While some felt it was their best Christmas ever, the same couldn't be said about one Narcissa Malfoy. Her life was far different, much better, and luxurious just a year ago. A gala was hosted at Malfoy Mansion.
Now, Malfoy's name had vanished, spat on whenever mentioned. All the wealth was lost. Lucius was gone, and Narcissa… She worked as an office clerk, not even able to invite her son home for the holiday.
The day after Christmas, she woke up on time, got dressed in the usual office uniform, a white shirt, a dark grey blazer, black stockings, and a dark grey pencil skirt. Minimum makeup, light lipstick, hair done neatly.
She checked herself in the mirror with a sigh and apparated away into the special hall at D&D where Apparition was allowed. Still, she was avoided by other wizards around her. They often sneered at her. Understandable to her once she understood that they were Muggleborn and half-bloods mostly. The ones who despised the Death Eaters.
"There you are."
She had just put away her handbag when she heard Martha Rockwell rush up to her. The Chief Secretary was a sweet old lady, and she was glad to have her as her boss. "Good morning, Martha."
"Hurry up, the boss is here. Go, take a cup of coffee to him. It's his fourth coffee since morning." Martha ordered, handing a bunch of files as well. "He came very early. Not in a good mood."
Narcissa amusedly looked towards Dudley's office door. She'd never seen Dudley angry until now. Cold and collected, that was her impression of him.
"Understood." She did as asked and made a cup of coffee as she was taught during training. Then, she walked over to the fancy wooden door, knocked on it, and walked inside. Instantly, she was blasted with Dudley's loud roars into the telephone.
"...The fuck you mean you can't?! The IWC passed the damn act! Bulgarian Ministry can eat my ass, I don't care about them anymore."
She froze for a moment, never having seen him like that; his entire table was covered with wired telephones, each ringing at times, and two receivers were held by Dudley. However, as soon as she met his gaze, she received a warm smile.
Is it all fake?
Not the smile, she realized that the cursing and the anger were just for show. Moreover, the CFO, Edwin Hughes, was also seated there at the table, wheezing.
"Give Rita Skeeter a call and have her whip up something juicy about Karkaroff. That fuck ruined their entire brand image, didn't he? Yes, do that—Don't you bring your baby face here before getting the Ministry in the bag!"
Bam!
When she saw Dudley put the phone down, she approached the table and set the coffee with a napkin, and put the files down. It wasn't her duty to ask a question, so she just greeted normally.
"Good morning, Mr. Dursley."
"Morning, Narcissa," Dudley replied, grabbing the cup. "Tell Martha to clear my schedule, won't you? I'm heading out to pick up New Year gifts for the Headquarters folks."
"Understood." Narcissa turned around and left. And as usual, once again, she felt his heated gaze on her rear. The pencil skirt, while long, was too tight around her hips.
Thud!
She closed the door behind her and vanished.
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"You know, that's what lands you in legal trouble."
Dudley stopped looking at Narcissa's birthing hips when the door closed and eyed Edwin. "Best stay out of this, old chap. Her husband wasn't just bad news, more like the magical world's Himmler to Hitler. And she didn't exactly shy away from it, either. Anyway, what brings you here? Bored of spreadsheets, were you?"
"Ah, that's a never-ending tale, I'm afraid! But listen closely. I've got something you've been absolutely aching to hear. I ran a tidy little audit just recently, and brace yourself—I finally discovered what went on with the Delacours."
"Oh?" Dudley excitedly stared at his CFO. He'd promised Fleur a job at D&D and had been avoiding her because he didn't know why she was obsessed with him. "I'm all ears."
Edwin grinned and took out a folded paper from his pocket. "Got this from Penelope Clearwater from the bank. It's a Delacour family bank statement. They were amongst the earliest investors in D&D. Now here's the twist: Mr Delacour was teetering on bankruptcy. All prior ventures had collapsed, and his broom company? Snuffed out, largely due to your aggressive push on Nimbus. Still, the bloke did something mad. He borrowed against everything, land, heirlooms, his wand, and dumped it into D&D right at the start. Utter madness, but bless him, it worked. He was a real investor and saw the fat returns coming.
"Those returns changed his life. From financial ruin, he rebounded into unimaginable wealth. Paid off everything, ditched the failing broom business, and plunged fully into D&D investments. You, my friend, rescued the Delacours from total ruin. Nobility to rags to riches again."
Dudley scratched his head. "That sounds too simple. Why didn't we find that out earlier?"
Edwin awkwardly looked down. "That… Well, I wasn't entirely sure the Delacours were genuine investors, you know? Not quite in the league of Dumbledore and his esteemed circle. And frankly, I thought his contract was also… vulturous. But no matter! It's all verified now. Quite above board!"
Nodding, Dudley reclined in his chair, thinking.
So, I saved the Delacours from going broke. Wait, is that why Fleur even bothered to marry into the Weasley family? That would make sense… Fleur ain't one to lower her standards that easily. Not unless she had none left.
He didn't feel guilty about emptying his balls in her during the fourth year anymore. She was a rather pleasing sight.
"Hmm… A French beauty… I guess it's time D&D Holdings found itself a brand ambassador, Edwin."
"We can find top supermodels, though. Why—"
"Shh…" Dudley hushed the man with a smirk. "Just wait until you see her, mate. One look and your saggy balls will be jumping in joy like your first night—trust me."
"..."
Edwin was used to his way of talking by now. But a few years ago, he never expected to be treated like that at his job. But again, he was now worth billions, so it didn't matter. His relationship with Dudley was more friendship than work.
"Anyway, I'm off to do some shopping." Dudley got up, took his wand from under his table for quick use, slid it back into his suit sleeves, and walked. "Don't slack on the job."
"Says the guy going shopping."
"For the company, Edwin. I have chosen to sacrifice myself for this noble task."
Soon, Dudley walked out of the office and went to Narcissa's cubicle. The woman was sitting there, slowly operating the computer. He had to agree, she looked absolutely breathtaking with that serious, focused face, her aristocratic fingers tapping on the keyboard.
"Let's go, Narcissa. We've got employee gifts to buy." Dudley alerted her.
"Mr. Dursley!" Narcissa jumped to her feet stiffly. "Ah, yes… Let's go."
It wasn't in her schedule. But again, her schedule was whatever her boss decided it was. She sheepishly followed behind the man who was moving like a golden retriever, waving at anyone who came his way, calling them by their names, and even joking with a few.
She couldn't help but think that someone like Dudley was made for the pureblood faction. A man with so many different faces. Cold when needed, warm when it helped.
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Narcissa didn't know much about the Muggle world. So it was a new experience going into what Dudley called a shopping mall. There were shops all around, on multiple floors. She had to agree, the financial power of Muggles was greater than wizards.
She received a lot of glances from men around. But she ignored them and followed her boss like a pretty little secretary. She followed Dudley into various shops, mostly related to tech. She wondered why Dudley was even doing that. With his wealth, he could make all those sellers come to him directly.
But she didn't ask questions.
"Ah! There it is!"
She eyed the device Dudley had grabbed. It looked like a small, black slate with a green, shining screen.
"This is called a mobile phone, Narcissa. You can talk over distance with this. Even if I'm on the other side of the world, we can talk." Dudley explained, and she listened. "Anyway, this feels like a nice gift. Most employees don't have one. Mate, pack five hundred and sixty-eight boxes of this."
"..."
The salesman's face fell. Of course, he didn't recognize Dudley since his face was magically altered to appear different to Muggles. Or else, the entire mall would have turned into a mess.
"Send it to D&D Holdings. Here, charge it to this card." Dudley made his intent clear that it was no joke.
"W-We don't have that many, Sir. But don't worry, I'll make a few calls."
Dudley shrugged and waited, checking out other gadgets of the era. His hands were behind many of them, but he wasn't interested in any. Knowing the future tech, the old stuff didn't excite him much.
Meanwhile, Narcissa was silent, looking like a porcelain doll, mature and flavorful.
Soon, the guy returned and confirmed that he could deliver. Dudley just paid for it and made the order. It didn't matter to him, the salesman knew better not to fuck around with D&D Holdings. And even if he did, it was pennies.
"Right then, let's head to the lifestyle bit. Oh, hang on, I never got you anything for Christmas, did I? Let's sort that out."
Narcissa frowned. That came out of nowhere. But before she could say anything, Dudley was already on the move. She followed behind him at a rushed pace. She didn't have money, sure, but that didn't mean she'd accept mere clothes in charity. It hurt her pride more than…
She shut her mouth when she looked at the price of the first dress Dudley selected. The entire shop looked different from the rest of the building. More luxurious, more beautiful, and barely populated. Warm lights on the ceiling gave soothing ideas, and the light background music cheered the mood.
What is he doing?
She watched Dudley grab dresses randomly, hold them in front of her, nod at some, and shake his head at others. One, two, so many, of so many different types. By the end, the saleswoman there had both her hands full with clothes Dudley threw at her.
Clap!
"Great! Bring these inside the changing room."
Narcissa followed Dudley to a corner of the large shop where a cabin was set with mirrors on three walls, covered by a dark brown, thick curtain. She watched the saleswoman hang the clothes inside.
"Go on, Narcissa. Try them out. See if you like any, don't forget to show me. Consider this my job joining bonus and New Year's gift." Dudley told her.
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