Draco Malfoy

Daphne sighed seeing the prince of Slytherin waiting for her. Draco had always thought he was god's gift to the wizarding world and despite his father being locked up in Azkaban and his family's rep ruined, he still seemed to think that.

Draco was sitting at a desk with a smirk on his lips, Daphne moving towards him and noticing a cup of something next to him along with a pair of cameras. "Glad you could make it."

"What is this about?" She asked, taking a seat three rows away from him. She and him might have been in the same year and held the same views on the wizarding world, but she couldn't stand his arrogant demeanor. "The letter you sent said you wanted my help starting a lucrative business venture."

"I do," Draco nodded. "You probably know that my family's been hitting some...financial difficulties lately."

"I do," Daphne nodded. How could she forget. It had been in all the papers. After Lucius Malfoy was arrested, the Ministry did a serious search of their home and found a lot or artefacts that were illegal. To keep from having everything of their taken, the family had had to pay a lot of fines. The Malfoy Family wasn't broke, but they could hardly be called the richest family in the world now.

"Well in order to recoup my family's losses, I'm gonna need to start earning money and fast. And I can't wait until I graduate from this dump to begin. I need to lay the groundwork now, so when I leave I can go right into business."

"What business?" She asked, "and what do you need me for?" Draco smirked and she knew she wasn't going to like what he said next.