Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling and so have no claim over any names you recognise. The plot is also based on the book Tuesday's Child by Louise Bagshawe.

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I open the front door of the flat I share with my roommate. After taking my coat off and hanging it up neatly on the coat pegs I coerced my roommate to put up the Muggle way, I slip out of my flat shoes and pause in the dark hallway.

Hearing a scuffle coming from upstairs I smile as I realise I'm not the only one home.

"Draco?" I call up the stairs.

It's only a few moments before the candles in the hallway light up and Draco's head pops over the banister.

"I'm home." I say.

He smiles in answer before jogging down the stairs to where I'm standing on the lower floor.

When he reaches me we move into the kitchen.

"Girlfriend around?" I ask him casually.

"She's working." Draco replies as he moves to the cupboard and gets out two mugs.

Excellent. Draco is much more fun by himself.

I flick my wand at the kettle before settling into one of the chairs at the breakfast table.

I open my mouth to ask him what he wants for dinner when he gets there first.

"Thought we could order in Chinese. My treat." He says. "Holyhead Harpies are playing Wimbourne Wasps. Astoria won't be back till eight."

I roll my eyes at the predictable food choice despite my soaring spirits. "Make it a pizza with extra cheese and chilies and you're on. I've had a craving for pizza all day."

A Quidditch game, yummy food and my best mate. What more does a girl need? I get to spend some decent time with Draco before Annoying Astoria comes around and demands all his attention.

"Deal." Draco says with a large grin, clearly looking forward to the night himself.

As well he should. Come tomorrow morning he'll be back working in his office at the Department of Magical Law whereas I'll be doing my favourite thing in the world; reading, reading and more reading with a touch of reviewing for Book Worm Magazine.

Regardless of the money he earns, I don't envy Draco one bit. I definitely have the better end of the stick. I wouldn't change my life one bit.

ooo

Unfortunately the perfect evening doesn't last for as long as I wish it. At precisely eight there is a light lady-like rap on the front door and the seventeen minutes since that knock have been spent in interrupting silence.

"I don't think I'll ever understand this game." Astoria titters.

I flash the woman a tight smile before my gaze moves back onto the television screen.

"It's just so confusing! And look at how fast and high up they're flying. I can't believe you played this game at Hogwarts Draco. I would be holding my breath until the end of each game praying that you wouldn't get hurt."

My eyebrows rise in laughter at the words and I don't quite manage to muffle my snort.

It earns me a look of disdain from Astoria but fortunately Draco hasn't heard me as he simply gives Astoria a kiss on the lips and bends his head to whisper something in her ear. That something causes Astoria to titter shrilly (yes titter is the only word I know to describe the high pitched noise that comes out of Astoria's mouth) before she slaps his arm playfully.

"Draco. We have company." She says laughingly.

"Hermione doesn't mind does she?" Draco asks without looking at me.

Oh Merlin no. At least if they're behind closed doors I won't need to witness this disgusting display.

"Nope." I say out loud. My gaze turns back to face the screen.

"So how is your little magazine Hermione?" Astoria says. I don't bother correcting her on the fact that Book Worm Magazine isn't actually my magazine.

"It's good thanks." I reply back distractingly.

My eyes widen as I see a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies get closer to the goal. Suddenly out of nowhere the beater of the Wasps uses his club to whack the end of her broom.

"Bloody hell." I yell at the screen. "That's a foul!"

"The referee is a complete idiot." Draco says, shaking his head in disgust as the man motions for the game to carry on with no penalty for the offending player.

"Such language." Astoria says as she wrinkles her tiny pert nose. "I hope you don't talk like that at work. Even a little magazine like yours must have some professional standards."

"Astoria." Draco warns.

"I'm sorry darling," she pouts at him, "But it's hardly an adequate job. Book reviewing is more of a side job, a hobby if you will. It isn't really a fitting job for the brightest witch of her age."

I stare at her, daring her to say the words. But then Hermione isn't the brightest witch of her age anymore is she? I so want to show her just how wrong she is. Just because I haven't taken any of the jobs that were expected of me, it doesn't mean that I've let my mind wither away.

"How's your work going Astoria?" I ask instead. I have to play nice. Draco isn't just my best friend- he's also my landlord and Astoria is his girlfriend. I can only imagine horrible things befalling the woman in my head. Living with Draco and his Slytherin ways have definitely rubbed off on me.

"Oh it's wonderful." she replies with a flick of her long mane of black hair.

I suppress a shudder of irritation. What I would give to be able to flick my own wild mane in the same manner. If I was ever to try I would probably end up tangling my fingers in the curls and the pain that would follow in the untangling process would just not be worth it.

Astoria works for a magazine too. Only hers is called *ITCHES and she probably earns five times as much as me. It recently overtook Witch Weekly as the UK's number one female fashion magazine.

Astoria doesn't think much of the knee length skirts and jumpers that I wear to work. She doesn't think much of the old jeans or loose T-shirts that I wear at home. Come to think of it, Astoria doesn't approve of anything I wear…or do.

I glance over at Draco, hoping that he's looking and appreciating the effort I'm making. He's always saying that I need to be nicer and get to know Astoria better.

"So what's new?" I ask her.

She starts babbling away on the new features she's going to be involved in and I Mmm in pretend interest.

When she stops talking it takes me a while to realise that the room has gone quiet. I don't recover quickly enough to hope that the two of them think I was actually listening. I glance at Draco and he's giving me that disappointed look. Damn.

I smile brightly at Astoria in an effort to apologise to him. "That sounds great Astoria. I'm sure you're going to be really busy for the next few months."

"Oh it's nothing that I can't handle." She says breezily.

A whistle goes off and when I turn back to the T.V it's to witness the celebrations of the Wasps. Double damn.

Draco and Astoria stand up from the sofa and Draco grabs his jacket.

"Going anywhere nice?" I enquire politely as I stand to see them off.

"It's the new place that's just opened in Diagon Alley. You know- the place that's been winning all those awards. You wouldn't like it Hermione." She looks pointedly at the nearly empty pizza box on the table.

I ignore her. "Well I hope you have a fun time." I say mainly to Draco.

"Oh don't worry." She says as she snakes her hand through Draco's arm. "We're going to have a very special night."

Draco looks at me. "Don't wait up Mione." He smiles before the two of them apparate away.

I sigh exaggeratingly in relief before collapsing back down on the sofa. The television is now replaying the highlights of the game and I settle back to watch the bits that I missed when Astoria was asking her stupid questions. The last piece of pizza is looking at me temptingly and I reach forward to finish it off. The fact that Astoria would be appalled makes it all the more pleasurable.

I really don't know what Draco sees in her. Actually, scratch that. I completely know what Draco sees in her. Astoria is a whole host of things that make her attractive to the opposite sex. She's pretty, she's always well dressed in her little dresses and flowery cardigans, she acts like the Pureblood lady she is and she has a job that pays well.

She has everything that makes her Draco's type. In fact, out of all the girls that I've ever seen him date, before moving in with him and after, Astoria seems to have the complete package.

Yet why can't I get along with her. Why does she annoy me so much? Annoying Astoria.

It's not that I'm even jealous of her. Draco and I are friends and that's it. That's all I ever want to be with him. I as much as told him so when I moved in. We've been friends for years ever since Harry and Pansy got together. Being forced to spend time together at various parties our friends had thrown meant we figured out that we have a surprising amount in common. This eventually led to a strong friendship.

At the time, I was roommates with Ginny and Draco had been living with Blaise. When Blaise and Ginny had started dating and decided to move in together, it seemed like the easiest thing if I moved in with Draco.

And so that is what happened. The past two years have passed with no problems. Only now Annoying Astoria is in the picture.

Draco is one of my best friends. After my brief relationship with Oliver Wood I made the decision to never date a friend again. It complicated things that shouldn't be complicated. And I'd learnt my lesson.

And it isn't as if Draco is interested in me. If he was, surely our harmless friendly flirting would have amounted to something. Especially after we've polished off a few too many bottles of wine together. But it hasn't and that's a good thing. If we dated and something had gone wrong like they had with Oliver than I would have mucked up something really great.

And slightly less importantly, there would be no way that I could carry on living in Draco's wonderful flat. Oliver can barely stand to be in the same room as me now- the awkwardness being too much for him. I can't imagine not seeing or talking to Draco everyday.

I shake my head. There is no point in thinking what if. Before Annoying Astoria there had been Annoying Marietta and before her, Annoying Eliza.

I'm sure there is some sort of factory that makes them all and Draco is a VIP customer.

They are all the same.

And then I think of something that cheers me up. They are all the same. Which means that pretty soon Annoying Astoria will be walking daintily right out of my life. After all, Draco has barely had a relationship that's lasted longer than six months. He started dating Astoria around last Winter. Which means that in less than a month, he will be seeing a new Annoying woman and she will definitely be an improvement on Astoria.

I smile before deciding that soon my life is about to get even more perfect than it already is.

ooo

I grumble as I swat at the shoulder shaking me.

"Hermione."

"No, she's not here."

Draco carries on ruthlessly. Eventually I crack open an eye. It's the only way Draco can see the evil glare I'm giving him. I'd been up late last night reading the latest book I need to review and hadn't gotten to bed until the early hours of the morning.

"What do you want?" I mumble.

Draco shifts to move a cup of tea in front of me. I sigh before moving to sit up in bed.

"Don't think a cup of tea is going to get me to forgive you." I say as I move to take the cup from him.

I take a sip and the taste floods my mouth. Hot and sweet, just as I like it. I watch silently as he shifts a few books off my bed and moves to place them on my desk.

His gaze flies around the expanse of my room and I know he's itching to straighten it out. Out of the two of us, he's definitely the clean freak. The books lying haphazardly all over the place will definitely be niggling away at him.

"I have to tell you something." He says as he turns to look at me.

I lift my eyebrows. "Sounds ominous. Good or bad."

"A bit of both."

I smile at him in encouragement.

He looks awkward for a moment before he smiles widely, "I'm getting married."

There's no crazy moment where I choke and splutter on the tea or drop it all over me. Instead there's silence for two seconds before I force a beaming smile on my face.

"That's great Draco. I'm so happy." I lie. "You could have told me you were planning on asking her to marry you." I say as I slap his arm. I feel quite sad that he didn't confide in me.

"Actually I didn't ask her. She asked me. It was the 29th yesterday. Leap year you know."

"She asked you?" I say incredulously. That is definitely something I never thought Astoria would do. I thought she'd have wanted the whole getting down on one knee thing. Something more traditional.

"Yep." He replies.

"And you said yes!" I say excitedly. Or at least in a voice that I hope portrays excitement.

He nods his head to confirm the horrid truth.

"So is Astoria going to be moving in with us?"

The smile drops off his face. "Actually that's the bad bit."

"She's not moving in?" I ask puzzled.

"No, no. She will be moving in once we're married." Draco moves to squeeze my shoulder. "I'm sorry Mione. I really am. But I'm going to have to ask you to move out."

ooo

As soon as Draco leaves for work I manage to drag myself out of bed. I resist the urge to go into his room and mess it up to annoy him. I resist the urge to go into his drawers and dump all of Astoria's clothes in the bin. I try to resist the urge to not empty all of Astoria's expensive perfume down the bathroom sink when I'm brushing my teeth. I only drop a little down the hole but now the whole bathroom smells like a perfumery. I open the window so that when Draco gets home he won't notice anything suspicious.

How can he be marrying Astoria? He was supposed to dump her and move on! Not go ahead and marry her! The one woman that I can't stand for more than a few minutes and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her!

I know I don't have a say in the witches he dates. But seriously, Annoying Astoria! What does he see in her? Draco once drunkenly told me what he wanted in a wife. I tick off the things on his list with the attributes Astoria possesses and become even more depressed. Is it just me? Am I the crazy one for not liking her?

Dejectedly I dress myself and get ready to apparate out of my flat. My lovely flat that's ten minutes walk away from Diagon Alley. I'm not rich. There was no reward given by the Ministry for helping to kill Voldemort- not that I would have kept it but still... Where am I going to find a nice flat with the money I earn?

Sighing I apparate to work instead of calling in sick to take a "me" day.

I need the money.

ooo

Book Worm Magazine is an independent little magazine that's run by Mr Hastings, a sixty-three year old widower. He lost his wife over twenty years ago and sometimes I still catch him looking forlornly at the picture he has of her on his desk. He's the sweetest man I've ever known and he makes up a quarter of BWM.

Zacharias is twenty-one and reviews books that fall under the sci-fi genre.

Jenna is eight years older than me and at thirty-two is fast running out of hope that Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome is going to stride through her door and whisk her away, not to dissimilar from the romance books she reviews.

And there's me. I take up the last desk in the cramped room. If you haven't got the idea already, we're pretty much a fan-based organization. But that's not a bad thing. It means we get to review the great books out there that the bigger magazines turn their noses down at.

I look around the room and feel guilty at what I'm about to do. I've been working here for the last four years and I've never asked for a raise. "Today, that's going to change," I think with conviction.

I march into Mr Hastings's room and his beaming smile when he sees me makes me falter slightly.

"Morning Mr Hastings." I say.

"Hermione. Lovely day isn't it." He beams.

I glance out of the window and take in the cold February morning before turning back to face him. His beaming face is starting to scare me a little now. Something is definitely wrong.

Ignoring my gut instinct I press on. Taking the seat in front of his desk I clear my throat.

"Mr Hastings. As you know, I've worked here at BWM for the last four years and it's been great. Recently, I've begun thinking about the future-"

I get cut off. "Oh the future! Of course we can talk about that now. In fact, you can be the first to know."

"Know what."

"I…sold the magazine!"

There's a long second where all I do is stare at him.

"You've sold the magazine?" I say numbly.

The smile wipes of Mr Hastings's face. "Oh Hermione. Please don't look at me like that. I was approached by Book Review and agreed to their offer."

Book Review! Book Review! They're one of the corporate magazines that the four of us look our own noses down at.

"Book Review?" I say, struggling to hide the surprise in my voice.

"It looks like they've been taking more notice of us than I thought."

"Oh…well I guess it won't be so bad writing for them. I mean, it'll still be the four of us."

Mr Hastings's brow furrows. "Um not quite Hermione. We won't be merging with Book Review."

"Then what?" I ask.

"It's more like we're being eliminated."

"What!" I shriek.

"Don't worry Hermione. I've written you a great reference. You'll have no problem getting a job elsewhere."

"I'm out of a job!"

This can't be happening. This seriously can't be happening. First my home…and now my job!

This is a horrible day. The most horrible since the day of the Final Battle.

Mr Hastings is quick to reassure me. "You're out of this job Hermione. You're sure to all land on your feet. You especially."

I hate to say it but tears are gathering in my eyes. When I next speak my voice is dangerously close to breaking. "You're dumping us."

"Oh Hermione. Please don't cry mate. I've worked here for so long. I just…can't afford it anymore." He says with annoying reasonableness. "And no-one really wants to read books anymore. It's all Quidditch or these new Muggle compuper games."

I don't bother to correct him. "What about Jenna and Zack?"

Mr Hastings looks at me sympathetically. "Zack has a degree in Muggle Studies and Jenna's father is an ex Quidditch player. I only meant to help you with the reference."

"I know."

"I mean, it's not as if you have a degree to fall back on."

"I know."

"And you have no other experience working anywhere else."

"I know."

"And ever since you took this job, well people's opinions..."

He doesn't need to say much more. It all leads up to one thing. I'm screwed.

ooo

I decide to walk home at the end of the day. I make a detour to Diagon Alley to by a copy of the Prophet so I can scour the wanted ads. Only everywhere I look the same two words pop out at me.

Experience. Wanted.

I'm not even qualified to work as a secretary! A secretary! Now I hold no offense against secretaries but I'm the brightest witch of my age. Typing letters in a monotnous motion all day is not what I or my parents probably envisioned from my life.

Why in Merlin's name did I not listen to everyone when they said I was crazy to accept a position at BWM? Why did I think that doing something that I wanted to do for the first time in my life and not live up to other people's expectations was a good idea!

I'm still re-scouring the pages of the Prophet when Draco gets home. Please be alone. Please be alone. I really don't have the strength to play nice with Annoying Astoria right now.

"Hey." Draco says as he walks into the front room.

I smile in relief. "Hi."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I say, only it comes out like a strangled kitten is speaking. "I'm fine."

"Hermione...Is it still this morning?" he asks guiltily as he sits down next to me.

I shake my head even though I'm nodding inside my mind.

"I got fired this morning. But apart from that I'm fine."

Unfortunately that's the moment I burst into tears.

Draco stiffens up next to me before quickly transfiguring a quill into a handkerchief. I wipe my eyes messily. I'm so embarrassed. I don't think he's ever seen me cry since we've become friends. Which is funny because I seem to cry at the drop of a hat.

"Come on." He says as he stands up from the sofa.

I look up at him through blurry eyes. "Come where." I say croakily.

"I'm taking you out for dinner. Indian. Your favourite." He says.

I know he feels guilty. Draco hates Indian. He can't stand anything spicy. Whenever I make dinner, I have to make two separate dishes. One bland one for him and a hot one for me.

Then a thought pops into my head. No job means no money. Oh Merlin…here come some more tears.

"I'm broke." I say into the handkerchief.

Draco grabs hold of my left arm and pulls me up. "I'm not. It'll be my treat."

"Well…I am hungry."

"You can get whatever dessert you want." He cajoles.

And I guess I'm in no position to turn down free food.

ooo

The Calcutta Cauldron is located on the main road that runs through Diagon Alley. Despite its name, it's an incredibly posh place. The kind that normally doesn't permit diners that are dressed in jeans and a jumper like I am.

Whether it's the fact they see my teary eyes or the fact that they recognize who I am, Draco and I are escorted promptly to a table in the back of the restaurant.

Over the course of the evening and as more and more delicious dishes make their way to the table, I find myself cheering up.

It's a good thing I was hungry. Draco's barely touched his food- only taking the minimum to dip his naan bread into. The few chicken pieces he does take, he shifts around his plate to get as much sauce of as possible. The sauce is the best bit!

I'm in the middle of chewing a particular large bite of chicken myself when I catch Draco staring at me.

I chew quickly and swallow. "What." I say self-consciously.

"Nothing," he says as he shakes his head, "You and your appetite."

I flush red. Oh Merlin. I try to laugh off the embarrassment. "What. You're saying I eat like a pig?"

"Oh Merlin no." he says hastily. "Believe me, it's a good thing that you have a healthy appetite. A curvy body is much more attractive than a stick thin one."

Three things pop into my mind.

Firstly, I shake my head at his words. It's something my Dad used to tell me when I was younger and I never really believed him. I mean he's my Dad- he's supposed to make me feel better.

My second thought is when Draco's words really hit home. He thinks I have attractive curves! Draco is my best friend and I don't think of him in that way but I still get a shiver of female satisfaction at his words.

Thirdly is how if he finds a "healthy appetite" so attractive, have I never seen Astoria eating anything normal?

"And Astoria pigs out too does she?" I say half teasingly and half curiously.

Draco gets a look of confusion over his face.

"She tends to pick at whatever foods she chooses to eat. I suppose it's a Pureblood thing. Pansy used to do the same. Something about if you're a lady you leave a small amount of food on your plate."

I glance down at the two dishes that I've scraped clean.

Draco sees my look. "I like how you eat mate. Wasting food doesn't seem lady-like to me."

"You're the second guy today to call me mate." I comment randomly.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I wish I hadn't said them.

"We are mates, aren't we?"

I shake my head. "Of course we are. Sorry, I'm being crazy. It's just been a tough day."

There's a rare uncomfortable silence before Draco voices the thoughts that are running through my mind.

"Hermione, just because I'm marrying Astoria, doesn't mean that we won't hang out all the time."

"I know." I lie.

The words sound feeble to even my own ears. I know I'm being crazy. I'm actually feeling jealous of Astoria. She's taking Draco away from me…my home…she has an amazing job. While I have…

Oh damn, don't cry. Don't cry.

"You know I might be able to help you out with the job."

"I don't want to be a secretary." I say as I take a sip of wine.

I see Draco wince. "It's actually not as important as a secretary. But it should pay well-enough for you to find another flat-share."

Not as important as a secretary!

"What?" I say suspiciously.

"Advertising."

My forkful of salad stops short of my mouth. "Advertising?"

I'd be one of those corporate people that look miserable. I shudder at the thought.

"Mione." Draco says warningly.

Uh-oh, he's getting that angry look on his face- like when I promise to do the dishes whenever he cooks and forget about them till the next day.

"Your twenty-four- nearly twenty-five. You need to get a proper job."

Well I'll admit that stings.

"A proper job?"

His face softens. "You know what I mean. I supported you working at BWM because I knew you needed a break after the War to do something for yourself for once. But you need to get serious now. You're the brightest witch of your age." He says encouragingly. "If you work with Theo you'll have the opportunity for a proper career."

I try to muster up the same level of enthusiasm that Draco has. "Theo?"

"Theo Nott. He was in our year at Hogwarts."

The name rings a bell.

"He moved to America after the War and set up a successful advertising business. He's recently expanded back to the UK and needs a receptionist."

I mull over his words over a poppadom. I know his words make sense in my head. I mean I am jobless- it's not as if I have the right to be picky. But there's still a snooty voice in my head telling me that I'm so much better than being a receptionist. I mean people thought I'd be an Auror or a lawyer like Draco or something equally internationally renowned.

Hermione Granger- office receptionist doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

"OK." I agree hesitantly.

"He'll offer you the job but you'll have to make a few changes."

"Like what." I say suspiciously.

"He's a major player in the market. Which means he expects the best from his staff."

"So I need a makeover."

"No. Just need to change a few things. Like the way you dress. I don't think he's looking for the…bookish…homey…look. Maybe modify how you act. How you portray yourself." He laughs uneasily and I quickly move to hide my bitten fingernails under the table.

"No more mess. No more jeans and T-shirts or jumpers. No more burrowing your head in a book."

"No more fun." I say childishly.

"Not really. I mean, it's just at work. Oh, I have the perfect idea. Astoria will give you a few tips."

My heart plummets at the words but Draco sounds so happy at the thought that I can't seem to bring myself to do anything but nod my head.

"This will be great. I'll be able to pull a few strings and you should be able to start in a few days."

I realise how silly I'm acting. Draco's doing this for me and I'm acting ridiculous. "Thanks Draco. This is really great."

Draco nods his head and smiles at me in return.

ooo

I spend the next day cleaning out my room. My books are piled into boxes and then shrunk to a hundredth of their actual size. I lock them away in my truck for safe keeping. I find myself staring at the empty room in wonder when I'm finished. Without the books covering its every surface, it looks…wrong.

When Draco gets home he isn't alone. It's the first time I've seen Astoria since Draco told me of their wedding and I plaster a smile across my face. I can do this for Draco.

"Astoria! I believe congratulations are in order."

"It's best wishes."

"Excuse me?" I say puzzled.

"You say congratulations to the prospective groom. You give the prospective bride your best wishes."

"Oh. Well best wishes."

"Thank You." She smiles at me with a look in her eye that I can't quite decipher.

I turn to face Draco. "Well I cleaned my room out." I say brightly.

"Oh really." Astoria says happily. "That's good news. I thought you were never going to move out." She titters.

Draco chuckles and I'm left standing there confused at her words which I'm pretty sure weren't meant in the jokey way she said them.

"Well I think we should celebrate." Draco says. "I owled Theo today and he's happy for you to start next Monday."

"Great." I force a smile on my face.

He turns to face Astoria, "Maybe you could take Hermione shopping sometime before then. You know get some dresses and maybe get your hair and nails done."

Sounds like hell to me but Astoria is already agreeing and I can't very well say no can I?

"Of course darling. I think it'll be good for Hermione and I to have a girls day. Get to know each other better and air a few things out."

Oh Merlin. That really doesn't sound like fun.

"We just bought some salmon for dinner. Astoria and I will be able to knock you up a delicious meal in no time."

I try to make my excuses but it's no use. In half an hour I'm eating a wonderfully cooked piece of fish.

It's so unfair. Astoria doesn't eat and she can cook amazingly. I on the other hand would eat my own hand if the situation was dire enough and I can't even cook pasta without the help of magic.

"Oh before I forget," Draco says as he stands up from the table and moves to get something from his jacket pocket. It's a bundle of paper and he hands it over to me.

"Theo sent me your contract for you to read through."

I skim the first paragraph of legal jargon before my eyes land on my wages. My eyes widen and my brain struggles to believe what I'm seeing. £20,000? To sit at a desk and answer phone calls! That's nearly double what I'm currently earning!

Maybe this job won't be such a bad idea after all.

ooo

I manage to sit through another forty-five minutes of dinner. The breaking point comes when Astoria manages to figure out how much I'm going to be earning. Instead of joining in with my happiness she condescendingly says "how everyone has to start somewhere."

I make out like I forgot that I have to meet Ginny and leave dinner early.

I decide to visit Harry and Pansy. Hopefully they won't mind me spending a few hours in front of their television or in their library. At least that way I'll get back home late enough to not hear Draco and Astoria shagging.

ooo

Author's Note: So here's my new story. I'm having a hard time writing the next chapter of Deceit so hopefully this story accompanied by what will be your lovely reviews will push me! Until next time, Curiositykils