A/N: As few of you may know, I did this in April, I think, but they chucked
it out, so I'm writing a new one, with a PLOT! LOL, R/R, please!
Disclaimer: Of course I own them all. I own all Harry Potter characters, MWA HA HA! And I'm going to marry Orlando Bloom. And I speak seventy world languages. And I know the secret to defy gravity. And I'm going to cure cancer. And I'm currently building a time machine in my backyard. Really! Come on over to one of my many mansions in the Mediterranean Sea and see it! Thank you.
Draco frowned. How dare she make him get a job! He was.DRACO! Oh, the nerve. How could he get a job? He couldn't work! Never could he work! Why did he say he would? What was he thinking??? What was wrong with him??? He could not get a job!!! Why did he give in? Why did he need a job anyway? It wasn't like she was getting a job. Oh yeah. She was. Wasn't she? What WAS she though? He didn't know. Draco sighed and wrote on a piece of parchment:
Ask Draco
Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. I will be answering all your brainless questions because I needed a job, and my girlfriend made me do this. So send in your bloody questions and I'll inform you of a solution using my great knowledge. Thank you.
Draco Malfoy
Draco smirked. It was brilliant! He'd just be an advice columnist! It was perfect! He wouldn't even have to do anything, just use his wonderful knowledge (as above described in his letter)! Plus, there was the money and the easy publicity. What fun this would be. Draco sent the letter to the Daily Prophet with his eagle owl, and walked off to find her.
A/N: I know it's been done, but please review! And if you've read anything that has to remotely do with me, you know who 'she' is. Lol.
Disclaimer: Of course I own them all. I own all Harry Potter characters, MWA HA HA! And I'm going to marry Orlando Bloom. And I speak seventy world languages. And I know the secret to defy gravity. And I'm going to cure cancer. And I'm currently building a time machine in my backyard. Really! Come on over to one of my many mansions in the Mediterranean Sea and see it! Thank you.
Draco frowned. How dare she make him get a job! He was.DRACO! Oh, the nerve. How could he get a job? He couldn't work! Never could he work! Why did he say he would? What was he thinking??? What was wrong with him??? He could not get a job!!! Why did he give in? Why did he need a job anyway? It wasn't like she was getting a job. Oh yeah. She was. Wasn't she? What WAS she though? He didn't know. Draco sighed and wrote on a piece of parchment:
Ask Draco
Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. I will be answering all your brainless questions because I needed a job, and my girlfriend made me do this. So send in your bloody questions and I'll inform you of a solution using my great knowledge. Thank you.
Draco Malfoy
Draco smirked. It was brilliant! He'd just be an advice columnist! It was perfect! He wouldn't even have to do anything, just use his wonderful knowledge (as above described in his letter)! Plus, there was the money and the easy publicity. What fun this would be. Draco sent the letter to the Daily Prophet with his eagle owl, and walked off to find her.
A/N: I know it's been done, but please review! And if you've read anything that has to remotely do with me, you know who 'she' is. Lol.