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Draco pushed open the doors to his office building at exactly seven twenty-nine, his laptop bag in his hand and a file in the other. His black, dragon hide dress shoes made no noise as he crossed the white and grey tiled floor, and all around him people spoke reverently in greeting as they passed him.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy."
"Hello, sir."
"Morning, Mr. Malfoy, sir."
He responded to the hails with a curt nod and strode straight to the elevators, on the way plopping the file onto the receptionists desk with a "As soon as possible, Linda."
"Yes, sir, and good morning, sir," Linda called after him.
He walked to the last elevator, which only reacted to him and stepped on without a break in his stride as the doors hissed open on his approach.
"Third floor," he ordered brusquely and the elevator whisked upwards. He stepped off the elevator and onto the third floor at exactly seven thirty and started towards his office, his personal secretary falling into step beside him. She was not some young floozy like so many other rich wizards had for personal secretaries, but a thirty year old witch with a definite hippy style clothing he had hired over in America.
"Press conference at one, meeting with the Minister at two, a conference with Bere's Research for New Potions at three thirty at their headquarters, and a call with Clancy at four thirty."
Draco frowned. "Since when are you so organized?"
"Since your new business manager, Ginny, now your coffee is on your desk, you have a fresh supply of quills and ink, and I added a stress ball just in case."
Draco shot her a look, but he was at his door and so she retreated to the safety of her cubicle right outside his office. He would yell at her later, he decided and opened his door. Ginny was examining a picture on his wall and turned when he entered, but she didn't start or blush when he walked in, but rather smiled.
"Nice picture," she said.
He stared for a split second; she looked amazing. Her hair was down in a sophisticated layered style that was a few inches past her shoulders. She was wearing a sage colored robe that was open over a deep cream blouse and a skirt that was mottled from dark brown to a golden tan. The blouse had an open neck revealing quite a bit of skin decorated with a beaded necklace of amber and green beads that tied the outfit together. She looked stunning.
"Nice outfit," said Draco, tearing his eyes away.
She blushed. "Well, thanks to you."
Draco made a non-committal noise and plopped his things down on his desk and then took a sip of the coffee in the mug waiting for him. Cuban bean, his favorite.
"Look, Malfoy," said Ginny suddenly. "I'm sorry for what I said last night. It wasn't my place to say anything and it was rude of me."
Draco looked at her in surprise. "It's fine," he said. "And it's Mr. Malfoy, you are at work now. I trust Shells filled you in on everything?"
"Shells?" asked Ginny.
"Shelia, my secretary, the American."
"Oh, yes," said Ginny, "and I have some things for you to look over actually." She handed him a folder. "This pertains to the conference with Bere, the latest press conferences they've had, a bit of background on the company, and their financial situation."
Draco took the folder in surprise. "Done already?"
"I had to do the same thing on them for the Minister last week, so it wasn't too difficult. I'll have a report on Clancy done in a few hours."
"Perfect, now I'm going to need you at the press conference with me and also the meeting with the Minister and Bere as well, can you do that?"
"Of course," said Ginny.
"Good. Have you settled in alright? Desk set up to your liking?"
"Oh yes, thank you for that. I really like my office."
"Good," said Draco. "There's tea in the break room if you need it, there's coffee as well."
Ginny made a face. "They've corrupted you over in America. Well, thank you Mr. Malfoy, I believe I shall get to work now. I'll bring you the report around ten."
"That is acceptable, 'til then Ginevra."
She nodded and left, shutting the door behind her. Draco watched her through the half closed blinds and then tore his eyes away from the window. He shut the curtains completely and got to work reviewing Ginny's report. She had done a very thorough job, complete with a page of the projected future of the Bere company. He put aside the report and began overlooking the budget. Most presidents of companies hired accountants to oversee the budget, and companies the size of Malfoy Enterprises usually had a team of accountants, but Draco didn't trust his finances with anyone else.
He was completely buried in withdrawals, deposits, and investments and also a phone call from a potion business in Canada, when Ginny came in to give him her report. He didn't even realize that she had come and gone until he noticed the manila folder on the edge of his desk labeled in a neat script. He glanced at his clock, nine fifty. He smiled and returned to the budget.
At twelve he stopped, figuring he would finish it tomorrow, besides it was lunch time and he was hungry. He grabbed his coat and headed out, then on a sudden impulse, made his way to Ginny's office. The door was open and she was on the phone. He lounged in the doorway until she hung up and spotted him.
"Going somewhere?" she asked.
"Lunch. You're going too."
She raised her eyebrows. "Am I now?"
"Yes," said Draco. He retrieved her russet, fur-lined coat from the hanger in the corner and held it out to her.
She sighed, but put her quill down. "I'll have you know that I am very busy."
"So'm I," said Draco. "Now come on. It's not good to be on the news and have your stomach growl."
She laughed and walked over to him, arm out for her coat. He wouldn't let her take it, but rather held it so she could easily slide her arms into the sleeves.
"So you can be polite," she said as they walked to the elevator.
"Only when I feel like it," said Draco.
He took her to a nice restaurant a block away from the office that Linda had recommended. It seemed to be the place for rich businessmen to go on lunch breaks accompanied by blonde, simpering secretaries whose suits were meant to attract such men. Draco couldn't help but feel a purely masculine pride in knowing that his lunch date was by far classier than any other present. It's not a date, he told himself sternly, though he couldn't help but smirk as several men turned there heads to watch as he and Ginny passed them, and then he felt a strange desire to hex them for looking.
He guided them to a table in the corner by a window with a very nice view of the city, but also afforded him the comfort of knowing he could keep his eye on the entire room without turning his head.
"This is nice," said Ginny.
"I hope so," he said, turning his attention to her. "I haven't had time to scope out the best restaurants."
"I forgot you only came here yesterday," said Ginny. "You seem to be completely familiar with every thing."
"I designed the office building," said Draco, "so I know where everything is and Shells has made sure everything is running like it did in California."
"How is it over there?" asked Ginny, but his response was interrupted by a waiter approaching them.
"Welcome to Vincenzo's. Here are your menus, and some water to start you off. I'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders."
He left and for a moment they looked over the choices.
"Decided yet?" Draco asked after a few minutes.
She looked up at him. "I'm a girl," she said. "I will not have fully decided until the waiter has come back to get my order, and then I will most likely get something totally different then what I was thinking about."
Draco laughed, surprising himself and her. "It can't be that hard."
"What are you getting?"
"The pesto spaghetti," said Draco.
"What's that?"
"Pasta with a spinach and basil seasoning and tomatoes and onions. It's quite good."
"I don't know," she said, frowning.
"Do yourself a favor and don't stress about it," said Draco. "I guarantee that you will like it."
"How do you know?" asked Ginny.
"I just do," said Draco.
"Well, alright," said Ginny.
The waiter came back then. "Have you decided?" he asked.
"Yes, we'll each have the pesto spaghetti. I'll have a gillywater to drink and she will have-?"
"The same," said Ginny.
"Very good," said the waiter. "Your food will be up shortly." He left and Ginny turned back to Draco.
"So, how was California?"
"Sunny," said Draco. "And warm. A couple of earthquakes, but nothing too serious."
"Were you there for the entire six years?"
"Mostly. I did make a few trips out of country, but for the most part I was in the States."
"Well, at least you didn't pick up their accent," said Ginny.
"I made sure not to," said Draco. "I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I have."
Ginny laughed, and Draco watched her, noticing the way her hazel eyes lit up when she did and how her nose crinkled slightly. His lips curved into a smile as he looked at her, and for a moment he forgot all about press conferences and business.
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Draco checked his reflection in the mirror one last time. In a minute he would be the focus of every news camera in Wizarding England, and everything had to be perfect. Beside him Ginny self consciously smoothed her hair. Draco tried not to smile, remembering the pleasant lunch they had shared. He had to focus on business now. He checked his watch then turned to his business manager.
"Shall we then?" he asked and led the way out into the first floor of the building that was flocked with reporters, journalists, and radio hosts. A platform had been set up in the back of the room and that is where Draco stepped now, Ginny right behind him. He stood in front of the podium and raised his hands for silence.
"I promise I will field your questions at the end," Draco told the reporters. "But right now I'm pretty sure you are all wondering why I am here." Polite laughter, which was what he had been aiming for. He launched into his speech. "As many of you know, Malfoy Enterprises has grown significantly in these last six years since I inherited it from the late Lucius Malfoy. Until now, I have dealt only with companies overseas and have created a flourishing industry. I wish to do that here as well. Starting today I am opening up three new businesses and will hire workers directly from England. Those businesses are MagicTec, the revolutionary company that combines Muggle technology and magic, The AllChemists, which is a research facility for new Potions, and New Foundations, which is a construction company. I estimate that approximately five hundred job offers will result directly from these openings, and perhaps more down the line." There was real applause this time. He waited until it abated before continuing. "Along with creating new jobs, I also wish to foster safe and healthy communities and so the first job New Foundations has is sponsored by myself, and that is building an entire new housing complex, all wizard, for the employees of Malfoy Enterprises." He waited for that to sink in. "I am now open for questions."
"Mr. Malfoy, what do you have to say to allegations that your withdrawal of several English companies nearly six years ago started the depression?" called out a witch.
"You are suggesting that I single handedly collapsed the entire country. As much as I would like to flatter myself in thinking that I have that type of influence, I am going to have to say that those accusations are entirely false." More laughter. "I would also like to point out that I pulled out of those companies six years ago, and it wasn't until two years ago that the economic collapse came. My reasons for drawing out of those companies are completely legitimate. They dabbled in areas that weren't quite legal and were a little too close to the Dark Arts for my comfort. Nest question please."
"Are you planning on staying in England?"
"Yes. I have no plans on leaving England for any reason at all. Except my demise of course, which is hopefully a long way in coming," he added on. The reporters laughed even more, delighted that their new celebrity was handsome, rich, and had a sense of self-deprecating humor.
"Is it true that you own the Chudley Canons?"
"The Chudley Canons are a National Team, representing Southern England. I am merely sponsoring them as I am a devout believer in Quidditch."
"But aren't you the only sponsor?"
"Well, yes," Draco admitted. "And it does come in handy as I do get my way most often. And speaking of getting my way, I would like to announce that the seeker position has been filled by none other that Mr. Harry Potter."
That created a stir, and it was quite awhile until another question was fielded. "Are you and Miss Weasley dating?"
Draco laughed, but it was his polite laugh, not that anyone would be able to tell the difference. "Miss Ginevra Weasley has graciously agreed to be my business manager," he explained to the crowd.
"So you're single?" a reporter for Witch Weekly yelled out.
"That is correct," said Draco, not expanding any further. Another buzz went around the room.
"Any potentials you are considering?" the same witch asked.
"My personal life will stay personal," said Draco. "Now if there are no more questions?"
"Just one, Mr. Malfoy. What caused you to come back to England?"
Draco smiled. "I just felt it was time to come home."
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"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, how are you?"
"Quite well, Minister," said Draco, shaking Lupin's hand. "I trust you've kept up with Ginevra."
"Not as closely as I would have liked, but I do see her every now and then. How are you Ginny?"
"I'm doing well, sir. How is Tonks?"
"As clumsy as ever," said Lupin smiling. "Do have a seat, will you?"
Draco sat in the plush armchair, Ginny in the chair beside him and Lupin on the couch.
"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Malfoy."
"It's Draco. You were my teacher after all, it's a little odd for you to say Mr. Malfoy."
Lupin smiled. "All right, Draco. As you most likely know I was elected Minister half a year ago, and I was handed many unfinished projects, one of them being a museum documenting the reign and fall of Voldemort. Right now, the only thing completed on it is a whole storage of artifacts in one of the wings of the Department of Mysteries."
"And you want me to help," said Draco.
"I want you to sponsor it. The Ministry will reimburse you with the funds made from ticket sales, and your name goes on a plaque outside the door. Maybe even a statue, if you would like it."
"A statue, huh?" said Draco. "Sounds like something Lucius would do, I'll take the plaque."
"So you accept?"
"I'll take it. I suppose I'll have to run every little thing by the Ministry though."
"How about this, you come up with a plan for the museum, building design, exhibit display, and whatever else you think is needed, and I'll have it approved all at once."
"Sounds good, though I won't have the schematics for a while yet."
"This project has been on the shelf for nearly three years. A few months won't make a difference. I'll have the lists of the artifacts we have sent over to your office."
"Thank you, Minister."
"No, thank you, Draco. I watched your press conference and I think what you are doing takes a lot of courage and risk on your part. I think you came back at just the right moment. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, sir," said Draco genuinely pleased. "I think I came back at the right moment as well."
They shook hands all around and then Ginny and Draco flooed back to the office. He spent the next hour getting more done on the budget, and then he and Ginny left for the conference with the CEO of Bere.
The CEO was a short, skinny man in his late fifties who went by the name Reginald Corming. He was a nervous man, but a shrewd business tycoon so Draco told him right off that he wanted to merge Bere and AllChemists.
"I see. And why do you think this is beneficial?"
"Well, sir, frankly your business won't last against mine. Mine is newer, more in tune with what people want and need now, instead of ten years from now. Your potion development focuses on miracles that may occur in the distant future, mine deal with minor breakthroughs that happen every week. In the long run, my company will be more successful, because people want instant gratification. However, I believe that miracles in the future are also important. Together our company could cover both the achievable now and the achievable many years from now."
He held his breath as the man thought over his words.
"I hated your father," said Corming finally. "But I like you. You have yourself a merger."
"Grand," said Draco. "Now, if you don't mind I should like to watch your Potions experts in action."
"If you must," said Corming. "I'll take you myself."
He lead them down the hall away form his office and then down four flights of stairs into the basement. Draco could hear them before he could see them.
"Watch what you are doing, stupid girl!"
"Are you mad trying to put the blood root in? Its acidic properties will cancel out the base of the dragon's blood and it will explode on contact with the basilisk venom!"
"I am the Potions Master here-,"
"As am I-,"
"Then you should realize what I am doing."
"You are going to blow this place to high hell!"
"Get your temper under control. You are so much like that red-headed git you are constantly snogging."
"We're married, for Merlin's Sake!"
"And that makes everything better." That was said in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
Draco rounded the bend to see the Gryffindor know it all huff angrily in his godfather's direction. Snape was at the cutting board and Hermione was stirring the cauldron glaring at their former Professor. They both looked up when he came into the elaborate lab.
"Ginny!" cried Hermione. "What are you doing-Malfoy? What are you doing back? I thought you were in the States."
"Ms. Weasley, Mr. Snape," said Corming formally, "I would like to introduce you to your new boss, Mr. Draco Malfoy."
Draco noticed many things simultaneously. Corming introduced Granger as Ms. Weasley, meaning she and the Weasel had gotten married, also, her stomach was bulging under her robes, bespeaking of a child on the way. Second, Snape was looking surprisingly well; the years without war had been kind to him. He was no longer quite as skinny, his hair was not as greasy, and his skin not so disgustingly sallow. Third was that Corming had said he was the new boss.
"What?" asked Gra-Weasley. He frowned in his head; there were too many Weasleys. He would have to think of her as Hermione.
"Not really," said Draco. "I'm merging with Bere, so I'm not really your boss."
"Of course you are," said Corming. "I'm retiring. I've been waiting years for some one to come along and take this company off of my hands. Bere is yours; I quit." And with that he walked out of the room leaving Draco staring after him.
"Oh, this company is going to go far," came Snape's droll voice. "Look at our new boss, staring stupidly at the door."
Draco turned to him. "And it's good to see you too, Sev."
"It took you long enough to come back," said Severus. "I thought you just said that you were away on business."
Draco shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
Sev frowned at him, but then Hermione spoke up.
"So, Ginny, what are you doing here? I thought you were in France?"
"I was, but now I work for Malfoy. I'm his business manager."
"Oh," said Hermione.
"Did you here about Harry?" asked Ginny. "He's Seeker for the Chudley Canons."
"Fascinating," said Snape, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Now, if you don't mind Granger, we were on the verge of a breakthrough."
"For the sixth hundredth time, it's Weasley now, and you can't add the blood root because of the venom and dragon's blood."
"I guess we'll find out then," said Snape, picking up a handful of the white, shredded roots and striding forward. To Draco's surprise, Hermione stepped back even though she had been protesting violently.
"Five galleons it explodes," she said.
"I accept," said Snape, and he tossed the root in. There was a flash of fire on top of the liquid, but it was gone as soon as it had come leaving a trail of smoke and the liquid a bright blue. "And that is why I am the top Potions Master," said Snape.
"I-what,… How did you do that?" demanded Hermione.
"The powdered moonstone we added yesterday," said Sev smugly.
"But how did you know it would counteract the venom."
"Something I discovered when I was in Hogwarts. I didn't remember it until now."
Hermione sighed. "Well, now I'm going home. Too much excitement for the pregnant lady."
"I told you to take the next month off," said Snape. "Merlin knows I can't deal with temperamental witches with fluctuating hormones."
"Which is why you will remain a bachelor for the rest of your life," chided Hermione, washing her hands.
"That is something I can live with, and I don't want to see you back here until you're a good deal skinnier," he snapped, but Draco couldn't help but notice that the usual bite to his voice was suspiciously missing.
"I'll tell Zak that you said 'hi' and that you'll still be coming over for dinners on Tuesday."
"Whose Zak?" asked Draco, noticing how Sev's eyes brightened at the name.
"Zakir is my son," said Hermione. "Severus' godson."
Draco felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Sev was his godfather, no one elses, but he schooled his expression into one of masked surprise and amusement.
"Got another one, do you, Sev?" he asked lightly.
"Another one?" asked Hermione, getting her coat.
"Draco is my godson, as well," said Snape.
"Oh," said Hermione, looking form Draco to Severus. "I'm sorry," she told Draco. "If I had known I would have asked to see if you minded. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," Draco reassured her. "I always wanted a brother and I s'pose I have one now."
"Zak would love an older brother," said Hermione. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
"It's fine," said Draco again.
"Oh good," said Hermione, looking relieved. "We'll have to have you over for family dinners sometime. We have them the first and third Tuesday of every month from six to ten at the Burrow. Are Tuesdays good for you?"
"I don't really know. I'm pretty busy," said Draco.
"Well, if you ever are free then, you should come over. I'm sorry to run like this, but I really should get home. I've been so caught up in this project that I've been neglecting my family. Ginny, do you suppose you can help me up the stairs? We really need an elevator down here."
"Of course," said Ginny. The two women moved off rather slowly to accommodate Hermione's additional weight and Sev put down the ladle he was using to stir the potion.
"Come over here, Draco," said Sev, leading the way into a room off the side of the lab. Draco followed obediently and stepped into Sev's office. It was obviously Sev's office because it was exactly like the one he had in Hogwarts, complete with the furniture and everything. Draco smiled and immediately went to his favorite spot, Sev in the armchair across from him.
"You look good, Sev," said Draco, studying his godfather now that he was up close. He saw that there was not one grey hair amidst the black ones. No doubt Sev would be one of the few whose hair would never change even when they grew older.
"So do you, Draco. I suppose there is a good reason to why you spent the last six years over seas?"
"Not really," Draco admitted.
"Is there a good reason to why you barely kept in touch with me?"
Draco shifted. "No," he said.
Sev raised his eyebrow. "Not even going to try to defend yourself, Draco?"
"No," said Draco again. "I already got reamed out, by Potter none-the-less."
"Really," said Severus, a cooler note in his voice. Draco winced; he knew what Sev was thinking; it was what he would be thinking if their places were switched.
"It was business," he said, then winced again. That didn't make it sound any better. He swore in his head. Sometimes he hated being a Slytherin and a Malfoy, it made these things so hard to say because not only would it mean apologizing, but it would also mean admitting a weakness. But then again he had pretty much destroyed the father-son bond between them, and it was his responsibility to fix it.
"I'm sorry," he said, not able to look at Sev, but instead staring at his shoes. "I should have come to see you first when I came back, and I should have written more. I just wanted to forget about everything that happened over here, and that was unfair to you. I was planning on seeing you first thing, but then I found out that there was going to be a press conference today and so I needed to get everything ready for that, and that meant getting Ginny to be my manager and getting Harry to be my Seeker for my team-,"
"What team?" asked Sev, interrupting.
"The Canons," said Draco.
"You can't own the Canons, they're a national team."
"I'm the only one sponsoring them," explained Draco. "So, I decided to get everything done and see you today, but it's not that I think you're less important than my work, it's just that, well, I figured you wouldn't be in the best of tempers with me because I've been a prat and all by not writing and what not, so I decided to see you today, when I would offer the merger so that you couldn't be too angry with me because I could have you fired." The last was an attempt at humor; it failed.
Sev was silent and after a few tense moments Draco looked up to see his godfather smiling very slightly.
"You are a prat, but you are still my godson. And I like you better than any cross between a Weasley and Granger any day."
Draco smirked. "The boy is bound to be a Gryffindor through and through."
"And no doubt he will be a bane of my existence," said Sev, though his expression lightened in fondness.
"Why did you end up being his godfather in the first place?" asked Draco. "I didn't think you would be their first choice. Was Potter unavailable?"
"There was a complication with their first child, and then things worsened when Granger was pregnant with Zakir. They both nearly died, a potion I had created saved their lives."
"Which explains the name," said Draco. Zakir meant grateful. He looked at Sev. "They have another kid?"
"Potter is the godfather for their eldest. Her name is Melody and she's best friends with the Zabini's girl. They go to the family dinners as well."
"Blaise and Pansy?" Draco asked astounded. "Family dinners with the Weasleys?"
"It's not really family dinners. More of friends and family. It's quite a party," said Sev.
"And you go to these things?" Draco was shocked.
"Sometimes," said Sev. "If I don't Granger will hound me all day and as we are lab partners…" he trailed off.
"However did you get paired with her?" Draco asked.
"She was the only one that didn't run away crying," said his godfather, smirking slightly.
Draco smirked as well; he could just picture Sev terrorizing all of his lab partners.
Ginny entered then. "Well, the pregnant lady has successfully reached home. Hey, this is exactly like your office at school!"
"And how would you know that?" asked Snape.
Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Do you remember that horrid DADA professor we had in my seventh year, and how he wouldn't let us practice the spells or use correcting solution on papers and how he gave us detention if we spoke up in class or didn't take satisfactory notes? Well, he happened to spill several secrets to a certain group of irate seventh years, although he may have told his deepest secrets under duress."
"What did you do?" asked Draco.
"Truth potion, easier than Veritaserum and it works on those who can't fight the Imperius. Turns out he had relationships with under aged witches in his last job, and we effectively blackmailed him, and then turned him over to authorities at the end of the year."
Draco looked at her with a new sense of respect. "So you snuck into Snape's office and lab and made the potion."
"Yup," said Ginny, extremely proud of herself. "And we should probably head out now, Mr. Malfoy. You have a phone call in ten minutes."
He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see that it was so late.
"Until later then," said Sev, standing.
Draco stood as well and they shook hands then embraced very briefly.
"I'll see you sometime soon," said Draco.
"You'd better," said Sev.
Draco and Ginny left by Floo, which was a good thing because the call came in early.
"This is Malfoy?" asked the voice.
"Yes, it is," said Draco.
"Well, this is Clancy." The voice was brisk and rude. "What's this about Quidditch teams? Which one do you own?"
"The Chudley Canons," said Draco.
"You can't own them. They're a national team."
Draco suppressed a sigh. It had been a long day. "I know. However, I am the only sponsor so…"
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Sorry it took me so long to update, but it was parent visitation last weekend and then I had all sorts of exams, in fact I have one tomorrow at eight, well actually today at eight, because its tomorrow already (two am!)(wait, now it's two-thirty) and I really should study, but I haven't been. Ooops. So I'm going to load this up and then drink my caffeinated beverage and study. So make my soon-to-be-bad day better, and review! Lol!