Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy X Lily Luna Potter, One-sided Lily X Draco

Rating: M

Disclaimer: All characters with the exception of OCs belong to JK Rowling. I do not own them. I also do not own the TV series Suits, which provides heavy inspiration for this story.

Author's Note: Right, another story. I had thought I would sit on this one and not post it right away, but usually what happens when I do that is I forget about it. In the interest of keeping this story alive and give it a fighting chance, I have decided to publish it. Updates will be sporadic because I am committed to finishing Black Velvet before I start new projects so this will definitely will the final new story I will be posting before I finish Black Velvet.

I want to thank everyone reviewing for Black Velvet. You all encourage me and I really appreciate it.

I want to draw attention to the fact that Lily is twenty years old in this story. Everybody got that? Good. On with the story!

The Devil's in the Details

Chapter One

Blaise Zabini clenched his fists; the stiffness of his spine attesting to the pandemonium exploding in the private suite commissioned for the purpose of dealing with the firm's exclusive and sometimes, more troublesome clients. The pitch of the voices inside the suite grew shrill, with no sign of abating. Blaise clicked his tongue and walked out of the room. Nobody noticed him leave.

He strode down the hall and rapped his knuckles on a door before opening it and stepping into the room. Blaise arched an eyebrow at the man sitting behind a huge dark wood table.

The fire cast a glow on one side of his face, illuminating high cheekbones, a straight nose, hair more silver than blonde now. He looked up and smiled ruefully at the troubled expression upon the face of his friend and business partner. "Trouble in paradise, Blaise?"

"If you knew there would be trouble, why are you sitting here? You should be out there, fixing this!" Blaise put his hand down on the table, bursting with indignation when Draco did nothing more than chuckle.

He stood and walked out from behind the table. Stopping in front of a gilded mirror, he minutely adjusted his cravat and smoothed down his robes. "Blaise, the business of giving advice is a tricky one. You have to be moderate with it and only speak at the opportune moment. Speak too soon, and lose advantage. Speak too late and lose the battle."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "If you're done preening, perhaps we can go and stop Pucey before he ruins everything we've worked for the past three months and ends his contract with us."

Draco scoffed. "He's not going anywhere." Turning away from the mirror, he glanced at the clock before making his way out of the room and down the hall to the private chamber where the junior associates of the firm were attempting to keep lid on the Pucey crisis.

Adrian Pucey was contesting the final will of his late father. The late Mr. Pucey had made provisions for his Squib nephew in his will, making sure he would be provided for. The will also included a statement detailing the reasons why he'd been estranged from his only son over the issue. On condition of acquiescence and acceptance of Pucey Senior's wishes, Adrian Pucey would stand to inherit a sizeable amount of gold as well as a town house in Wizarding London.

However, the bulk of the money would go to various charities and institutions Pucey had invested in after the war.

Draco manoeuvred the provisions of the will to minimise the amounts sent to the charities but keep the endowment to Mr. Pucey's Squib nephew.

The junior associates breathed a collective sigh of relief as Draco sauntered into the room.

Draco Malfoy had a reputation for being ruthless, tenacious and for being a winner.

"What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" He asked casually, taking note of the haggard features of his team around the table.

"Mr. Pucey is not satisfied with the provisions of the will. He wants changes and he refuses to sign until those changes are actioned." An associate spoke up, sliding a thick roll of parchment before him.

Draco gave it a cursory glance.

Adrian Pucey sat back in his chair. His dark green robes were complemented by a silver pin on his lapel. He smirked as he watched Draco perch on a corner of the heavy rosewood table. He knew he held a position of power. The firm needed his business. They would turn this around if it was the last thing they did. Even if refusing Timothy the money bequeathed to him would be a show of bad faith, who would argue against it? Throwing away Wizarding gold on a Squib was a fool's venture and nobody would support this initiative. He was in the clear.

No doubt Draco would realise it and make it happen for him.

"Despite my attempts to make him understand, the Squib just won't listen. I've made him an offer. He refuses to accept. It's a show of bad faith on his part." Adrian curled his lip. He'd dropped the hint. Now it was up to Malfoy to recognise it for what it was and make it so everyone went home happy and most importantly, the Squib didn't get what he had no right to.

"Bad faith?" Draco arched an eyebrow. "Mr. Grant signed on this deal, accepting the bequest left to him and pledging his non-involvement in your business. He kept his side of the deal to stay out of your way."

Adrian shrugged.

Draco smirked. "Let me get this straight. We struck a deal, allowing you to control the money given to the Muggle charities but keeping the bequest to Mr. Timothy Grant. Now, you want me to turn it on its head where not only do you have control over the donations made to the charities specified by your late father in his will but you also reduce the inheritance left to your cousin by a considerable degree. Am I right?"

Adrian lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. "It's what I want."

Draco stood. "It can't be done."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because this firm does not operate in bad faith."

Adrian sneered as he stood. "I see what this is. You won't do what I ask but you're willing to give that Squib something that doesn't belong to him, which should never belong to him!"

"Oh, but it does." Draco cut in smoothly. He smiled. "The squib has every right to it since it was bequeathed to him by your father in his will."

"A will made under influence of a Confunding Charm." Adrian replied angrily.

Draco raised his eyebrow. "Do you have even a shred of evidence to support your claim?"

Adrian stepped close to Draco, aiming to intimidate him with his greater height. "Now you listen to me Malfoy. I do not give a rat's ass about evidence. All I know is my father's gold is not going to a man who can't even justify his right to be called family. I want him tossed out and you are going to do it. So why don't you take your pansy ass and rework this deal, or else I walk out of here and find another firm to do it."

Draco scoffed and walked past Adrian to settle into a majestic armchair by the fire. "First of all, if you think any firm in this country will be willing to touch this deal after your show of duplicity, you are sorely mistaken. Second, by winning Mr. Grant's agreement with the deal, we have already fulfilled our responsibility and having done so," He reached into his robes and pulled out a small square of parchment with the Gringotts emblem on it, "We have also been paid for our efforts. Now, the ball's in your court. You can scrape together what's left of your dignity and sign or you can storm out of here and have every firm in the country think you don't know how to handle your business."

Adrian bristled and clenched his fists.

Across the room, Blake crossed his arms over his chest and allowed an infinitesimal smile across his lips.

Draco smirked in smug satisfaction. He pushed the thick scroll of parchment towards Adrian.

X

Golden wine sparkled in delicate glass flutes. Finely crafted morsels of food were carefully arranged upon huge silver platters circulated throughout the room by waiters elegantly dressed in black trousers, crisp white shirts and black vests. Hair slicked back or tied up; they glided between the mingling guests, providing a steady stream of wine despite it being the middle of the day, which kept the conversation flowing like water.

Lily pouted. She leaned against the bar, watching the majority of her classmates surround her father and brother. Everyone wanted a piece of Harry Potter. It wasn't enough to just admire him from afar. They had to know every last detail about him. What he liked to do on the days when he wasn't investigating crime and defeating dark wizards. Wasn't he proud of his sons, following in his footsteps? Wasn't he bothered by the regressive wave which threatened to revert to the pureblood dogma? Was he still open to mentoring rookies in the Auror department? What was his favourite colour? Did he know he was still on the Witch Weekly Sexiest Wizard Alive List? Was it true women still propositioned him?

She rolled her eyes at the last one. Her father had always been charismatic. His appeal only grew with age. Sure, it was embarrassing watching her friends blush and stammer in front of him, but she couldn't deny some part of her was proud of the fact he was still attracting covetous glances from girls her age.

At twenty years old, she could accept her parents were also sexual beings. It no longer made her want to puke as it had in school. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder.

"Compliments of the gentleman." The bar tender placed a drink in front of her with an amused smile.

Lily glanced up at him. "What gentleman?"

The bartender nodded towards the back of the room.

Lily turned slowly. A man stood at the far end of the room. He wore dark robes, had wavy brown hair meticulously swept over half of his face stylishly. He was lean and held himself with confidence. He stood against the wall, with his arm around a buxom blonde girl she recognised from her Ethics class. He met her eyes and smiled, raising his glass at her.

She turned around. Handsome as he was, she wasn't interested. Leaving the drink untouched, she moved away. As she made her way to the exit, she quietly stole a flute off a server's tray and brought it to her lips. Tipping the flute against her lips, she sipped slowly, allowing the tart flavour of the wine spread across the roof of her mouth. Sending one last glance at the crowd circling her father, she quietly gathered her coat and stepped out of the gala.

Graduation was supposed to be a joyous occasion focussed upon the opportunities of the future, but all this morning had done was to remind her that her father's shadow was indeed far-reaching and formidable still. She had thought pursuing Wizarding Law might set her apart from the rest of her family. None of her cousins had explored the avenues of Wizarding Law.

James had followed his ambition of being a Quidditch player. Albus ended his stint as an Auror-in-training last year. He was now a full-fledged member of the Law Enforcement department.

She had flirted with Healing school, Business, Curse-breaking and Wizarding Architecture before zoning in upon Wizarding Law and deciding this was where she'd make her fortune. As Lily Potter, there wasn't a firm in all of Wizarding Britain that wouldn't hire her. But, she was wary of the fanfare greeting her in the days leading up to Graduation. She'd had feelers sent to her from all the big firms in London. Everybody wanted to hire Harry Potter's daughter.

She made her way to the hotel lobby and was about to head out the doors when the man from the gala appeared before her. She stepped back, startled.

The man smiled. "If I had known you'd run, I would have tried something else."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "Well, hope it teaches you not to be so cliché."

He grinned. "Point taken. May I interest you in another drink, perhaps someplace more private?"

She suppressed the desire to roll her eyes. Honestly if she didn't want to talk to him in there, what made him think she'd want to here? Letting her breath go slowly, she looked around for an escape.

X

Draco rubbed his forehead with his fingers. "Why do you drag me to these things anyway?"

Pansy stacked the papers with the applicant details in front of her in precise groups. "Because you're a senior partner. You get to choose your associates. If you see how difficult it is to find decent people, you won't be inclined to fire them easily." She smiled at him and gestured towards the room he'd be conducting interviews in.

He groaned. "This can't get over soon enough." He shut the door of the room behind him.

Pansy ran her finger down the list. Her assistant opened the door to let the first applicant in. "Callista Warrington?"

Callista smiled widely. She had wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a sharp skirt suit under her open black robe.

Pansy glanced at her and gestured to the door to the inner room. "Mr. Malfoy will see you now." Tart, she screamed inside her head.

Pansy watched with some amusement as Draco led Callista out after a few minutes. The smile on his face was fading and his jaw was tense. As Callista sashayed out, hips rolling and hair bouncing, Draco glanced at Pansy.

"Pansy. This isn't going to work."

Pansy smirked. "What's the matter? Did she flirt with you?"

Draco scoffed. "If girls at Hogwarts had been like her when I was there, it would not have been half as unpleasant is all I'm going to say."

Pansy sniggered.

Draco pressed his palms together. "We need a system."

"What do you suggest?"

"Okay, let's streamline the whole process. You give them a hard time about letting them in and if they can't come up with something funny or amusing to say, let me know. However, if they do find something interesting to say, wink at me. It'll make this go faster."

Pansy fixed him with a look. "Are you looking for a clown Draco?"

Draco shrugged. "They're all clowns. But if they can make me laugh at it, it'll make the torture a little more bearable."

X

Lily groaned as Sebastian refused to budge from her side. Apart from coming out and brushing him off directly, she didn't see a way out of it. Steeling her nerve, she was about to cut him down when she noticed a signboard set up outside a suite of rooms.

MALFOY & ZABINI

Hogwarts Law Interviews

Interviews? Law Interviews? Why didn't she know of this? She continued to stare at the velvet-backed board.

Sebastian's hand on her elbow broke her out of her reverie. She squirmed away from him.

Straightening, she looked at him. "You know, I hate to cut this short, especially since we were having so much fun but I have an interview." Brushing past him, she picked up the pace and quickly slipped into the suite.

As she looked around, she noticed a number of her classmates from Hogwarts Law School. Glancing this way and that, she noticed most of the applicants waiting to be interviewed looking nervous, some were fanning themselves with their hands.

"Moira Davis?" Pansy called out.

Lily stepped forward curiously. She'd never seen so many applicants on one place before. She'd received offers on a silver platter. Nobody had even asked her for an interview. It had been implied if Lily Potter wanted to join, then room would be made for her.

Her nerves tingled as the sharply dressed lady in business suit and a chic bob addressed the room once more, "Moira Davis, are you here?"

Unthinking, Lily stepped forward.

Pansy glanced at her sharply, taking in the vibrant red hair, the flushed cheeks and hazel eyes. "Ms Davis, you are late. Can you give me one reason why I should let you into the interview?"

Lily blinked. "Uh..I'm just trying to get away from this guy. He won't leave me alone. I don't actually care if you let me in or not." She blushed as she realized what she'd just said; not knowing her curious mixture of truth and lies would become her ticket out of the safety net provided by her father's name.

Pansy considered the girl. She was stunning, but looked completely out of sorts. Her breathing was uneven. She kept looking around like she'd never been to an interview before and expected something to jump out and bite her any minute.

"Right. Mr. Malfoy will see you now."

Lily gawked at her. "What?"

The door opened and Draco stepped out. He looked at Pansy with eyebrows raised.

Pansy turned to him and smiled. "Ms Moira Davis." As Lily walked past her in confusion, Pansy looked at Draco and winked.

X

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