute ago. Her eyes flashed with a strange feeling, maybe pain, and maybe something else, but that wicked half elf smile appeared on her face again.
She was teasing him. Ever so subtle, but she was teasing him.
"Now. Before the other staff members arrive, I will show you the rest of the premises. Including the store room."
So for the next five minutes, she showed him the area, showing him the sheer glory of the room. Then they moved to the store room. Hermione opened the door to the walk in safe with trembling fingers.
Inside, the room was air conditioned, grey and quite cool. She stepped across to one of the shelves and unwrapped a small parcel, with her hands shaking still.
In her hands was a fine ruby, glittering with an internal fire that looked like blood. She held out her hands, with the ruby glowing in it. He took it. It was warm, and pulsing.
"It's about 10 carats, pigeon's blood, right?" he asked with a voice that could not quite conceal his shock.
She nodded, then she asked, "How could you tell?"
"I'm a Malfoy," he stated simply.
Hermione nodded again. She understood.
After that, she showed him some of the finest gems that back when he was a rich Malfoy he would have calmly handed over a five zeroed number for them. Some rare gems. The finest emeralds from Columbia, soft glowing pearls, Burmese rubies, star sapphires and black opals. So many more, so many more glittering shimmering stones so that the grey safe seemed to hold all colours of the rainbow. And the set pieces . . .
"Now," she said, after he got over the sheer shock of the room, "the others should be arriving sometime soon, just about two minutes form now. We'll Apparate downstairs."
"But Miss Granger, I am not sure of the way," he drawled.
Her eyebrow raised precisely. Then she held out her hand. "Hold my hand," she said brusquely. Yet he could hear an underlying softness to it. An underlying darkness to it. He loved that soft note, ever so feminine. He stretched his hand out to hers, and then he caught hers. In her eyes, he saw the veil sweep back as he felt the electricity seem to jolt them, then pop they were downstairs.
She let go of his hand as quick as she dared, but he could still feel her heart beating. Those few seconds had shocked both of them.
But she was not one for discomposure. She had calmed herself and became as chemically mechanical as she could become. Then, all at once, several pops happened and about ten other people had appeared on the early morning. Each person had a different appearance on their face, and the one that struck him most was the extremely happy looking face of one young woman.
"Good morning Hermione my love," remarked the extremely bouncy girl.
Hermione smiled. "All well now Ryan?"
"Yes darling," drawling the word. This girl had bright blue eyes and dark hair, and apparently her name was Ryan. Which was a girl's name? At once though the firefly of a girl was off, and was greeting a black girl. From the conversation, he gathered that this girl's name was Tanisha. He could tell that she was a little shy.
Then Hermione called the whole group of them to order. "Ok, ok settle down everyone."
She sounded like a teacher. How surprising.
"This is our new marketing manager whose name is Draco Malfoy." There was silence as he could feel everyone staring at him and trying to decide exactly what kind of person he was and what he was doing. Then Ryan came up to him.
"Hello," she said holding out her hand. "My name is Ryan, and this is my friend Tanisha." They nodded. Then he was introduced to a short man named Samuel, with who had to be his girlfriend, Latoya. Latoya was a Chinese looking girl, except that her skin was a little too dark, but surely he would find out about her later. These four seemed to be cashiers. Also, pretty good friends.
He was introduced to the human resources person, a tall and slim girl, who gave the impression of frailty. She was one of those people who had to have a certain name, and she had the exact name that he thought, no, knew she would have. Her name was Laura, and she had ash blond hair. A compact looking young man was introduced as the accounts manager. He couldn't remember this man's name, since the man looked very antisocial. He met also two gem cutters, and two gem workers/ designers. The gem cutters were a twin, Mike, and M. J. At first glance, they appeared long and lanky. They had brown hair, brown eyes and long hands. Especially M.J. Very long for a lady whose name was probably Mary Jane(no offense to the name Mary Jane. This is Draco thinking)
The gem workers/designers were two women who looked 30 something years old. One of these people had strange sullen eyes. The other had brown hair. Then of course, there was Virginia Potter (actually J.K.Rowling has let us know that her name is really and truly Ginevra) and Hermione Granger, and this was the complete amount of people who worked here. And if there was any security. Very interesting.
And now him.
It seemed to be a neat and well run area, as he watched what went on during the day. Ryan and Tanisha seemed excellent workers, and so were Sam and Latoya, even if they were a little bit slack.
The frail looking Laura seemed to put up with a lot of things. Yet he could tell that she had a lot of influence with them all. Especially the accounts manager. Kevyn. Kevyn, Mike and M.J. were a happy group.
Ginny Potter was a typical Weasley, very freckled still and happy. Still Malfoy hating. But that would take a while to change.
But his thoughts always drew back to one lady.
Hermione Granger. Her very bookishness seemed to have stopped, and a different woman seemed to have blossomed. She showed a different ness to what she had been, yet you knew that she was the same. Though back when they were in Hogwarts, he knew she could not have had the same poise and elegance that she displayed now, or those half elfin smiles that she had sent him and still sent him up to then.
Oh, no. If she had, he had to have been more unobservant than the Weasel whom she had hung out with so much in Hogwarts days. He hadn't realized what she was like then, and her good qualities of intelligence and sensitivity had been surrounded by other things such as poise and elegance. Not to mention sexiness, but he didn't think that she did that on purpose.
Lovely.
So the day drew to a close.
He had survived his first day at work, and he was fine. It would take him a while to get friendly with the others, like find out where they ate at lunch to socialize, and why exactly it was that Hermione did not go over there with them. It would have to be found out, because he was a Malfoy. So he had to know. And maybe on Saturday nights he would find time to go partying. Unless of course he were otherwise occupied.
He could be.
Even if she was a Mudblood, she still had a half elfin smile.
Which was why when he told her good evening, he felt so warm.
She gave him that little smile, the one that looked like it crept over her face by accident when he told her good evening.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy. Be here at the same time tomorrow morning."
He nodded. "Very well. Miss Granger, Mrs. Potter, good evening."
Then he strolled out. It was wonderful to be able to go back to a job. In two weeks time he would have his salary, and that was something to look forward to. The day seemed very positive.
Darn.
Even if it looked like it was going to rain.
That wasn't really that bad, was it?
(((((())))))
I'm back home, and this is going to be updated fairly fast, since I made a few chapters for it already . I just have to type them. Click the review button to give me encouragement.