Use Somebody Chapter 3: A second First impression, a harry potter fanfic

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A/N: Hey guys! Chapter 3, Ta-da! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed so far, I love you all! If I haven't replied to yet, I will do so as soon as I can (in other words, I will reply when my 4 year old son gives me 5 minutes peace lol)

Now that my other story is complete I will be concentrating on this one a lot more, so hopefully updates will be thick and fast. I hope you all continue to enjoy my little foray into humour.

Warning - Some swearing. I know, it's not big and clever!

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Chapter 3 - A second first impression.

"Do you think I look…poofy?" Draco asked delicately, appraising himself from every possible angle in his full length mirror.

Pansy snorted, her bloodshot eyes rolling in amusement. She was currently buried in Draco's duvet, her head resting against his mammoth mountain of pillows - the absolute picture of comfort.

"Draco, no matter what you wear, no matter how you wear it…you always look poofy!" She replied, her voice sounding as though her throat were lined with sandpaper; however the evident delight in teasing Draco somehow made it through, though.

The blonde, who could see her in the reflection of the mirror, narrowed his eyes and glared at her. Did she really need to be smart, today of all days?

"Get out of my bed and bugger off!" He sniped half heartedly; ripping off the black shirt he was wearing and throwing it over his shoulder.

Turning back to his wardrobe, he ran a critical eye over his choices. He had a lot of formal attire due to his 'Only wear an outfit to social occasions once' rule, however he didn't want to look over dressed. He had suits, but he always felt like a 7 year old trying on his father's clothing whenever he wore one. Besides, he wanted to look smart but sexy. Sexy was the key to getting this job.

He spotted a pair of charcoal suit trousers which had a matching waistcoat right at the end of his clothes rail and he snagged it with enthusiasm. Teamed with a white fitted shirt and a chunky grey tie and he could actually pull 'sexy' off.

"I can't get out of bed, I'm ill!" Pansy moaned from behind him as he begun stripping off the pinstripe trousers he was wearing to be replaced by the grey. He kept his eyes away from the heaps of clothes that currently littered his bedroom floor for fear of having a panic attack.

"You're not ill, you're hung-over! How does my arse look in these trousers?" Draco asked, twisting around to show her his rear whilst also attempting to look himself.

"Edible." Pansy croaked in amusement. "So, I take it the solicitor is hot? You're being even more vain then usual."

Draco, who was buttoning up his shirt, suddenly found the buttons very interesting. He kept his gaze planted on his fingers as he answered. "Well, considering my C.V is full of complete and utter bollocks - and I have no idea how the hell I'm going to pull it all off - I figured if I at least look good, there's a chance they might just escort me from the building when they find out what a fraud I am, rather than throw me out."

"You're avoiding the question. That means he's really hot!" Pansy retorted, watching as Draco straightened his waistcoat and began tying his tie. She suppressed a smile as she took in the air of nervousness surrounding the blonde. It was blatantly obvious that Draco's preening was because of a guy and not the reason he had given.

Draco's fingers couldn't seem to get to grips with his tie and after a few attempts Pansy took pity on him.

"Come here, you imbecile, before you strangle yourself!" She huffed, pushing herself into a sitting position.

Draco sighed with frustration and gave in. Sinking against the edge of his bed, he allowed Pansy to fix the mess he had made.

"Draco, relax. You are clever and intuitive, and you will sail through this interview." Pansy smiled, her hands, finished with his tie, resting comfortingly against his chest. "Unless there's something else that's worrying you?"

Draco, who had been staring at the floor, glanced up at Pansy's face and swiftly looked away again. The uncertainty and vulnerability in the action wasn't lost on her.

"Do you really think I can do this?" Draco whispered, his eyes on his fingers that were fiddling with the end of his tie. "I mean…I don't have the best track record…"

"Now, you listen to me Draco Malfoy. You can do this. I don't care what's been said to you in the past - You are clever, you are not an idiot. If you want to be a P.A, you can be a P.A, and there is nothing or no one that can stop you." Pansy said fiercely, her eyebrows pulling together in pained exasperation. She truly hated that her, once confident, best friend doubted himself.

Draco continued to gaze at his hands, his teeth pulling at his lip. "Theo -" he began only to be cut off.

"To hell with Theo!" Pansy snapped, her eyes that had been half closed seconds before now wide, a fierce determination sparkling in their depths. Upon seeing the blonde shift uncomfortably at her demand, she reigned in her sudden anger at the man who had wronged her best friend, and she tried a different method.

"Now…you look hot, and you're wearing some sexy arsed aftershave! You get that edible backside of yours round to that law firm and demand that job." She smiled, her hand coming to rest against his cheek in a rare moment of comfort.

Draco sighed and gazed at his friend, a bubble of warmth appearing in his stomach at the tenderness of her actions. It wasn't very often that he needed these moments of assurance anymore, but when he did Pansy always came through.

"Thanks Pans." He said with a soft smile, leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"I live to serve." She sighed dramatically. "Now piss off so I can get some sleep."

"Where the fuck is the fucking aspirin?" Harry growled to himself as he searched the staff lounge medical box.

The pain that had been in his back the day before had now increased to a fever pitch, and he was finding it more and more difficult to not just lock his office door and collapse on the floor. However, he had such a jam packed day that he had no choice other than to self medicate and hope that the pain would subside until he had a chance to find a good chiropractor.

"Harry, your 9:30 is here." Luna's dreamy voice drifted into the room, and Harry gingerly turned to face her, confusion washing over him as he frowned at her.

"I don't have a 9:30, I'm interviewing for a P.A at ten." He confirmed with a dismissive shake of his head. "Now, do you have any idea where I can find a good dose of pain relief round here, Luna?" He asked, his attention back on the useless medical kit.

"Oh, well it's Mrs Finnegan again and she has a loud squawking baby with her, shall I ask her to leave?" Luna asked dreamily, her serene face showing that she was being serious. "And I have something in my bag that will take the edge off pain, would you like some?"

"Really? Erm, you know, I think I'll pass Luna." Harry replied, feeling it was probably best not to know what she used to 'take the edge off pain' with. She was really rather sweet, but if he found out she had brought drugs into work he'd have to fire her. "And you had better send Mrs Finnegan in, if the baby is crying she might want to hurry home." He added hopefully, trying his best to straighten out.

The blonde girl hurried out of the staffroom and Harry followed, making his way over to his office. Every single step made him wince and he sighed with relief when he finally made it to his chair. Much to his dismay, he heard the wails of a distressed child getting louder and all too soon it was in his office, and he had to stand to greet his client.

"Lavender, how are you? And Parvati, what a beautiful child." Harry smiled forcedly, gazing at the bright red screaming girl thrashing about in her mother's arms. The brunette swallowed, and prayed that the session would be over soon.

Luna interrupted the session after what felt like an eternity to Harry, and his heart sank when she announced that his 10 o'clock had arrived and that she had escorted him to the staff lounge. He knew that with the added distraction of having the hot guy from yesterday waiting a few rooms away coupled with a child that was quite possibly possessed, he wouldn't get very far with the rest of the meeting. He figured he'd have to delegate.

"Luna, if it's alright with Mrs Finnegan here, why don't you take Parvati to the Staff lounge and keep her happy until we're done here?" Harry said, his eyes falling on Lavender, whose face lit up.

"Oh, yes. That's fine with me, take her. She likes singing, which might work to shut her up." She said dumping her daughter in a scared looking Luna's arms and falling back into her chair with a broad smile.

Harry was momentarily taken aback by the apparent 'loving tentative' mother's eagerness to offload her daughter on someone she didn't even know. A sudden surge of anger welled up inside Harry at the women's blatant disregard for her own child, and he fought to suppress it. How on earth was he supposed to stand in front of a judge and say that this woman was the correct parent for the child to live with when she was so willing to pass her on to a complete stranger?

Harry's eyes flickered up to a startled Luna as Lavender began patting her nose with a compact mirror shoved in front of her face, and he instantly felt bad for volunteering the blonde girl to ward the screaming bundle of joy when he saw the utter terror on her face. He figured she would be O.K though. She was a girl after all - Girls loved babies, right?

"Luna could you make sure that Mr Malfoy has been offered some tea please?" Harry asked flashing the girl an apologetic smile. She nodded, her actions not quite as dreamy as usual, and turned to leave with the screeching little girl held at arms length.

As Lavender began applying lipstick to her already bright red lips, Harry scowled and wondered how the hell he was going to represent this moronic woman in her quest for custody when he wouldn't even trust her with his cat. And Harry didn't even have a cat! That's how much he didn't trust her - He wouldn't even trust her with his imaginary non-existent cat.

'O.K, that's not good' he thought wryly as he settled down for another half an hour with her. 'At least I'm only 28 minutes away from the hot guy'.

Draco looked up as the blonde hippy girl who had shown him to the 'staff lounge' trotted in with a demon spawn hanging from her hands. The hippy - who had introduced herself as Luna and Draco had promptly renamed 'Loony' in his head - was gazing at the infant with absolute fear and disbelief, and Draco found himself grinning at the sight.

"Oh, hello Draco." She said, her large protruding eyes sliding to land on him. "This is a baby. I've been told it likes singing, but all it's done so far is cry rather loudly." She announced as she sat down beside him, still holding the squirming child away from her body. Much like a bomb.

Draco pressed his lips together and fought the urge to laugh as he processed the odd woman's statement. Shaking his head slightly, and vaguely wondering if she were on drugs, Draco gave her some advice.

"They probably meant she likes to be sung to, not that she sings herself." He smirked.

"Oh, it's a 'she'? How can you tell?" She wondered out loud, and Draco's smirk widened as his gaze swept to the baby in all its pink, frilly dressed glory.

"Just a stab in the dark." He replied, trying his hardest not to laugh at the woman who was quite possibly mentally challenged.

"Would you like some tea?" Luna asked as though the conversation had begun to bore her and she wanted to change the subject. Draco's eyes widened as he imagined the loony hippy attempting to manage a baby and scolding water at the same time.

"Oh, no, no! I'm fine." He said quickly, his eyes now fixed on the still wailing, thrashing child with concern. "Where is her mother?" He asked, hoping that the child didn't belong to the hippy.

"Oh, she's in with Harry. Harry's very good; he shouldn't be too long with her." She replied before turning to him. "Could you just hold it for a minute whilst I go and fetch the play box from reception? I think we have one of those things for the floor that it can sit in and be entertained."

Draco frowned, and not having a chance to reply, the baby was thrust into his hands and the hippy began walking away. "Wait, I could be a lunatic for all you know…" He said only to receive a small unconcerned smile in return and she disappeared out the door.

"Well, more of a lunatic than you." He added under his breath, before turning his attention to the wriggling girl in his arms.

"Hello. I'm Draco….I'm just going to call you…Red Baby. You know if we were in the reception, the shade of your face would go with the colour scheme. However, I'm afraid in here, with it being lilac, you kind of clash. That's never a good thing, Sweetheart. That's sooo embarrassing for you." He laughed to himself and rolled his eyes when he realised he was talking bollocks to an infant that was still crying. Where the hell had that hippy gone?

Draco began bouncing his knee hoping that the rhythm would soothe the girl, but it didn't - she wailed louder.

"Are you really going to make me sing to you?" He asked her, a serious frown on his face which melted into a smile when she giggled slightly.

"Good lord, you're going to melt some hearts." He smiled. "And good work with the 'crying to get what you want' thing. It took me 20 years to learn that - you've got it down in what? 9 months? Seriously advanced. You're a diva in the making."

The baby girl cooed in his arms, and promptly shoved her entire podgy fist in her mouth secreting a fair amount of saliva in the process.

Simply to fill the silence, Draco began to hum, all the while wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into applying for this job. Was this a regular occurrence - having an unknown baby thrust upon you?

Upon seeing the exhausted child's eyes begin to droop as she calmed herself down, Draco continued to hum, occasionally singing various words under his breath, until he was out and out singing to the child.

It was more out of comfort to himself than for the child. Music always seemed to calm him down, and the longer he waited to be interviewed, the more nervous and pessimistic he became.

What the fuck have gotten myself into?

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"O.K, Lavender, I think we've covered a lot of ground today. I'm sure you're desperate to get Parvati back, I'll just go and fetch Luna." Harry smiled forcedly, and suppressing a grimace he stood and made his way out of his office, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it.

That woman hadn't shut up for the entire half hour and she had given no new information. She may as well have just brought some of her friends along and declared it a coffee morning for the usefulness it was.

"Hi, Harry. You look ill, are you sure you don't want anything for your pain?" Luna's dreamy voice inquired, and Harry's stomach dropped when he looked at her to find her carrying a stack of files.

"Erm, Luna, where's Parvati?" He asked, his mind listing possible places the dopey girl could have left the baby. A drawer? Good, God! This place is full of drawers, we might never find her!

"Who?" She replied, a small foreign frown on her face.

Harry's eyes widened as he gazed at her, and his breathing stepped up a notch. "Mrs Finnegan's baby, Luna. The baby I asked you to care for. Remember?" He asked stepping forward and clasping her shoulders, making sure nothing shiny was in her line of vision that could distract her. "The baby, Luna. The baby! Surely, you remember?!"

A moment of blankness appeared on the girl's face before a spark of recognition brightened her eyes. "Oh, yes. She's in the staff lounge with Draco. He's very nice. He told me she was a girl, so he knows about kids."

Harry felt the colour drain from his face as his mouth went slack. "You…you left her with a stranger?! Oh, my god." Harry gasped before he dashed off in a semi hobble towards the staff lounge, his mind trying to block out the fact that his law practice would be shut down if the child wasn't still in the building. Although, he could probably distract the mother with a mirror if need be.

He drew closer to the lounge and his heart began slamming in his chest when he realised how quiet it was. Oh, God, he's kidnapped her! He's a child trafficker who uses his stunning good looks to make unsuspecting office juniors hand over children that aren't theirs.

Drawing up to the door, Harry paused.

"…Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night."

Harry peered through the gap in the door and found the most incredible sight he had ever seen. Parvati was sound asleep, spread out across one of the couches with a row of cushions beside her so she didn't fall off the edge. Not that she would've had a chance to fall, as Draco sat by her feet, his blonde head bowed over her as he softly sung to her. Her chubby little hand gripping his index finger.

"…you alone can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night."

The room went quiet, and Harry watched Draco watching Parvati, a small smile on the blonde's lips as he ever so gently brushed some of her curly brown hair away from her face.

"Huh, you're actually a normal colour when you're not screaming like a banshee." He whispered to the sleeping girl, his odd coloured eyes dancing with amusement. "You know what, Princess? I think we've been forgotten about." He continued in a low voice, only this time he seemed to be talking to himself more than Parvati.

Harry was so enraptured that he forgot that he was actually supposed to be fetching the baby girl. Instead he continued to stare through the crack in the door jam, his eyes fixed on the perfectly angular face of his potential new P.A. Oh, who was he kidding - There was no potential about it. He'd already informed payroll that a Mr Malfoy would be starting the following Monday.

The blonde looked very good in charcoal suit trousers and a white shirt, a tie just a shade lighter than his trousers, and a waistcoat that he left undone. He looked the epitome of sophistication, and Harry straightened his own tie whilst running a hand through his hair self consciously.

Draco pulled a sleek mobile phone from his inside pocket, and after hitting a few buttons he began speaking in a low voice.

"Pans, do you remember you said that, quote 'I have found the most perfect job for you'?…." He paused while the person on the other end of the line replied, his eyebrows rising with each passing second. "…Well, so far I have managed to have a conversation with a woman that makes Forest Gump look like Albert friggin' Einstein, and I'm currently babysitting!" At this point the pulled the phone away from his ear, a scowl springing to his face that made Harry press his lips together to keep from smiling.

"Stop laughing, you little witch….Yes, it is that bad, and I haven't even been interviewed yet! I'm beginning to think that this is the interview. You know, like an endurance test….I am not being paranoid!"

Harry looked around the area surrounding the door and found that he was alone, so he found it safe to make his presence known to the unsuspecting man in the staff lounge. "Oh, yes. I'll get Hermione to look into it when she comes in tomorrow." He said loudly to no one, and he smiled when he heard Draco quickly end his call.

Walking into the room with an apologetic smile, Harry nodded to Draco "Mr Malfoy, hi. I am so sorry about this." He said gesturing to the sleeping tot. "This isn't how we usually work here." He assured, shaking his head. He took a step backward and called for Luna, who appeared out of nowhere and took the stirring baby back to her mother.

Draco stood and straightened out his trousers, swiping his messenger bag from the arm of the couch and fidgeting with it nervously as the hippy escorted his little friend away.

"So, Mr Malfoy. Would you like to follow me?" Harry asked with a smile, his hand extending towards the door.

They walked in silence along a row of cubicles to what appeared to be a small conference room. Draco's eyes flickering around attempting to take in everything before Harry closed the door and gestured for him to sit at the table, whilst the brunette sat on the opposite side. Draco noticed the tiny almost indiscernible wince on Harry's face as he lowered himself into his seat, and Draco vaguely wondered why that was.

"Firstly, before we start I just want to apologize for the mix up in my schedule. Unfortunately things aren't running as smoothly as I'd like, but hopefully that problem should be rectified soon enough." He said with a smile, his sparkling green eyes remaining locked on Draco's the whole time he spoke. "Secondly, I'm sorry that Parvati was left with you. I will be having a word with Luna about that. I'm not sure if you're aware, but I specialise in family law, and sometimes children are brought in to sessions. The welfare of those children is of the up most importance to me, and the fact that a member of my team was so flippant with the safety of a young child is something I cannot and will not over look." He said sternly, and Draco felt oddly mesmerised by the brunette's conviction.

"However, from what I could tell, you did a stellar job. Getting that child to sleep mustn't have been a very easy feat." Harry smiled remembering the little scene he had witnessed back in the staff lounge.

Draco blushed ever so slightly and cleared his throat, preparing to speak to Harry for the first time.

"Yes, she was pretty vocal. It didn't take me long to work out what she wanted, though." He smiled. So, she was called Parvati? If he was honest, he preferred the name Red Baby.

Harry's smile brightened as he shifted in his chair, and Draco felt his eyes travel to the brunette's dishevelled hair. My, my, you really are agonizingly hot, aren't you?

"Intuition. I like that." Harry said, nodding his head slightly. "So, your C.V." he added, his eyes leaving Draco's for the first time to land on the small file in front of the blonde, who hastily handed it to him.

A wave of nausea slammed into him as Harry began leafing through his previous employment record and qualifications, and he began mentally berating himself for putting himself through this ordeal. The man opposite him was obviously qualified up to the eyeballs, and all Draco's C.V showed was that he had GCSEs! GCSEs and no experience. Unless you counted a few odd jobs that only lasted a few weeks at best. However, after much thought the night before, Draco had decided against lying in the employment document. After all, these people were likely to check up on it and if by some miracle of God that he actually got the job; his lack of experience would soon become apparent. Best to be up front, he thought.

"Wow, you attended Durmstrang Academy? Impressive. I expect that was very intense." Harry commented, a certain amount of awe in his voice that was unexpected.

Draco wasn't used to people recognising the name of the school he had attended. Durmstrang Academy was a prestigious boarding school that only children of the aristocratic elite were privy to attend.

"Actually, it was surprisingly laid back. Although, it was definitely the sort of place that shapes a person." Draco replied wryly. He'd lost his virginity at Durmstrang. The selection of guys there had very much shaped him as a person. His sexuality had never stood a chance.

"I see you have a 4 year gap between school and your first job for Miss Parkinson at Slytherin Designs." Harry noted, his eyes drifting from the file up to the blonde's face, curiously.

He couldn't quite work out why someone who had attended Durmstrang (Durmstrang!!!) would apply to be a secretary? That school churned out politicians and heart surgeons, for crying out loud.

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair as Harry raised the subject he had been dreading the most, and he knew that once he replied to it he would most definitely be rejected for the position. He just hoped that Harry wouldn't call him out on the lie.

"I was trying to find myself." He said, a forced smile sliding onto his face. God, he sounded so stupid, but he knew that the truth was worse. So he lied.

Harry's eyebrows shot up and he chuckled softly as he returned his focus back to the paper in front of him. "It took you four years?" He enquired with a sly smile.

"I have a terrible sense of direction." Draco replied, and the knot in his stomach loosened ever so slightly when Harry laughed. A light tinkling laugh that showed he was amused by the joke rather than the situation.

"Me, too." He retorted. "So, I'm guessing by the fact that you're sitting here that you found yourself safe and sound?" The brunette continued, carrying on the light joking banter, once again adjusting his position in his chair with a small wince.

"Eventually." Draco nodded. "Look, I know I don't have any experience, but I'm a fast learner and what I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm." He said, leaning forward in his chair as though to drive the point home to Harry. He could tell from the cheeky grin on Harry's face that the brunette got the point.

"Oh, I don't doubt it." He breathed, gazing at Draco's face for a long moment.

As though realising what he was doing, Harry looked away and back at the C.V, and Draco let go of the breath he was holding. Bloody hell, those eyes should come with a health warning, he thought incredulously as his heart fluttered around his chest.

"So, if you don't mind me saying - your name - it's very unusual." The brunette commented after a moment of silence as he stared at the perfect italic handwriting that spelled out Draco's name on the paper.

The blonde seemed to prefer this part of the conversation because his smile changed from forced to a warmer genuine quirk of his lips. "Yes, my parents were rather creative, weren't they? Draco is Latin - meaning dragon. Malfoy is French - meaning bad faith. It's almost like the name the enemy of a superhero has, isn't it? He finished with a soft laugh, and Harry felt his stomach clench pleasantly at the sound, and he couldn't help but mimic the gesture.

Again, Harry wondered what the blonde was doing there. How could someone so charismatic, and of obvious aristocracy judging by his choice of schooling, be sat in front of Harry - who attended a local comprehensive - without a single career prospect?

"I'm sorry, I have to ask, to attend Durmstrang you must be of a certain…breeding. I mean to say, that not your average Joe could walk in from off the street and expect to attend. I'm sorry to be crass, but you're of obvious wealth - Why wouldn't you hold out for a job with more…status?" Harry asked, his forehead forming a curious frown that unnerved Draco. Unnerved in the sense that he felt compelled to answer when he didn't actually want to.

"Sometimes life shows you that it's the small things that give you the biggest rewards. Big dreams and aspirations often lead to a big fall - A lesson I learned the hard way. I'm not looking for status…just the reward of doing a days work. If I indirectly make someone's life a little better because of that work, then it was job well done." Draco shrugged, and he could tell by shift in Harry's facial expression that he had said something right. The brunette positively glowed as he processed the remark, and Draco felt his hopes finally make an appearance. Could that one comment actually get him this job?

"Good answer." Harry smirked. "Look, I had this whole interview procedure planned out, however from what I've learned about you so far, I really don't think there's any point." he continued, shaking his head as he once again gazed at Draco's handwriting, paying no attention to the actual words.

Draco's hope instantly died and he felt an almost painful sense of disappointment slam into him. He didn't have the job, he was being rejected.

"I can already tell that you'll be perfect." Harry breathed, his gaze totally focused on the blonde man in front of him. Yes, absolutely perfect.

Draco's expression was so disbelieving that Harry almost laughed, however he sensed that that would probably be the wrong thing to do. There was something about the blonde that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on, but it was something that he wanted to uncover. The way the other man spoke of his past was like lighting a spark of curiosity inside Harry. He didn't believe the whole 'Trying to find himself' excuse for a minute, however for the moment it was O.K, he would live with it.

He found himself wanting to know what Draco's dreams and aspirations had been, and what had caused them to be so completely dashed and he figured that the blonde would likely tell him if and when he wanted to and not a second before.

"Are you being serious?" Draco asked, his tone as disbelieving as his expression. "I've…I've got the job?…You're giving me the job?"

Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the blonde. "Yes, I'm offering you the job. You'll obviously need some training; you'll probably shadow another P.A for a few days to get the basic gist of the job. However, everyone works differently - I won't necessarily expect the same things of you as Hermione would her P.A - but it helps to get a feel for the job from someone with similar responsibilities. Sound O.K?" He asked, and the fluttering of butterflies erupted in his stomach as he watched Draco's smile become brighter and brighter the longer he spoke. The blonde seemed truly flabbergasted when he replied.

"Yes, of course, that sounds great." He laughed, shaking his head as though he couldn't believe his luck.

"I must warn you though, you may be required to work some unsociable hours if I get a demanding case, and there may be instances where you're required to accompany me to trials and such - in which case your travel and accommodation would be paid for by the company and you would be paid overtime."

Draco subtly pinched his leg under the table and was truly surprised when he didn't wake up and find that he was having the world's best dream. He was being offered a great job where he'd sometimes get to travel, stay in a hotel and get paid for it…with the most gorgeous guy on the planet??? It must be God loves Draco day!

"That's fine with me." He replied, and the smile that appeared on Harry's face made Draco's heart grind to halt. It was simply breathtaking.

"Fantastic." He breathed, swivelling around on his chair and making to stand. However, the small winces he had been trying to hide had all grouped together to give him a fierce stab of pain in which he couldn't disguise. Gasping rather loudly, he clamped his teeth over his bottom lip and gripped the table for support.

Draco's eyes widened at the display of distress, and as he watched one of Harry's hands fly down and support his lower back he finally understood the awkward movements and winces of pain.

He had backache.

"Hey, are you O.K?" The blonde enquired, tilting his head so he could see Harry's eyes from beneath his fringe that had fallen forward, and with a deep breath, the brunette pushed himself up straight and swallowed so hard his Adam's apple bobbed about in his throat.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a case of sciatica, I think." Harry replied, and he suppressed the urge to follow through on giving Draco his first duty. Although, he really could do with a massage.

"Well, if you come back at 8am Monday morning we can get you started with your training, and you'll have to fill out a ton of paper work so you should bring bank details etc." Harry informed as he made his way round the table toward the door. Draco stood and followed suit, his face so happy he looked as though he might burst.

"Sounds great." The blonde replied as they began to make their way to the doors that led to the reception. Noticing Harry's near grimace, Draco stopped. "Thank you for this opportunity, Mr Potter." He smiled, holding his hand out to the brunette, who wrapped his fingers around Draco's in another firm handshake.

"You're welcome. And, please, call me Harry." He requested, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

"I'll find my way out, you don't need to walk any further then you have too." Draco insisted, reluctantly pulling his hand from Harry's and adjusting the shoulder strap of his bag. "I'll see you Monday." He added, not giving Harry a chance to insist that he take him any further.

"That you will. Have a good weekend, Draco." Harry smiled, as he leant against the nearest wall.

Draco turned and began walking away when he remembered something. Opening his bag and rummaging as he walked, he found what he was looking for and turned back to find Harry watching him.

"Catch." Draco said before throwing the box at Harry, whose hand flew out, catching it easily. "Nice." Draco commented, impressed at the brunette's reflexes.

Without another word, he turned and made his way out of the door, a huge grin plastered across his face as he considered the best way to trick Pansy into thinking he had blown it.

Harry looked down at the box Draco had thrown to him, a small laugh escaping his lips as he glanced back up at the doors in time to see the blonde glide through them.

As he looked back down at the box of aspirin Harry thought it was ironic that Draco's first duty as P.A was helping to relieve his back pain.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Thank you reading and reviewing. It really does make my day xxx