Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. All characters are owned by JK Rowling. If I did, I would be in Draco's pants by now. Nah, joking joking ;)
A/N: I haven't written a fanfic for eons, and my first time writing HP fics. I've been reading a LOT and decided it was time to contribute back into the HP fanfic world. I started on one a week back, but I only wrote little chunks of the important parts. It was quite hard to me to put them together, since there were going to be one-shots. But they all looked good together in a series, so I'll try to put them together somehow, since I wrote the first chapter and then another part that I wrote would be chapter three or four and another one would be chapter 9 or something. So yup, I'll see what I can do.
Repost: Thanks to the people who told me about the mistake. I can't really believe I could misread something like that. Thanks again
First chapter is dedicated to Microsoft Word, for the LOVELY spell checker, without it, I would probably be writing with spelling mistakes. And also to Cyndi (cynthetic on FF.net) for introducing the HP fanfic world to me and especially the Draco/Ginny pairing. :D
Chapter 1 - It Was Just Fine
I'm Drake Asher, and I'm sure you don't know who I am. But I know all of you have heard of Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. Draco and Drake is the same person, but I'll explain that later.
I'm sitting here in my huge and lavished office with absolutely nothing to do and on was the verge of being bored to death. It had been like this since four years ago, when I arrived in America and my grandfather gave me a job in one of his multimillion companies. You all must be wondering how I ended up here, in this office with a boring job, instead of following in my father's footsteps to become a Death Eater. Since I do have all the time in the world, I'll be generous and tell you my story.
I was in my sixth year at Hogwarts when all this happened. Voldemort's power was restored by some unknown power source (there were rumours, but none other than His most trusted knew) and began his plans against the Mudbloods and Mudblood-lovers. Typical. My dear father was anxious to get me innitiated so I could share the glory when Voldemort kills Potter and takes over the wizarding world. Bunch of bullocks to me, with Potter and his followers, there was no way the silly Death Eaters would win. I for one don't care who won, as long as I don't have the ugly dark mark on my arm, or myself being chopped into little pieces. Don't tell anyone about this, but I had silently hoped Potter would win the War so I don't have to be threatened by father to serve the Dark Lord and would have a life of my own.
So where was I? Oh right, so instead of joining Voldemort, I ran. Who would have guessed the great Draco Malfoy would beg his grandfather, to take him away, in hoping his life will be spared from the War. The whole process actually took less than two weeks and I was off to America. My grandfather had 'leaked' some information to the Daily Prophet about my whereabouts, and the next day the front page announced I was missing, presumably dead. No details were given to my death. Everyone stopped suspecting as soon as a picture of my mother crying over my death appeared the next day in the front page of the Daily Prophet again.
My grandfather gave a new identity to start a new life here. My new name became Drake Asher, Asher of course, was his new surname after he moved here. He never liked the name Draco, he thought my father was crazy to name me after 'dragon'. Not only that, but the name Draco would attract too much attention. You don't see anyone around here named Draco, do you?
He named me the Vice President of this company after the one before had 'retired'. But the title sounded great, doesn't it? Drake Asher, Vice President. But all I did was put my signature on a solid black line, picked up the phone a few times a day and oh, sat on this comfy chair. This lifestyle was exciting for the first few months or so, as I felt I had power over other people. But soon after the excitement ran out and it felt no different than a routine. I was trapped inside this building from 9 to 5, trapped at home after I got off work. I had absolutely no social life, and my grandfather made sure of that. But on occasion, I would sneak out go visit my closest acquaintance and that's another story after this one.
My grandfather made sure everyone thought I had power over this company because that way people will respect me. Or fear me. Damn him and his stupid arse for not trusting his own grandson.
There's the basic of my life after Hogwarts. I guessed that part's all cleared up. After saving my arse and moving to America, I've picked up a few things (other than the fact I had adopted American slang and such) from this place. This whole encounter did knock some sense into me as I tried to adapt this new life. Too bad I could only use magic at home and with nobody such as guests or visitors around. At least I could still have house elves. (Which my grandfather placed them into a locked closet when we had visitors over, not like you need to know.) It'll be hell if he wouldn't let them serve here.
After that entire mumble jumble, I believe my life should follow these three rules: One - Don't ever let anyone know your true identity. Two - Don't do anything that will attract unwanted attention to you. Three - Don't get involved in a romantic relationship with anyone, especially someone who works at the same place as you do.
I've lived four (long and agonizing, if I might add) years abiding these rules, and there were times where I came close into breaking the third one. Damn these male hormones, if I didn't get away from them fast enough, I would have shagged every single one of them (who continuously want to get in my pants.) But nonetheless, I put my foot down and everything was fine. Well, so I thought it would be, until SHE came along.
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I walked into my office exactly on time and found my Grandfather waiting for me.
"Drake, I just want to let you know that you will be getting a new secretary today."
Anothernew one? Didn't I just get one a few weeks back? What was her name... Cindy? Amy? Ah, screw it.
"Drake?" I heard something slam onto my desk and I was brought back to reality.
"Sorry Gramps. So who's the new girl?"
My grandfather thinks all secretaries should be females and all the person sitting inside the office should be a male. Sexist? Obviously, we are Malfoys, and don't forget to add traditional in front of that too.
"Just another red head and also she's new to America. I hope you will be able to show her around town, so she won't be using the excuse of being lost when she's late for work." I then heard him mutter something along the line of, "It is not like you have anything to do here."
I cannot believe he would even say such a thing. Of course I have nothing to do around here! You never give me anything to do, you old fart! I wanted badly to say that, but as usual, I restrained myself.
"Of course, I'll make sure she'll feel just at home by the end of the week." I put a fake smile but my eyes were glaring at him.
"I am sure you will."
"So... where is she?"
I thought the new secretary would be another one of those Cindys' or Mindys'. But boy, was I wrong. I so did not anticipate this would happen.
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"Nice to meet you, Boss."
Nice body, nice smile, along with British accent. Something I haven't heard of for a long time. And note the flaming red hair.
"You are...?" Please don't tell me she works here, she's practically shaggable when she just stand there.
"Virginia Weasley sir. Your new secretary."
Damn. Add another note to self, 'No touching this one.'
Wait a minute... A Weasley? Grandpa hired a Weasley? Maybe he doesn't know about the Malfoy vs Weasley feud, but still… But on the other hand, doesn't she know she's working for the Malfoys? Hm, maybe not I guess, we did change our surnames. Why am I so worried? Oh because she's a Weasley?
Actually this is going to be a blast. I have the youngest Weasley as a secretary, and she doesn't know who I am. But I do… So a little torture here, a little teasing there should make up all the fun I've missed at Hogwarts. The good old days, spending a little of my torturing little first graders and taunting the Potter Trio, especially the redhead and the Mudblood.
"Sir?" She politely asked me, snapping me out of my reverie. I really should pay more attention. I really dislike having my thoughts being interrupted, and especially with it happening twice in less than an hour.
"Yes? Oh right, you're the new secretary. I'm Drake Asher. My grandfather said you just arrived in America and he said I should show you around town. And for the love of god, don't call me 'sir', it makes me feel old and I am not old." I ended my little speech with a slight smirk, letting her know who the boss is around here.
She seemed to be a little taken back, but quickly recovered.
"Yes sir- er. Mr. Asher."
"Let's go," I stood up and was walking towards the door.
But she just stood there like a stone gargoyle. What the heck is wrong with her?
"Go? Go where?"
"Giving you a tour around town, remember? If you're going to be my secretary, you need to be quicker than that, Weasley."
Virginia's eyes widen when I emphasized her last name. Oops, guess I took this a little too far and made a tiny little slip. I shrugged and used my authority voice to talk, hoping she would think it was just a coincidence and such. "Are you coming or not?"
She nodded and silently followed me out the door.
End of Chapter 1
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There's the first chapter! Tell me what you think of it? Maybe how to improve and such, like grammar or sentence structure. Hope you enjoyed it.