Chapter 16: Slytherin's Know How To Do It Best

Draco nodded as he looked to Pansy once more, "Thank you Pans" he said, for what he wasn't a hundred percentage sure but she seemed to know because she smiled a few cogs working in her head, she signalled to the dress in silent question and he nodded, "You read my mind" he leant over to give the raven haired girl a parting kiss on each cheek, before he finally said, "Tell that husband of yours I have some plotting to do and I was wondering if he would help me do so, and to Owl me his reply." He gave one final wink in Pansy's direction before walking to the front of the store where his mother was calmly waiting.

The two Malfoy's soon disappeared into the throes of shoppers, each with a self satisfied smirk on their faces.

-Thursday 28th April-

-Draco-

A persistent tapping on his bedroom window had Draco, slowly opening his blurry eyes and throwing off his comfy duvet cover, to be met with a chilled early morning air. Padding across the expanse of his room he opened the bedroom balcony doors, in order to receive the owl that had been tapping. The owl flew across the room to the foot of his bed shaking off the mist that had congregated on its back before holding out its leg for Draco to take the envelope attached to it.

Clutching the envelope in his hand Draco assessed the hand writing on the front, noticing the slightly thicker penmanship he recognised it as his best friend Blaise Zabini's. So ripping into it to get the parchment safely tucked under the lip of the envelope he proceeded to read the note:

Drake,

Sorry this may be getting to you at such an early hour, but knowing you, you were half way to getting up for an early morning broom flight. Pansy said you wanted to see me, and seen as though I've just got back from Italy after a delay I'll be free this evening? I need to spend some time with the Famiglia first but then I'm all ears for you, over drinks.

Send your reply back with Alfonso.

Blaise

Writing a quick reply to the Italian, Draco attached it to the Owl before it flew back out into the morning air, which had thoroughly woken the blond up, making Draco realise that he needed to get ready for a day's work, or a day's scheming.

After making use of the first two hours of the day by practicing broom handling, and a swim in the manor's pool, Draco went in search of the one man he knew who had a wicked mind that could match his own, who would be able to make his plan work, and find any possible flaws in it.

His Father: Lucius Malfoy

Collecting a handful of papers off of his own desk, Draco strode across the expanse of the corridor to the other end. Knocking on the oak door with the name: L. Malfoy engraved on a golden plate, he waited to be allowed entry.

Upon entry the younger blond confidently walked into the room; "Father?"

Lucius Malfoy a man of receding hairline who still managed to ooze masculinity and power looked up from the parchment he was reading. "Yes son?"

Draco took a step forward, "Father I was wondering if you help me with something?" he suddenly felt very intimidated by his father as he stood up from his chair curiously eying his son- even though Draco was the taller of the two.

Raising his eyebrow his father replied; "And what do you need help with? Business? Or personal?"

Lucius always had a knack for getting right down to the point of a conversation cutting out all the unimportant details.

"Both" Draco answered walking into the room further as Lucius gestured to the seat opposite him.

"Does this have something to do with Mrs Weasley?" the elder Malfoy asked his lip curling with disgust.

"Yes" Draco answered his eyes not wavering from his father's identical silver irises.

"No" Lucius replied sitting back into his seat.

"You've not even heard my proposal!" Draco's voice rose, as his nostrils flared.

"I don't need to" his father insisted, "If it gives you any leeway with Mrs Weasley, I want nothing to do with it, because that would mean I would be supporting it- and I don't not for one second."

"What if I asked you as my Father? Nothing to do with business, just for me?" Draco leaned on his arms as he gripped the edge of his father's desk. "You used to say family obligation was everything, or it was thirteen years ago- so has that changed?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes at his only child, "Let me ask you this: Is this just a quick passing conquest? Bed a member of the Golden Trio and then carry on as before?"

Quirking his eyebrows his line of sight unwavering from the elder Malfoy, Draco answered honestly: "That depends on what she wants"

"We both know Malfoy's wants are quite often at the forefront of their minds Draco, so choose."

"What does it matter? You either help or you don't"

"I want to do what is best for this family... so choose"

Draco sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "I want to pursue her."

Lucius nodded his head brusquely once before again leaning back into his chair, gesturing for Draco to sit. "I can't say I'm happy about this, but I can see how this may help the family. Now what was your plan Son?"

"I was thinking the Chudley Cannons might be a great investment, Lord Ardenbrook is looking for an heir to the Chudley Cannons and Puddlemere teams, but they won't come without a price." His father nodded so Draco continued with his proposals, "Also, having read over the figures for Weasley Wizard Wheezes, an investment could bring in extra profit for the company at large..." he was cut off as his father spoke.

"I'm aware of the financials concerning the Weasley shop, but that's nothing to do with Quidditch Draco."

"I know Father, that's why I came to you; I want to invest in other areas of the market under the Malfoy and Son name, an expansion of sorts. I can finance a bid for Lord Ardenbrook's fortune, but I can't also finance the rest of my ideas, not without some help." Draco leant forward in his chair, "I just need help to bid for Weasley Wizard Wheezes"

Lucius narrowed his silver irises for a second, his eye brow rising ever so slightly, "Whatever money you can raise for your ventures, I will match, however I suggest a little more tact in your approach of the price of the shares for some will rocket with our interest. It's time you put your Slytherin brain to work Draco."

-DM-

By the time the younger Malfoy had left his Father's study his infamous smirk, which seemed even more calculating that ever, was plastered on his features:

His plan was set into motion any and all lose ends would soon fall into place and HE Draco Malfoy would finally get what he had wanted for thirteen years. Nothing could go wrong, could it?

-DM-

Later that same night, the floo network of Malfoy lit up and out stepped a dark skinned man who seemed camouflaged by the lack of light in the room. His charcoal eyes swept round the room until they settled on the lone figure lounging leisurely into one of the chairs of the room, a tumbler of amber liquid reflecting the minimal light from the fire back into the room.

"Want one?" the outlined figure queried.

"On the rocks, if you don't mind Drake" snapping his fingers a house elf appeared only to disappear as soon as his master had given him a few words. "So is this business?" the dark skinned man finally asked once the elf had disappeared.

"Yes" Draco carefully rose from the seat and walked over to the door, "How about we take this to my study, and then I can explain everything to you."

-DM-

Draco walked to the far side of his desk, while the darker skinned man lowered his towering frame into the plush leather seat opposite, a smirk gracing his features.

"So how was she?" he queried eying his former Slytherin classmate, "Rumour has it she's quite insatiable" the blonde arched a curious eyebrow, confused with the conversation subject. "They say bookworms are the dormant sex goddess types, complete animals in the bed chamber" Draco's lip curled into a snarl at the black haired man, as a growl erupted from deep in his throat. It looked like he was a cobra ready to strike coiled and just waiting and that at any minute he'd leap the table towards his prey. But he bit back his animal instincts and turned his smouldering irises towards his compadree.

"We didn't"

The man barked out a laugh, "What? Don't tell me she's a prude..."

"Blaise"

"So after thirteen years, Weasley couldn't even bring it out..."

"Blaise" the blonde's tone was low and rumbling, an underlining threat somewhere just inside, "Don't. I told Pansy. So just don't."

"Told Pansy what?"

"That there's nothing going on between me and He- Granger!" Draco paused as the house elf popped into his study with a chilled bottle of firewhiskey, before being gone again in a blink of an eye. "Don't give me that look. I know what you're thinking, and yes events could turn to my favour, I just need your help. Any interest from a Malfoy affiliated company could lead to nil for me, especially from the Weasley's."

"So what do you want?"

Draco smirked, "I want you to be a go between for my money to find a majority stake in the Weasley's greatest assets. Scorpion Limited, will be the company at the front of the move, but I can't have it backed solely by my funds, or have any obvious connections to me, so I need you to raise some money, I'm asking everyone I can think of to help, a few funds from different sources will make enough people think it's a consortium that's interested. We both know that Zabini Enterprises wouldn't be an odd sort to add to the mix with it being a financial backer and all."

Blaise tapped his chin with his fingers, "But what would I get out of this?" Slytherin to the bone, the Italian was all about how anything would affect him; a smart move some would say.

Draco steepled his fingers in thought, eying his best friend, before coming to a decision, pointing his right index finger at his friends he said; "Apart from helping your dear friend of thirty something years, and business partner for ten years or so of those years. You can finally get one over on Weasel git."

Blaise seemed to consider it, before finally nodding his head, "Okay, I agree. But you have to tell me everything. I know how you feel about Granger so is this the only reason behind it?"

"Weasley is a prat, a complete and utter moron. He sank to an all time low the day he decided his wedding vows meant nothing over getting his kicks with a two galleon whore, and then knocking her up." Draco spat his lip curling into a sneer.

"He had an affair?"

Draco nodded, his temper rising, "He needs to learn a lesson, and fast. He needs to know actions have consequences, and if you don't appreciate what you've got it'll go to the highest bidder!"

-DM-

Draco and Blaise continued talking, for a few more hours, veering the topic away from Draco's obvious fury, and to safer topics and issues.

One thing was for certain, even though Draco's revenge plan wasn't in motion yet- let's just say: Slytherin's know how to do it best!

A/N: Finally managed to get chapter 16 up, and I hope you enjoyed it guys, any feedback is much appreciated. The next chapter will probably Hermione's thoughts, we hear a lot about Draco but what about the other half of the equation?

Til next time;

Scorpio219 -x-