My Angel
Summary: 100 years have passed since the last battle of the wizarding world and people had forgotten all about magic. Draco Malfoy, a 25 year old business man, has just moved to Godric's Hollow. Hoping to get some peace into his busy life, he received the biggest shock of his life when he found out that the place he lived in was haunted by none other than Harry Potter. Soon they fell in love but Harry didn't realize that Voldemort had found a way to resurrect himself and now he wanted revenge against Harry by killing Draco. Could Harry find a way to save the love of his life or would he lose him forever?
A/N: The Malfoys were not there during Harry's time and therefore Draco and Harry didn't know each other till now.
Beta by: Cyane Snape (Thank you so much!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and other characters.
Chapter 1
Lounging in his living room, Draco Malfoy was thinking about the events that drove him to move into his new house. His life was very hectic: filled with busy meetings, on-going parties that he didn't even want to attend but was forced to, and many business flights to different countries. With his busy schedule, he rarely found peace in his life. His old house didn't provide the sanctuary that he needed.
One day, he found an advertisement in his favorite newspaper. A house located in Godric's Hollow was for sale. He never heard of the place, but decided to go and see it because the picture looked inviting and seemed to be just what he was looking for.
Arriving at Godric's Hollow, he realized that he had made the right decision. It was peaceful and away from the usual hustle and bustle of the city. The house looked perfect. It was a beautiful mansion and though he didn't need something too large because he lived alone, the house had a homey feeling to it and it was really perfect for him. Upon entering the house, he immediately made the decision to buy it. The realtor who was showing him the house looked shocked because they hadn't even seen a single room of the large home yet. Draco didn't care. He fell in love with the house as soon as he laid his eyes on it. Though the realtor looked apprehensive, he nodded his head and the deal was quickly signed. Draco quickly made arrangement to get his things moved and three days later, he had moved in.
Two weeks had passed since then and Draco still didn't regret his decision. Upon moving, he had hired a personal assistant so that he didn't have to travel quite so much. He worked from home since moving in and he realized that he was very pleased with his new working situation.
He was tired of meetings with those thick-headed business associates and, by having an assistant; he didn't have to attend those dreary meetings. As the President and CEO of his company, he still had to make important decisions but he made them at home and passed it along to his staff. Nowadays, his days were spent lounging at home or working in his study. Though he still went out on occasion, he didn't spend much time away from the new home that he loved.
His peers often asked him why he decided to move to such a lonely, isolated place. Draco's answer was simple. Mind your own business. After that, no one dared to question his decision again. They knew Draco and no one dared to purposefully cross his path. One of his employees had the unfortunate luck of doing so, and by the end of Draco's boisterous tirade; the employee was left shaking and rooted to the spot. If he had the bothered to ask his co-workers, he would have known that no one dared to cross Draco Malfoy.
They all knew what kind of man Draco was. He was ruthless when dealing with other business associates. Imagine how he would deal with his own employees if they invaded his privacy. Draco Malfoy was a cold person but he always had his business interest at heart. His employees liked him though because he talked to them as equals and didn't leave them at dark on the on-going deals of the business. He was fair to all of them and though he was a strict person, they knew it was for the best.
So now Draco was lounging in his living room. He had just finished his work for the day and he was exhausted. Cradling the wine glass in his hand, his mind casually wandered from topic to topic. One thing that Draco longed for, aside from peace, was happiness. It had been a long time since he had a special someone to share his life with. His past relationships had been disasters. He never found someone who wanted to be with him just for himself and not because he was Draco Malfoy, one of the most powerful men in the business world.
He was attractive, he knew that. He had plenty of men and women begging for his attention whenever he attended those blasted parties. But Draco never responded to any of them. He was tired of having people worship him because of the power he held. He longed for someone who liked him for what he truly was. Beneath that cold exterior, Draco was actually a kind-hearted person. He protected those who he cared about, like his employees. Though he knew he was strict and sometimes harsh, he treated them all as friends. He gave praise to those who deserved it and he didn't allow them to bury themselves in their work. None of his staff worked more than their scheduled time and if he found one in the office past their time, he would send them home no matter what. He gave plenty of days off, gave them presents for Christmas, and paid for their holidays.
As one of the most important people in the business, many people thought he was a spend-thrift. How wrong they were. If only they knew him, they wouldn't dare say such a thing. But Draco didn't care. As long as his friends were happy, he didn't mind spending money on them. Though sometimes they were a bit apprehensive, they took these gifts willingly. Only a handful of people knew the kind of man that Draco truly was.
They knew beneath that hard, cold mask, Draco was a kind person. His cold, outer mask was only for protection. He had been betrayed too many times and had built a wall around himself. So now here he was. Alone in his house. He knew that he was partially to blame but what was he supposed to do? Let his lust control him?
A crack from the dining room brought Draco back from his wandering thoughts. Since moving in, he'd had a feeling that he was not alone. But that was impossible. He didn't believe in such things as ghosts and never would. Unless he saw one, that is. But since moving in, he swore he could sometimes see a man wandering in the house when he woke up in the middle of the night. Draco sighed. There was no way that a man would dare to enter his property unless he had a death wish. Putting down his glass, he stood up and made his way to the master bedroom for a nap.
Making his way up the stairs, Draco was rooted to the spot when he saw a man standing at the top of the stairs and in front of his room. The man was looking at him. Draco's breath hitched when he saw the man.
That man is gorgeous thought Draco.
He was tall and lean just like him but Draco was sure that he was a little taller. The man had unruly dark hair and green eyes that were studying him at the moment. But before Draco could utter a word, the man vanished. Draco was left blinking and rooted to where he was standing.
Oh, My Lord, he thought. Oh God, oh God. Did I? Oh, my God!
Draco opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He was speechless! Draco grabbed the railing of the stairs, knowing he would fall down if he didn't. His eyes were fixed to the spot where the man had been standing.
My dear God! Did I really see that?
His legs couldn't keep him upright and he slid down to the floor and sat there. He was still speechless and his mind was reeling. His breathing had quickened and he could feel his heart thudding wildly as if it was going to burst.
Calm yourself, Draco, calm yourself he said to himself.
Minutes passed and he remained seated. He knew he would probably fall down again if he stood. Still sitting down, his mind was in turmoil.
Oh my God! Oh God! I must be dreaming. There was no way in hell I just saw what I thought I saw. I must be out of my mind he thought. I don't believe it, not now or ever. My eyes must be deceiving me, yes that's must be it. Or I must be losing my mind.
Few more minutes passed and Draco could feel the thudding of his heart slow down. Trying to breathe slowly, he stood up but kept his hand on the railing. Making sure that his legs could carry him and not wanting to fall down once more, he made his way up the stairs to his room. Entering the room, he quickly changed into his pyjamas and lay down on the bed. Staring at the canopy, he tried to divert his mind and hoped that it was all a dream or just his imagination. Closing his eyes, he could still clearly see the gorgeous man. Shaking his head and hoping that it would go away, it was an hour or more before he let his exhaustion carry him to sleep.
A/N: Some of you must be wondering "How the hell could you have a relationship with a ghost?". Well, don't worry so much about that, all will be explained in later chapter.