A/N: Thank you to those of you who enjoyed my previous story Yes, Ferret. I enjoyed writing it. Two Weeks Notice is one of my favourite romcoms :) Thanks for the reviews/favourites etc for the prologue.

Prologue

He got up and walked over to her, standing too close, looking down, "Work for me. You will have access to more resources you can imagine. I will even personally actively support this whole fair wage movement and promise you that it will get passed within a year. You just have to say yes, Granger. Think about how this will support the creatures, think about how this will increase tolerance for the muggles, use that overly stuffed brain of yours and think. Come to the dark side."

His eyes were dancing with mirth as he winked at her, turned towards the door and strolled out calling behind him.

"You start on Monday."

Chapter 1

A few weeks later

Malfoy:

I accept.

Hermione

Although Malfoy had thought he had cinched the deal, it took her a week, seven hours and thirteen minutes to admit that although she would be dancing with the devil, her impact would be quicker and more effective if she used his evil money for good instead of…well…evil.

He wasn't kidding about the resources.

In the beginning she was floored with the amount of…things and people she had at her disposal. The budget and personnel were three times the amount she had at the Ministry. Not to mention how quickly things seemed to get done. She was there no less than a month and everything seemed to happen…well…magically. Despite her misgivings, she had accomplished more both in her Muggle Division and in heading up the Malfoy Foundation than she had done in three years at the Ministry. She felt a little dirty, and often like a sell-out with Dumbledore's chant of "for the greater good" echoing in her head. But, when the first article came out about Malfoy Industries' pledge to gain fair treatment of all creatures, she nearly wept. It made her slightly angry that she had been working herself dry for years, and in three weeks Draco Malfoy had done what she couldn't. Damn him and his father's money.

But, now was not the time for complaining, he had hired the best and that was what she was determined to be. She had hired a team, laid out a strategic plan, and created an initial launch idea, tying it back in with the Malfoy Foundation, and of course, her Fair Wage legislation.

The most disturbing part was the fact that Malfoy seemed to have taken a complete hands-off approach to the whole deal now that she was working for him.

Malfoy,

Attached is a draft of the proposed plan to acquire Muggle cellular technology. Please let me know when you are free to discuss the project.

-Hermione

Granger,

Plan looks good. Please proceed.

DM

She rarely saw him, he signed off on virtually everything via inter-departmental memos. He seemed to have given her a full and complete carte blanche on the whole thing. She didn't know if she should be weary of the whole thing, or feel flattered by his confidence in her. He did say she was the best.

Two weeks after that…

"For Merlin's sake, does anyone not have a clue how to solve a problem around here?!"

Hermione flinched as she heard Malfoy's voice bellow from the conference room.

She may have not been interacting with him directly, but she often heard him ranting and raving around the office. He had never directed any of his anger at her in the past five weeks, but his cold voice sent shivers down her spine.

The ranting became louder as she approached the marketing team's office which was next to the conference room Malfoy was currently using for his latest dramatic production. He was working with the promotions team and as with every meeting, he seemed to lose his patience fairly quickly. She kept her head down and tried to pass as quietly as possible.

"GRANGER!"

Shit. Her head snapped up.

"Yes?" she said gathering her Gryffindor courage and entering the room. There were papers strewn about and Malfoy's hair was completely disheveled. The promotions team looked terrified.

He barely looked at her.

"Granger, the promotions team has just suggested we use dragons as theme for our re-launch. They want to do a dragon show."

Her eyes narrowed.

"What?" she asked, trying to keep the disdain from her voice.

She saw Malfoy turn to her from the corner of his eye.

"Yes," he drawled sarcastically, "dragons."

She could understand the yelling now.

"Granger, we have less than two weeks to the re-launch. What do you think we should do?"

She turned to him with a strange look on her face. Why was he asking her?

He stared back waiting for her to say something.

She looked at some of the plans on the table, there were several suggestions mapped out, none of them particularly good.

She closed her eyes and went to her thinking place.

Snapping her fingers she turned to Malfoy and grinned.

"Malfoy Industries has a strong traditional reputation, but we are moving to a new innovative approach. What better place to do the re-launch then Diagon Alley Square? It's historical, but has been rebuilt and enhanced with new innovative thought. It's right next to Muggle London, great publicity for the new division. And its very, very public, so we can make a couple of commitments on behalf of the Foundation..."

She snapped her fingers again.

"I've got it! We'll set up a scholarship for Hogwarts students to Flourish and Blott's! Tuition may be free, but some families struggle with all the additional expenses. This way we are investing in both Hogwarts and Diagon Alley."

Silence.

She stopped short and looked as everyone was staring at her. Draco was looking at her hard.

She looked down. This wasn't even her division and she was going to get yelled at – she never said she was a marketing genius, he's the one that asked for her opinion!

After a few tense moments, Draco spoke.

"My goodness Granger, I knew you were the smartest bloody witch of our year, but do you have an answer for everything?"

Her head popped back up. He was looking at her with an amazed expression.

"I'm getting you a bigger office," he said finally and walked out the door.

One month after that…

"Look, if your financial projections aren't accounting the anticipated inflation, then you'll likely be screwed by the time we hit fourth quarter," Hermione explained exhaustedly.

He had waltzed in to her office (as he had been doing all month) and demanding Hermione's attention with respect to another department's budget. He wandered around her office idly as she read over the sheet, picking up little knick knacks and things she had acquired making the office look a little less Malfoy Industries and a little more Hermione, save-the-anything, Granger. He idly looked at the sneakoscope he had given her as a joke. She had laughed and said that it was brilliant because she would always know when he was in the vicinity. Ten minutes later he was sitting in the chair across from her, listening to her recommendations.

He could have gone to his finance guy, but he came to her instead.

"I need you at a client meeting this afternoon," he said after taking in her recommendations.

"Malfoy, I have a meeting in London with a potential partner for insurance on the wizard-tech patent. Take someone else," she said dismissively. He had been doing this to her for weeks.

"Excellent, we can go to my meeting first and then I'll come with you to yours. We can get lunch in between," he had her calendar in his hand and was flipping through it.

"If I come with you, I won't get my proposal done for your Muggle-cation idea to present to the board," she retorted, rubbing her eyes.

He looked at her closely, "Granger, you are far too tense. A little lunch will do you good. If the proposal isn't done for tomorrow, it can wait until next month to present to the board."

"Malfoy, we are already so behind, don't you want to see your idea go through," she almost whined, too tired to argue like a professional.

He shrugged and stood.

"No time for dawdling Granger, I'll be back for you in an hour."

And yet another month later

"And that is why, we need to ensure that ALL creatures are being treated equitable. It is not enough to not abuse them, we must give them an equal footing to embark upon knowledge sharing and harmonious relations," Hermione whispered along as she watched Malfoy deliver the words the crowd.

People were clapping. She knew a lot of it was fake, but there were some nods of approval. Malfoy was a natural charmer, at least he was good for something. She was still tired from all the extra work he had been piling on her, but at least it was worth it to move her legislation through.

"You look pensive, did I miss a line?" his voice boomed from above where she was sitting. She was in the back corner, never very keen to the limelight, which is always seemed to be basking in.

"You were fine," she said conversationally, not wanting to stroke his ego.

"Fine?! I was bloody fantastic, I almost believed that I wrote those words when I was speaking them," he intoned, "I should get an award."

She rolled her eyes. She had been around him enough that his words didn't bother her anymore.

"What are you doing in the corner?" He asked her, "come to think of it, you're always in the corner at all our events. Ashamed of being seen working for the evil empire?"

His tone wasn't harsh; he sounded more amused then anything.

"No, although I probably should be. I don't mind being back here, it gives good perspective. Plus, people have known for a long time that I work for you now. You practically shouted it from the roof the first event I came to," she replied, feeling a yawn come on.

"Oh, I'm sorry am I boring you?" he said not really offended.

She stood, a little unsteadly and grabbed his arm before tripping over.

"Yes, and I'm tired. I need to go to bed," she actually yawned this time.

"And leave me on my own?" he asked almost panicked his hand going over hers which was still on his arm, "This whole bloody thing is for your cause."

"Yes, I appreciate it, but it's late and I need to prepare for a divorce hearing tomorrow," she said attempting to free her hand, but failing. She sighed and rested her forehead on his shoulder, not caring where she was.

"Ah, we should talk about that, discuss strategy? I was thinking we could get old Skeeter to doctor up some photos? Maybe I can use this creature thing as leverage to show how wonderful I am?"

She should have been appalled, but she wanted to go to bed.

Looking up and over his shoulder, she spotted something and smirked.

"Malfoy, you like blondes right?" she asked conspiratorially.

He had been working himself in to a rant about Astoria and paused when she asked him that.

"Of course, but why does that matter?" he was confused.

She took his confusion to remove her hand off his arm and spin him around so she was standing behind him.

"I understand she is a candidate for the next Miss Wizard World competition. Not that I support such a thing, nor do I think she is particularly deserving, but she has been vying for your attention since she got here. You're still married though, so I will have one of the staff follow you around to make sure you don't get in trouble before the break of dawn," she finished seeing he had barely heard a word since she pointed him in the direction. She hoped her short-sighted decision, influenced by her need for some peace wasn't going to bite her in the behind.

Draco chuckled and shifted so he could sling an arm around her shoulders and pull her close. She was practically in a headlock.

"Dear Granger, you do take good care of me. I'm impressed," he finally took his eyes off the blonde to see he was practically smothering his employee with her own hair. He released her and she coughed dramatically.

She punched him in the shoulder and he winced.

"Night Malfoy," her smirked rivaled his; he would have to watch that, she was rubbing off on him and only he was allowed to smirk with that much sass.

"Don't be late tomorrow," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared in to the crowd.