I immediately stood when I heard my old boss grunt out my name. Stopping only to gracefully fix the creases in my custom made suit. I may have jumped up at Grants beck and call but I'll be damned if I didn't walk over slowly. I'm a Malfoy after all, he thought to himself. I took in Grants appearance as I leisurely strolled over; heavy build grey blue eyes with a thick neck and strong large hands. Grant reminded me of my father in ways. He had a demeanour and aura of power that could intimidate anyone with a half a brain to recognize it. He had a strong mind for business and was a very successful wealthy man but he also had a wealth of things my father lacked, a heart being the most prominent difference between the two men and a conscious. Behind his tough exterior Grant was a good man with a good soul. He had a wife and three kids and despite his appearance was an amazing family man. I admired and looked up to him in many ways, I never said it out loud but I worked like a mad man for endless hours under his direction. It embarrasses me to admit it but I want to impress him... maybe even be like him. Sometimes I think I can have what he has but I also fear my soul may be too tainted by the past. I sighed and let the thoughts go from my mind as I reached his desk.
"Draco," Grant said in a tone that suggested he was about to reveal something big. "You see those empty hallways there just to the left of the auror offices?"
I swiftly turned my neck to observe the state of my floor. It looked like the same old seventh floor to me It was shaped like a long oval with floors made out of marble. At one end of the oval contained our law firm. We only took up the tip of the oval not because we were unimportant but because there was only an elite few. The insides of our office contained an extension of the marble floors from the hall but the desks and book shelves were a beautiful mahogany wood. It was a classy design as we only entertained expensive clients including the Minister himself. Directly to my left were the auror offices. They took up the entire left side of the long oval shaped floor and contained strategy rooms and work cubicles. Just as I looked over I saw Potter, Blaise and the Weasel emerge from their auror offices laughing together. They cut across the oval and crossed over to the large gymnasium which took up the large part of the right side of the floor. The gym was a perk for everyone on the seventh floor but mostly used for auror training.
"Eh Draco want to come for an ass whooping?!" Blaise yelled teasingly as he spotted him through the open glass door of Grants office.
"No thanks some of us have real work to do!" I retorted
Potter just laughed and waved while Weaslebee jokingly rubbed his fists together in an attempt to look tough. It may appear weird that two thirds of the Golden Trio and I could act civil towards each other and it wasn't always that way. In fact the summer after the war when people from the Order of Pheonix volunteered to rebuild the school they were known to pleased to see me come around. A lot of people tried to attack me verbally and physically and I just let them. I was too tired to fight and I had honestly thought I deserved it. Then one day when a group of particular nasty girls were whispering rude things about me loudly to get me wound up Potter walked over and shut them all up. It was ironic that after everything my family and I had done to him he was the one to approach me. We had a conversation that I'll never forget. He was the first person outside of Blaise and a rare few others that I thought understood that you can't chose your family and that maybe I made the wrong choices all for them. After that moment things slowly improved until most of the students in the school could at least be civil with one another.
I snapped out of my thoughts and brought back to the present as I felt Grants eyes on me. I let my eyes wander past the gym past the elevator lift over to the other tip of the oval that contained empty space. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary there and I chuckled to myself as I looked slightly past the empty offices to the ridiculous poles Potter had the department put in. When Potter became one of the top aurors he demanded the floor have at least three exits. So now not only did our floor have an elevator lift, it also had a large spiraling staircase that was inbetween the law and auror offices which could be used to go up and down floors, but we also had two of what Potter explained was a muggle "firemans" pole to the left. One pole went all the way down to the first floor and the other pole went down to the main cafeteria even though our floor had a tiny make shift kitchen with a couple tables for all of us. It was more of a floor joke then anything seriously used for auror business.
"I don't see anything special sir," I said.
"Well you see Draco those empty offices are going to be filled soon with a new department." Grant said effectively sparking my interest.
"Really what are they creating?" I asked.
"No name for you yet, but they told me they needed a talented intelligent lawyer to work through all the legalities of starting the department up. Someone sharp enough to not only approve and disapprove law but to actually create new laws for the ministry. This is going down in the history of the Wizarding World." Grant said profoundly. "And that somebody is you Draco."
My mouth fell open I did not know what to say.
"I I I..." I stuttered.
"Shut it Draco stop stuttering like a common knight bus driver before I change my mind. The position is yours effective immediately. Now I suggest you go make the finest tea you can in that shitty little cafeteria of ours and walk yourself over to the empty rooms and meet your new partner."
"Thank you" I said still honoured and shocked at what Grant had done for me and I went and grabbed a tea one milk two sugars and walked over the ugly brown empty offices.
I went over in my head as to how I would introduce myself. This opportunity did not come commonly to just a 20 year old like myself. I put on my Malfoy charm. It's not like me to get nervous anyways I must be hanging out with Potter too much for all this humble mumbo jumbo to be running through my mind.
I smirked my trade mark smirk. Ahh much better. I opened the rickety old wooden door that had yet to be refurbished and stood flabbergasted at what I saw.
Behind a large old wooden desk sat a tiny little house elf who was wearing ridiculously large glasses and a poorly knitted beanie on her head.
"Ahh are you here to see Misses?" The tiny house elf squeaked. It rose out of its chair and I stared at it with a mixture of confusion and laughter playing on my face because the tiny thing was wearing a small business suit. Is this a joke?
The house elf quickly grabbed the tea from my hand. "I am Booky and this tea must be for Misses I will give it to her now have a seat."
I looked back across the floor at the law firm and back at the rickety old wooden chair Booky invited me to sit in. Is this some kind of joke Grant is playing on me? Well if so I will stay here and I will definitely have the last word. No one pranks a Malfoy not even Grant!
"Mmm one milk two sugars just how I love it" I heard an alluring and somewhat familiar female voice say. I craned my neck to try and peek through the mess of drywall to see whom the attractive voice belonged too. I leaned forward in my chair to get a better angle when I heard a little creek in the blasted old chair! Next thing you know I'm face down on this dirty old floor mucking up my expensive suit! I groaned someone is going to play for this.
"Well hello there," I heard the soft attractive voice say. How embarrassing. I looked slightly up as a small hand reached out towards me to give me a lift. My eyes travelled from the petite hand up her wrist and scanned over a very familiar looking scar. Mudblood. I let my face fall back to the ground and inwardly groaned to myself. This was going to be a long day.
