Draco apparated to the Daily Prophet's offices and waltzed right up to the secretary,
"Hello, may I speak to the editor?" Draco said as he laid the "Malfoy charm" on thick,
"Certainly," the pretty blonde told him "take a seat, Mr. Brewiss will be right with you."
"Thank you," Draco slowly looked down to her name plate "Ms. Everdon."
"You're so welcome!" The young woman was almost falling out of her seat.
He sat down in a black chair, I still got it. Looking smug with a signature smirk on his face he waited.
"He'll see you now, sir." The blonde said as she batted her eyelashes
"Thank you." He flashed that signature smirk yet again. The woman never stood a chance, it's just too easy. Draco walked into the editor's office, and shook the editor's hand.
"What brings you here, son?" Mr. Brewiss said. Mr. Brewiss was the type man that was clean cut. His tie always matched his shirt; his socks went with his shoes, and he never took "no" for an answer. Draco visualized himself looking and acting a lot like Mr. Brewiss when Draco got older. Only the older Draco would have a better job and a much bigger salary.
"I was reading the paper this morning; you are doing such a fabulous job by the way, it flows so well" Draco knew that the best way to get what he wanted was through flattery.
"Thank you, things have been much smoother since Hermione Granger replaced Rite Skeeter."
"I bet, she always was one to get things done." Draco said the semi-smile wiped from his face. "I actually came to talk to you about an article Granger wrote;"
"Yes, Hermione has given new life to Quidditch Section." Mr. Brewiss replied.
"I was wondering if she was covering our game against the Falcons." Draco said "We really could use the publicity and I'm sure the Daily Prophet could need some more sponsors."
"She was going to cover the Wasps/Kestrels game, but we could arrange something." Mr. Brewiss smiled nervously; he knew that the paper needed the funding.
"I'm sure we could." Draco smirked.
Draco left feeling on top of the world, his team would finally get a good article and the weasel would not. It was a huge bonus that the weasel's girlfriend was writing this article instead of the Wasp's. Life was good but Draco couldn't help notice something was missing. He pushed it to the back of his mind when he saw a sexy brunette just walk past him and go into the leaky caldron. He quickly changed the direction and followed the woman to the back. He planned to buy her a drink, take her home, never learn her name, or call her back.