THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 13: Samhain

Draco

With Samhain and Mrs. Weasleys' birthday approaching in the coming week, we prepare to host a house full of weasels again. Side note I say weasels with the utmost affection, because I adore most if not all of them, aside from Ron. Who I don't dislike due to his past implied relationship with Hermione, but more so for his lack of taste when it comes to women currently.

Lavender Brown has made it her mission it seems to ruin anyone's good time. The worst part about it, is that I truly think its just who she is as a person and not even necessarily done with ill intent.

Right now she's yapping away at full speed to the twins, while George nods his head, and taps Fred's hand when its he needs to nod as well. Ron calls down to her from upstairs, and the look of pure relief that dons George's face is near priceless.

Weaving my way over to them, Hermione spots me across the living room, joining me as I get to the twins.

"Apart of me wants to quiz you both on what on earth she was talking about," Hermione teases.

George lets out snorts of laughter, as Fred keeps staring off at a point behind my shoulder. "I just do my job. I nod, and I let Freddy here know when he needs to nod to," he says, tapping Fred's hand causing him to nod.

"Fred, have you gone catatonic from her voice mate?" I say laughing. Fred keeps staring on ahead, until I wave my hands in front of his face to catch his attention.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. I had George put a bit of a hearing hex on me, and well.. lets just say that it turned out to be a bit more potent than expected," Fred almost yells at the group of us.

Haughtily, I turn my attention to Hermione, who now finds the ceiling the most interesting thing in the world it seems.

You catch that Granger?

Hmmm? Sorry what?

Don't play coy with me witch. You heard him.

Yes, and I also heard the part where he said it basically went rogue! She sends, her lips pursed as her eyes narrow on me scoldingly.

"Malfoy, I've been meaning to talk to you about some business if you're amenable?" George says with a seriousness I'm not used to seeing on him.

Surprised by his request, it takes me a second to respond. "Of course. Here or somewhere more private? Either works for me."

Clearing his throat as if preparing himself, he takes a moment before speaking, "Here's good with me. We've been wanting to approach you about this for a long time, but were unsure how'd you feel about it."

Nodding my head for him to continue, I'm genuinely intrigued where this is headed. Admittedly, it has be a bit nervous. Hermione must sense my anxiety since she slips her hand in mine, grounding me.

"I'm just going to jump full on here mate. We know you don't do endorsements, but we were hoping you'd make an exception for the most wondrous twins you know. You'd be the first time we ventured into anything like this.. it would be huge for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes since we're trying to open a new location in America. With you being the most popular and famous seeker at the moment it would really mean so much for us," George finishes his business monologue by tapping Fred's hand aggressively, thus queuing him to nod his head extra enthusiastically.

Chuckling, I scratch the non-existent scruff trying to waste a bit of time while I mull it over a bit. Glancing at Hermione is no help whatsoever, as she gives me a you're on your own shrug.

"Would you possibly expand on perhaps what it might entail?" I ask. Genuinely curious as to what I could bring to the table for their business.

"Well, its widely known you're ripped," George starts, earning a glare from Hermione. "To be frank, you're wet dream fuel for witches and wizards for that matter mate," at this Granger nearly growls, "We want you to basically just hold our products in your hands while mostly naked."