"Draco!" shouted Narcissa Malfoy from her study at the Malfoy Manor. He yelled replying that he was coming to talk to her in five minutes before she started shouting like a banshee.
"Draco! Please get over here quickly!" she shouted again. He hurried out of his old bedroom and went to the study, not out of fear that his mother needed his help but that she would hex him if he didn't get there any sooner. He entered the room and saw her sitting on the floor amongst a million papers and files. He now regretted accepting her invitation to stay at the Manor for the weekend while his Muggle flat was undergoing repair.
"Mother, what on earth are you doing?" he asked taking a seat on the nearest chair.
"I am doing some work for the company, Draco, and I really need your help," she said looking up at him and frowning. "Why do you look like that?"
"What do I look like, mother?"
"Like you haven't showered in ages," she said.
"Mother, I just woke up, and, I do not look like that. Now, can we please get to the part where you tell me what you needed me for?"
"Oh, Draco, you have become so impolite," she sighed dramatically. "I need you to go over some documents pertaining to the company. You might want to help me with it since you are co-owner, you know."
"Alright, I will do it by tonight," he groaned. Taking care of the Malfoy family business was the most frustrating task on earth, at least for him. He had been forced to attend business meetings and parties since he turned fourteen and he hated every bit of it. Before leaving to Germany, he had handed over the control of the business to his mother, who was honestly more capable of running the empire. Due to her leadership, and Draco's subtle involvement from Germany, Malfoy Industries was not involved in any shady business anymore. They also engaged themselves with many philanthropic activities (definitely not research for dark magic) and Draco sensed that Hermione had influenced Narcissa Malfoy quite a bit.
"If I was impolite, I would be calling you by your name. You need to relax, mother."
"I cannot relax, Draco, darling, since you don't cooperate with me," she said in a tight voice.
"Okay, tell me what you want me to do," he said and sat next to her on the floor.
"I need you to go check all of these documents by evening," she said patting a huge pile of files next to her. "I also need you to attend the charity event that we are holding tomorrow."
"What charity event is this?"
"It is in collaboration with the welfare society," she replied looking at him over her glasses. He groaned not even bothering to ask what society since he already knew the answer. That meant that Hermione would be there. It wasn't as if Draco wanted to avoid her, actually quite the opposite. He wanted to see her (it had been two weeks since the day at the ice cream store)and talk to her, but he didn't know if he could handle her at an event for magical creature. She was, um, too...aggressive, no, passionate.
"Do I really need to?" he asked her once again groaning.
"Draco, I suggest you stop whining and start putting an effort into these things. It is not easy to run this by myself, you know. You don't need to be there, I want you to be there."
"Alright, where is it happening?" he sighed in defeat. She looked at him and smirked.
"It is at a restaurant in Diagon Alley at ten in the morning."
"Alright, can I leave now?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. He walked to the door but before he left, she stooped him. "Draco, darling, I request you to shower before the event tomorrow. I have a reputation to maintain, love." He exited the room in fury and dramatic stomping. God, his mother had become even more frustrating.
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Of Libraries and Love.Fanfiction
This is the Dramione spinoff to my story All That Jazz. (It's alright if you haven't read that story!) Draco Malfoy has been away ever since the war, living a pleasant and nerdy life in Germany. One day, in his favorite library, he finds himself rec...