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The Family Business by r_becca (G)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Gen; Draco Malfoy
Length: 7,700
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Magically-Delicious.net
Why this must be read:
This piece is such a great character study of Draco Malfoy as circumstances beyond his control force him to make a name for himself in the Wizarding World. Pansy and Blaise serve as great supporting characters and their friendship with Draco is one of the highlights of this story. I love reading about Pureblood society, and seeing a competent Draco using his Slytherin traits to accomplish his goals really made the fic for me.
"Potter's living in my house!" Draco said, gesturing angrily with his drink and nearly spilling firewhiskey all over the table.
"No, you're living in my house," Blaise corrected him with one eyebrow raised. "Or have you forgotten sleeping on my sofa?"
"I have not forgotten," Draco said stiffly. In fact, that was the reason he'd been looking at the classified ads in the first place. Blaise's sofa was unbearably uncomfortable, and Draco needed a flat of his own rather desperately. What he was discovering, however, was that rents in London were high, and there was not much that his rapidly-dwindling savings could get him.
"Potter's at Malfoy Manor?" Pansy asked, making a grab for the newspaper clipping and missing. "I thought you had horrid French cousins living there."
Draco did not dignify this with an explanation, but handed over the bit of newsprint he'd been waving around for several minutes already.
"Well, this is nothing," Pansy said. "Just get your Mum to pay Potter a visit, and the house is hers. Isn't she the last Black standing?"
"She won't," Draco said. "She'd never come without Father." The rest of it went unsaid. The Auror Corps had standing orders to arrest Lucius Malfoy if he ever set foot in England again. Which was why he and Narcissa were ensconced in a country house in Provence, the loud and smelly Provençal Malfoys had taken over the Manor, and Draco was stuck with Blaise's doxy-infested sofa.
"You're still more a Black than Potter could ever dream of being," Blaise pointed out. "Just get yourself a couple million Galleons and show up, the place is yours."
"Brilliant plan, thanks." Draco toasted Blaise with his firewhiskey, then swallowed the contents of the glass in one gulp, thankful for the deep burn in his throat. He didn't have two million Galleons. In fact, he didn't have much money at all. Most of the Malfoy fortune had been spent during the war or seized immediately afterward, and Draco could not access his trust fund until he was twenty-five. He'd be forced into gainful employment well before then, a horror he didn't like to contemplate.
Quickly, he signaled for more whiskey. What he needed was a plan, and liquor always helped him think.
The Family Business
Pairing: Gen; Draco Malfoy
Length: 7,700
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Magically-Delicious.net
Why this must be read:
This piece is such a great character study of Draco Malfoy as circumstances beyond his control force him to make a name for himself in the Wizarding World. Pansy and Blaise serve as great supporting characters and their friendship with Draco is one of the highlights of this story. I love reading about Pureblood society, and seeing a competent Draco using his Slytherin traits to accomplish his goals really made the fic for me.
"Potter's living in my house!" Draco said, gesturing angrily with his drink and nearly spilling firewhiskey all over the table.
"No, you're living in my house," Blaise corrected him with one eyebrow raised. "Or have you forgotten sleeping on my sofa?"
"I have not forgotten," Draco said stiffly. In fact, that was the reason he'd been looking at the classified ads in the first place. Blaise's sofa was unbearably uncomfortable, and Draco needed a flat of his own rather desperately. What he was discovering, however, was that rents in London were high, and there was not much that his rapidly-dwindling savings could get him.
"Potter's at Malfoy Manor?" Pansy asked, making a grab for the newspaper clipping and missing. "I thought you had horrid French cousins living there."
Draco did not dignify this with an explanation, but handed over the bit of newsprint he'd been waving around for several minutes already.
"Well, this is nothing," Pansy said. "Just get your Mum to pay Potter a visit, and the house is hers. Isn't she the last Black standing?"
"She won't," Draco said. "She'd never come without Father." The rest of it went unsaid. The Auror Corps had standing orders to arrest Lucius Malfoy if he ever set foot in England again. Which was why he and Narcissa were ensconced in a country house in Provence, the loud and smelly Provençal Malfoys had taken over the Manor, and Draco was stuck with Blaise's doxy-infested sofa.
"You're still more a Black than Potter could ever dream of being," Blaise pointed out. "Just get yourself a couple million Galleons and show up, the place is yours."
"Brilliant plan, thanks." Draco toasted Blaise with his firewhiskey, then swallowed the contents of the glass in one gulp, thankful for the deep burn in his throat. He didn't have two million Galleons. In fact, he didn't have much money at all. Most of the Malfoy fortune had been spent during the war or seized immediately afterward, and Draco could not access his trust fund until he was twenty-five. He'd be forced into gainful employment well before then, a horror he didn't like to contemplate.
Quickly, he signaled for more whiskey. What he needed was a plan, and liquor always helped him think.
The Family Business