Getting by
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters, yet at least.
A/n: Hey all. Yep, another new story. READ AND REVIEW. If ur not goin ta review, please don't read my story. (Sorry, but I'm a little crabby right now...)
"Oh Ginny, I need a job so bad. I just don't know what to do anymore!" Hermione began to cry on Ginny's shoulder. She was poor now and had no place to live but at Ginny and Ron's house. Ron and Ginny moved in together as soon as school let out. Ron came down the stairs, hearing women's voices in his living room.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Hermione's just a little drunk again. She found the vodka we hid in the cabinet for special occasions." Ginny replied back.
"Oh Hermione, it'll be okay. You'll get a nice job and move out of here...someday." Ron tried to comfort her, but she just glared at him and went back to sobbing.
"You need rest. I know, first thing tomorrow morning we can start looking for jobs for you in the paper." Ginny smiled.
"That's nice." Hermione said lightheadly. She got up and ran to the bathroom.
The next morning:
Hermione woke up and looked at her alarm clock.
'Ten a.m.? Why didn't Ron or Ginny wake me up?' she thought. She rolled out of bed and walked down the stairs, looking around the quit house. Hermione then went into the small kitchen and sat down at the table for a while.
"Ron! Ginny! You up yet!" she looked at the water stains on the table for a moment. They reminded her of her deceased cat, Crookshanks who'd died when Malfoy accidentally put a spell on him. She never forgave him, and he never said sorry. 'I wonder where that bastard is now. He should be around 20 now.' she thought.
She looked across the table and found a note.
Dear Hermione,
Me and Ron, or should I say Ron and I, had to rush out for a bit. Sorry we couldn't wake you but you were in a bit of a hangover. We're at the grocery store, then we'll have to go to Neville's home to help him with the children. We'll be back in about...eight hours...
Love Ginny,
p.s. Ron said hi.
Hermione smiled, but then grimaced at the thought that she didn't have anyone to help her find a job now. She threw the note in the garbage and went into the living room after making her usual morning coffee. If she didn't drink at least four cups a day she'd be all cranky and want to get drunk. On the living room table there was a paper and she decided to take interest in it, for fun.
"Hmm, lost cat...I miss Crookshanks if only I had the money to adopt that cat that looks just like him. Car for sale...Buy your clothing cheaper...if only I had the money." she said outloud, reading over the paper articles. She turned to the classifieds, and decided to close the paper, until she saw a big add that took up almost half the page. She opened the paper again and read it in her head.
'Ixbie's Cleaning service, we hire almost anyone. But remember, it's not about who we hire, it's about who hire's you after words, do you have what it takes to be a maid or a servant?' Hermione grimaced at first, but she knew it was the only way she would ever find a better job. She used to be top boss in her company and had a nice house and everything, until someone in her company sold her out and took all her money, and everything that came along with it.
'I wonder when I can go for an interview...interview's Mon. through Thurs.' it was only wed. so she decided to go down. She took her car, an old hand-me down car. The only thing the company didn't take and it would've been her home.
"Miss Hermione Granger? Mrs. Ixbie would like to see you now."
"Thank you." Hermione got up and went into the office. She was shaking. Mrs. Ixbie was a nice woman and extremely neat, but you didn't want to get on her bad side.
"So, you're name is Hermione Granger?"
"Yes..."
"Do you have kids, where do you live, do you have any other jobs?"
"Um...no...with my friend and her brother, and no." Mrs. Ixbie looked at her funny.
"So you don't have a home of your own?"
"No." Hermione really started shaking then.
"So tell me dear, how bad do you need this position?"
"Oh, BAD Mrs. Ixbie...ma'am" Mrs. Ixbie could see the pain in Hermione's face as thoughts of poverty flourished through her head.
"Well, you certainly do look like you need the money..." Mrs. Ixbie leaned forward and whispered.
"When can you start?"
"Tomorrow?" Mrs. Ixbie sat back. She rolled her chair over to the computer and typed in some letters.
"I'm sorry. I can't find anything for you." Hermione began to cry.
Ring! Ring! "Mrs. Ixbie, you have a call on line 3."
Mrs. Ixbie answered her phone and talked very quietly so Hermione couldn't hear. She hung up the phone.
"Okay, Miss Granger. I'll set you up with this rich family to start off with. I expect nothing but the best from you. This call was unexpected and they need a maid bad."
"Thank you!" Hermione almost jumped out of her seat.
"Oh, and one more thing dear."
"Yes?" Hermione got all excited.
"You have to be their live in maid."
"Oh..." Hermione got nervous. 'It's for the money. You can't live with your friends forever Hermione.' she thought.
"Ok, I'll do it!"
A/n: YAY. That was long, but you'll be satisfied to know who she'll have to work for...ohhh who will it beeeee? REVIEW...NOW!