10 points to who gets the Blackadder reference.

I'm getting bored my 2nd day of work...I should be steadily writing this summer wOOt.

Chapter 1

A hand firmly set upon a hip, "Father you must be joking…"

A scoff, "Me? I am hardly the joking type."

A slap to a forehead, "Well seriously father…me? Working? And at the MINISTRY!"

A flip of long silver hair, "Simply put Draco, yes. I want you to work there for the summer.

A feigned faint onto the plush gray couch, "But why? Why ME? Why there? Why do I have to work?"

A stern glare, "Draco, you know how the ministry frowns on us. All of the accusations, the rumours…"

A correction, "…the facts…"

A clearing of the throat, "Draco, we need to win over the inner circle of the ministry, just to be safe."

A smug smirk, "Use of my charm eh? That will be easy." A pause, "The work won't be difficult, will it?"

A look of slight apprehension, "Of course not. You are to be the assistant of the assistant to the Minister himself."

A brow of confusion, "Assistant of the assistant…wait…I'm going to be someone's dogsbody? Father, I utterly refuse! Yu want me to be someone's servant for the summer?"

A plea, "Draco come on. You must. The pay is rather good…"

A fist slams on the table, "Father I don't need the spare galleons, everyone in the wizarding world knows this."

A calculating move, "I promise to give you free will to apparate to whichever stores you want to spend those galleons…and then some. At your age that is more than a privilege."

A breaking point, "…and new Nimbuses for the team in the fall?"

A headache, "Sure Draco. Do not let me down."

A pure smile, "Deal. I won't father."

A stumbling of the feet, "Hey dad, can I borrow a…what are they called…wrench? Ginny's bike is…"

A brief explosion, followed by a dirtied figure, "Ron! Just the son I wanted to see."

A fit of coughs, "Hey…everything alright?"

A dusty pat on the shoulder, "Of course. What happened this time? Just a slight," a cough, "hiccup."

A nod of false assurance, "Don't you mean cough? Well, the chain…thing slid off…honestly I don't get why she bothers with it when her broom works fine."

An exchange, "Ah here you go. It's a wonderful muggle invention; it's how they get around without dispelling harmful fumes."

A roll of the eyes, "Sure dad. Anything else?"

A brightening smile, "Yes actually. I was going to wait until tonight but…how would you like to work at the ministry this summer?"

A matching smile, "Really? That would be awesome! What am I going to be doing?"

A look of mock apprehension, "Well…the only job that was available was an assistant to the auror department."

A widening of the eyes, "Brilliant! Thanks dad."

A crushing hug, "Hey it was nothing. They need someone and well, you aren't Fred and George so they will be delighted. Plus think of the spending money…"

A brief moment of reverie, "I could buy the newest Nimbus and…"

A hearty laugh, "That's fine. Just promise me you'll save up and not spend it all on chocolate frogs."

A pure smile, "Deal. I won't dad."