I slumped onto my sofa, coffee in hand. I hadn't been out my house more than thirty minutes and with Scorpius, less than five! I can't imagine I gave much of an impression, it might be why Draco ended our interview so fast.
I sipped my coffee and thought about my life, what I was planning on doing if I didn't get the job with Draco. What I would do if I did get the job with Draco.
Could I really leave my tiny apartment behind to move in with Draco Malfoy of all people? Before I knew it, my coffee mug was empty, I rose slowly to make myself another when I heard the fireplace crackle and a small pop telling me someone had arrived.
I checked my clock, who was visiting me? I wasn't expecting anyone.
I opened my kitchen door and my face lit up, it was Harry!
I placed my cup onto the counter and went to hug my long-time friend. He hugged me tightly back.
"Harry!" I exclaimed happily!
"Y/N, it's been too long, how are you?" Harry held me at arms length to look me over. I blushed, his gaze always made me feel shy, I don't know why, it's just something it's always done.
"I'm great, I was just about to make a coffee, want one?" I asked as I turned back to my kettle.
"A cup of your tea would be amazing right now actually"
I turned to face him as I flicked on the kettle, "everything okay?" I asked slowly. He loves my cups of tea, but to make a point of it, meant something was wrong.
He shrugged half-heartedly, "oh I don't know" he sighed softly, "it's just so hard right now with Ginny"
I gulped and grabbed him a large mug, I placed the teabag in and poured the freshly boiled water on top, I absentmindedly twirled the bag whilst watching Harry intently.
Harry and Ginny had married straight after the war, they'd been so in love it was like out of a movie, they quickly had three beautiful children and moved high up in their careers. But like most couples who married so fast after the war, it didn't last. The euphoria from surviving soon dwindled and people realized they didn't actually want to be married. They'd married so fast purely because they were thankful to be alive.
They started divorce proceedings last week.
I watched as Harry buried his face into his hands, he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, making it stand on end even more.
I added a single spoon of sugar and placed it in front of him. He was sat on my kitchen island, his one foot on the floor whilst the other rested on the bar on the stool.
"Thanks, she's just told me she is leaving the country for fuck knows how long, to play Quidditch. How do I tell the kids? They're already upset that we're divorcing, but for her to take off like this. Ugh it's so fucking Ginny Weasley!" He slammed his fist onto the counter top and I jumped. I wasn't expecting such outburst from him.
"Sorry" he said, looking at me with sad eyes. I placed my hand onto his arm,
"Don't apologize Harry, she's a bitch, we all know that. She's only ever thought about herself, it wouldn't surprise me if.." I gasped and held my tongue between my teeth.
I have always been able to speak freely with Harry, but I felt now of all times, wouldn't be a very good time to bad mouth his soon-to-be ex wife.
"Go on" he prodded.
I bit my lower lip slightly, "well, it's just that, you know, you're Harry, the Harry Potter. We all said that she was only with you because you're you, and she wanted to have kids with you just so she could have ties with you forever" my words came out fast, as if saying them quicker would hurt less.
He frowned, "all?"
I grimaced, shit.
"Well, Ron an-and Hermione" I said quietly.
He groaned, "so everyone knew she was only after me for my title" he said sarcastically.
"Harry-"
"No it's okay, I should have known myself really" he slumped into the stool further, making him appear half the height he actually was.
I squeezed his arm reassuringly, "look, what's happened has happened, we can't change the past, no Harry, we can't" I added as he raised his eyebrows, "we do things for a reason, it teaches us things, what we can do, is look to the future, you have your kids full-time, so no fighting for visitation rights or anything, and you get half her fortune" I added laughing.
He smiles softly, "even as one of the best Quidditch players, I still have more money than her" we laughed as we sipped our drinks. I watched him as his arms flexed when he rose the cup to his lips.
Since leaving Hogwarts and becoming an Auror, he had gotten himself quite muscly, his arms stretched the fabric of any top he wore.
Suddenly Harry made a grab for a piece of parchment on the table, before I realized what it was he was reading quickly. He nearly choked on his tea when he gasped, "Malfoy? You've applied to work for Malfoy?"
I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment, "I think you'll find that's none of your business Potter" I snarled, snatching the letter from his fingers. I crumpled the parchment and threw it into the sink, I turned the tap on furiously and let the water turn it to mush.
I turned to face Harry with my arms right across my chest, my face still red. Harry looked away sheepishly, "I didn't mean to pry" he said quietly.
"It's not the prying that bothers me Harry, it's the judging"
He looked up at me sharply, "I'd never judge you Y/N. It was just a shock to see his name"
"Yeah well, he's the only one interested in offering me a job, Witches Clean got rid of me"
"What? When?" Harry stood and walked around to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, I relaxed slightly.
"I had a letter," I pointed to the parchment on the table with my head sharply, "I saw Malfoy's ad and thought I'd just try it, I didn't expect much but I was desperate, then this morning he saw me but I was there barely an hour" I groaned and buried my face into my hands. Harry steered me to the bar stool and I sat down, I felt like such a failure.
"Tell me everything" Harry demanded.
I explained what happened, how I barely met Scorpius before I was dismissed, "I feel like a failure, I've lost my job, I've lost Phoebe" a dry sob escaped my lips. I felt Harry chuckle beside me.
"You haven't lost Phoebe Y/N, she's only gone to school" he chuckled again.
"Same thing" I grumbled but chucked softly.
"As for the job, Malfoy will pay well so that's great, you'll get more than Witches Clean can ever offer, and he works at The Ministry so you'll never see him" I looked up and saw Harry beaming down at me.
"About that" I said slowly, Harry raised a thick eyebrow, "if I get the job, I will have to move in with him" my voice was barely a whisper.
"What? Why?" Harry gaped at me.
"I don't know really, guess it'll be easier to care for Scorpius,"
"So Malfoy won't have to lift a finger! How lazy can a parent be" Harry's eyes flashed dangerously. Lack of parenting really rubbed Harry the wrong way.
"I mean, I don't mind, Scorpius actually seemed real sweet, it's just hard to think I'm having to leave all this for him" I glanced around my tiny kitchen.
It wasn't much, but it was mine and after having Phoebe and being alone, I was proud of what I'd accomplished by myself.
Harry squeezed my shoulder once more, "look, I'm sure everything will be fine and work out for the best, everything happens for a reason right?"
I smiled sadly at Harry, "it sure does"
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A week had passed before I received a letter from Malfoy, I tore it open impatiently, I needed to know my fate sooner rather than later.
Y/L/N
It is with pleasure that I would like to offer you the position of Scorpius' nanny.
The job is to start immediately so please start packing your belongings to move into Malfoy Manor as soon as possible.
Until you have moved in, you shall be expected to start work at eight am every morning until you are dismissed.
Regards,
Draco Malfoy.
So that was it, I was moving home.
I didn't know how I felt, in one hand I was happy to have a job and an income to live, in the other hand, I was upset that my life had taken this direction. I was having to work for Draco bloody Malfoy. How low can one's life get?
I stood up and made my way to my bedroom, I might as well start packing sooner rather than later. Being a witch had its benefits because it wouldn't take as long.
With a swish of my wand I had packed everything in my room. I shrunk the boxes so that I could place them all into one larger box.
I perched down onto the edge of my bed and looked around the now empty room. The last few years of my life disappeared in a swish of a wrist. Tears filled my eyes as memories flooded my mind.
I remembered bringing Phoebe home for the first time, her first steps across the soft carpet, the first time she accidentally used magic, her face as she read her Hogwarts letter for the hundredth time.
I smiled sadly, I know I'll have those memories forever and I didn't need a place to remind me, but it didn't feel right to be leaving it behind.
I went back into my kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, I'll admit, I may have a slight problem but hey ho. I needed to decide what I would be wearing to work. Malfoy never told me of a uniform or anything so I guess it was down to me.
I wanted to look professional but I was also looking after a small child, I couldn't dress like I was working in an office but also not a slob.
I racked my brains until I decided on a knee length baby blue dress, it had short sleeves and buttoned all up the front to just above my cleavage. It was comfortable, looks lovely and had the capability of allowing me to play with a child freely.
I had a pair of black lace up pumps I could wear with it and I'd wear my hair in a high pony so to keep it out the way of any paintings or things we'd be doing.
I gaped at my coffee mug, what was I meant to even do with Scorpius? I hadn't been given any instructions or any ideas of what the child liked to do?!
I ran my fingers through my hair, what had I gotten myself into! I looked into my nearly empty mug and decided I needed something stronger than coffee. I drained the last bit of coffee and grabbed my purse, I needed the pub!
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