Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!
Chapter 52
"Wrapped so Pretty"
"Hello. . I say, hello in here, anyone home!" The barrister's voice came sailing from below and the two men stepped out onto the balcony once more. "Aaah Mr. Malfoy, you lads sure know how to throw one hell of a party." He looked around at the rubble scatter floor. "Mr. Malfoy I'm here to get your seal of approval, I sent the report as you asked did you get it."
"BALLIMORE! YOU BET YOU'RE LOW LIFE ASS I GOT IT!"
Ballimore's grin vanished at once. "Well, where is it." He asked.
Draco was storming down the stairs two at a time. "I'm about to shove it clear up your legal ass."
"Well before you get all wadded in a knot over a few misspelled words Mr. Malfoy, let me assure you that the entire thing will be top notch before it hits tomorrow's headlines. So you need to make a decision if you would prefer to cut the check out to St. Mungos facility or if you'd prefer to pay Miss Brown directly. I personally advise for you to launder the money through the Healer's Administrative Board, there at St. Mungos, that way—"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!" shouted Draco.
"Oh I think you do!" Petur shouted back and balled his hands into a fists. "Tis is the scum you hired to ruin 'Ermione career!"
"I beg your pardon sir." Said the barrister, and he flipped out a silvery platinum business card, with an exact replica of himself smiling brightly on it. "I'm not scum, no indeed, My name is Ballimore. Sir, Ballimore Sutcliffe, Magical-legal advisor and professional consort for golden advice and superior representation. . . here take a few more for your friends, I just put in for another order today."
Petur cursed under his breath, and slapped the attorney's hand away, the card with sailing in the air. The barrister, now seemed to get the idea that he'd arrived at a bad time. Petur cracked his knuckles. "Explain it now dunghead, or do you expect for me to t`ink this is all his idea?"
"Damn right it is!"
The barrister smiled widely like a shark. "Plausible deniability, also one of your father's favorite tactics of defense. But after years of working for you father, do keep in mind Mr. Malfoy I have learned -"
"-shut up! Ballimore!" ordered Draco. "I didn't put you up to this. You put this whole damn thing together on your own."
"Wa—wa-wa O-Outragious!" steamed the barrister. "Are you denying that you didn't order me and my staff to investigate Miss Granger's past? And are you denying that you personally hired me to find out where she was most vulnerable and use it against her. If you are attempting to deny any association to this little charade, let me forewarn you that I have our entire conversation recorded for future reference"
"Ballimore you're fucking fired!" screamed Draco.
"Yes, yes Mr. Malfoy if you insist, your father fires me at least fifty times a year, just for the pure pleasure of it. However, I'm here to get this business arrangement underway." He tucked his thumb inside his waistband and rocked back on his heels.
Draco pointed his finger directly into to the older man's face. "You said that your investigation didn't turn up anything, you said that she didn't have any dark secrets. That she was brilliant and dedicated to her work, and that it was the world to her."
"Oh yes sir, it does, I mean she is." Assured the barrister, he then turned to Petur "But he didn't need a team of detectives to figure that out."
"So you took it upon yourself to cook up a lot of lies about her is that it?" asked Petur sternly, looking between the both of them.
"Oh no! no indeed, to be honest, I admire the woman. But I had to complete a job." There was a pop and suddenly a slip of paper floated down between the three men. "After the first few leads on Miss Granger turned out to be dead ends. I dropped the whole thing for a while, and left it to my detectives and legal staff."
"Your both a load of filthy liars and I think, I should pound both your faces into the dirt. Non! ze lawyer vould not put something like this together vit'out authorization from you Malfoy."
"He had my authorization at the start, but not for this." sneered Draco through his teeth.
"So you gave him the ok, and then you bloody forgot to tell him to back off, is that it? And I'm just suppose to buy that?"
"Precisely!" said Ballimore "he never closed the case, and in the mean time, I was due a vacation. Of course I'd check in from time to time, but still nothing. . . But then that's when I decided to locate her former sweetheart."
"What are you blabbering about, she doesn't have a former sweetheart!" Shouted Draco, his nostrils were flaring, stretched and opened ready to spit flames any moment.
"Oh yes Sir, young Mr. Malfoy she does. . .well did —does, Ronald Weasley, ring any bells for you? Former classmate of yours. Red hair, freckles. . . a Gryffindor!"
Draco's entire face was boiling with rage. He hated Weasley, and the idea of the loser touching his wife in any way, ever, made him want to blast his freckled face clear off the planet.
"So, I put a suspension on my vacation, came back to London and found Mr. Weasley. And that's when I meet up with his fiancé, Ms. Brown. She a delightful girl, just a bit overly eccentric, not very level headed either. Now their relationship was on the rocks. I mean the whole thing was a mess, but the poor dear she loves her Ronnikins. My arriving lead her to believe that Hermione was attempting to win back his love. To be honest she should have been delighted, she was working two jobs and handling everything. He hadn't held a stable job for more than one month at a time. The lad suffers from a extreme fear of spiders. Wildest thing I ever seen, tore the whole place apart during our last interview in my office."
The barrister then held out the slip of paper. "Which brings us here," he said
"Where?" asked Petur
"Well the check of course. Miss Lavender has done her part, gathering the dirty little details and Mr. Weasley pitch in a tale or two, but the main killer, the shark behind the massacre was Miss Lavender Brown, a witch after my own heart, through and through. Now she simply needs to be paid."
Petur tighten both his fists. "Are you done?" he asked the blabbering attorney.
"Why yes — Yes I do believe that sums it all up."
"Good!" Petur reared back and knocked Ballimore out cold. The barrister flew eagle spread along the foyer floor. "Filthy, bloodsucking, vampire bastard!" he rubbed his knuckles to ease the pain, then looked at Draco. "Your turn dunghead."