A/N: Some of the contents in this story might be linked with my previous story, but it does not hinder the reader's understanding of the plot.

As I read the previous chapters myself I am very ashamed with the typos and grammers. But oh well, as long as the readers can understand.

Blaise Zabini walked across the noisy club and the marble floors. He frowned, and turned towards his friend, Draco, and said, "Draco. Look at this."

Draco Malfoy looked up, and saw the Squib table. It's as noisy as ever, but this time, something unusual is going on. It is the fact that there are more than usual number of people gathered around it.

"What's going on?" Draco frowned.

Blaise narrowed his eyes, and then said, "It appears to be Agassi Greengrass and Pearl Parkinson occupying that table."

Draco lost his interest. He flicked a strand of his hair out of the way and said, "let them play."

Blaise looked at Draco for a moment, then turned away, and said, "If you let all of the purebloods play free here, you are going to be bankrupt."

Draco laughed loudly, attracting viewers.

Blaise turned his eyes back to the table. Indeed. Those two women are merely middle aged witches that have of no use to them. But their daughters and sons are of immense use to Draco.

Speaking of daughters, Blaise thought of Astoria. He chuckled at the thought.

Draco lifted an eyebrow.

Blaise merely said, "The little Latin joke you played on her."

"I was merely looking out for you." Draco said, "You haven't had a shag for so long I was wondering if you manly part has fallen off or not."

"And you think she would catch my eye?"

"I honestly did not think that she would actually say it."

"….."

"I mean, seriously, Blaise. Can't you think of a… dumber person than her?"

Blaise sighed.

Draco bowed his head like a naughty little boy, "I'm sorry Blaise. She –"

"Don't mention her name."

Draco rolled his eyes, "She-who-must-not-be-named came to Hades a couple of days ago."

"What for?"

"With Harpies. They came in to sign a contract."

Blaise sighed again.

"Let me buy you a drink, it's good for you." Draco said, "Let's get you someone to hook up with."

"Go to hell."

"Already in it."

I strode in to Draco's office, and looked at his breathtaking hot body, and gulped.

He saw that.

"Astoria. Do you see the 5 portkeys in front of you?" He asked in that seductive voice of his.

I nodded. They are all feather quills.

"I need to know where they lead and what you see when you get there."

"When I get there?"

"Yes, of course. When you get there."

"I need to test them?"

"Naturally."

"And you don't actually know where they go?"

"No."

Oh Malfoy, go to hell.

"Are you serious?" I asked as he motioned for me to step forward and touch the first quill.

"Quite." He said.

I stared at him, "What if I die?"

"Tell you what." He leaned back against his chair, and said, "if you don't die, then I will take you to Lola's."

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious? You would let me order whatever I want?"

"To your heart's desire."

I immediately touched the first portkey.

It's actually not so bad, aside from the nauseating spinning of the earth.

At first, I thought this place was completely dark, but after a while my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I found while actually, I am in a… graveyard.

I shuddered, looking at the various tombstones in the cold air.

Ok, mission accomplished. I touched the portkey, and back to Malfoy's office.

"This is a graveyard." I said.

He nodded approvingly. "Very well. Go on."

I touched the second quill.

It actually teleported me to Zabini's office. He was doing paper work. I quickly teleported back before he yells at me.

"Mr. Malfoy." I said breathlessly, "You suck."

"Excuse me?" Draco Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

I quickly touched the third portkey.

This time I was teleported to Diagonal Ally, in the back of a very suspicious ally with a very suspicious man selling very suspicious things.

I quickly teleported back, and said, "That was Diagonal Ally!"

"Oh." Draco said, "go on."

I touched the third portkey tentatively, and immediately I was transported to a cage.

I was not alone in the cage. There was a three headed dog. It opened its six eyes and roared at me.

I lost conscious for a second, but then quickly had the sense to teleport out of there, and this time, when I saw Draco Malfoy's face, I lung across the desk and right at him, attempting to strangle him.

"I quit! I quit!" I yelled while attempting murder.

"Get off!" he yelled louder.

"What's going on in here!" Blaise barged in, and pulled me off of him.

"I hate you!" I yelled, then ran out of the office and back to my cubical, and conjured up a pillow on my desk, buried my head in the pillow and refuse to work.

I stayed like that until it's almost time to go home. When I heard Draco's voice above my head.

"Astoria. Are you sick?"

"Yes." I said bitterly, refusing to move an inch.

"That's too bad."

"I don't have the will to move anymore." I said.

"Ok, then I guess I will go to Lola's all by my self…" He said.

This made me sprung up from my pillow like a spring, and immediately said, "I want to go I want to go! I want to order Creme Caramel, Rose butterbeer, Honey Glazed Beet, Oil fried Poisson, Baby ribs in gravy…."

He raised an eyebrow, "so you are still able to move."

I laughed awkwardly.

When went by carriage. It wasn't nearly as much as riding as there is flying. The Phoenix that was pulling on the carriage apparently doesn't quite understand carriage customer satisfaction. It took everything in my power in order to not puke in Malfoy's lap.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked while gracefully swirling a glass of champagne.

"How can you not be sick?" I asked.

"Oh, I drank a potion that prevents me from having motion sickness."

"…"

We finally arrives at Lola's, Draco walked in like he owns the place, all servers bow to him, and he picked the table. We sat down, by then I was already too hungry to care about his status in society, so I ordered almost 5 dishes.

When the dishes came on to the table, I suddenly became self conscious. None of us made a move towards the food. But I am so, so, so hungry, I couldn't take it anymore. So I cleared my throat, and said to him, "Mr. Malfoy… you look extra handsome today."

"Really? I do?" He asked, obviously smug.

"Yes, yes. Positively delicious." I said, hoping to dig in to my meal soon.

He chuckled at my chose of words, then said, "Ok, you may continue stare at me a little longer."

"…."

So I have no choice but to glue my eyes on to him.

His smile sparkled brighter than ever, and then at last, he laughed and said, "Dig in."

And so I ate.

He didn't seem to be surprised by my appetite. I ate as much as I could; he merely sipped some wine and poked at some mushrooms.

"Slow down." He said, "Don't choke."

"I won't." I said, "It's not everyday that I get to eat stuff like this."

"Why not?"

"I'm trying to save for the future. Besides, mother gambles like crazy."

"I see."

"But you are lucky. You eat here all the time, right?"

Malfoy didn't reply. Instead he took another sip of his wine.

I continued to say, "You are really born into luxury. Everything you want just fall right out of the sky and into your lap. I think I am so jealous of how lucky you are."

"You can live like this too." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"There is always connection by marriage."

I immediately frowned, "that's what my sister does. I don't want a life like that. I don't want to end up marrying a really old dude just to get his money."

"What would you like then?"

"I want to look for a man that is dependable, nice to me only, is a gentleman, and is very considerate and sweet, with high morals, and if he comes with money then I guess that's a bonus." I said.

"And you can't think of anyone in your life like that?"

"Not really."

He frowned, and inched closer, "Really? Not a single person fits your description?"

"No." I said, while continued to stuff myself with his let over mushrooms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I said.

He then suddenly lied back on his chair, and looking very pissed off.

By the time I finishes, he swirls his wine gracefully and ask how I would like to pay for the food.

I stared at him, "What? I thought you are treating me."

"No, I merely said I would take you here, I never said I would actually pay." He said, smiling.

"… …"

I checked my wallet, and said, "But I don't have any gold on me…"

"Oh? You don't?"

"Can you pay me my salary…"

"No. Employment rules."

"Then how am I going to pay for all this?" I wailed, wanting to cry.

"I can leave you here to wash dishes." He said.

I stared at him.

"Or…" he said, "I suppose I can lend you some gold."

"…."

So we walked out of Lola's with Draco Malfoy paying for the whole thing anyways.

"How do you expect to pay me back?" He asks lazily as we approached his carriage.

"What do you want?" I asked, obviously pissed off.

"Mhmm… You should come to my house tonight."

I stood there in the night, and was at a loss for words.