...he looked over and saw none other than George Weasley with his son Fred helping a customer with nosebleed nougats.
"Fred, finish explaining the candy to this young man, I have a customer I need to see to." George said to his son.
"Yes daddy. Anyway, as my dad was saying you give this to your enemy and in about an hour there nose..." Fred said excitedly.
"Malfoy." George deadpanned.
"Weasley."
"What brings you to my shop?" George questioned suspiciously.
"Well um, I..." Draco Malfoy stuttered around the truth, he couldn't let the Weasel boy, a blood traitor; know he was in desperate need of money.
"Spit it out I have other customers to see too." George said coolly.
"Ineedajob." Draco spit out.
"Pardon?" George said
"I need a job..." Draco repeated, so much for keeping his lack of money a secret.
"The 'oh so amazing Malfoy' actually needs to work to earn money?" George said mockingly.
"Yes." Draco stated.
"Well, I don't know..." George said, toying with Malfoy's patience to see if he could manage to work in a joke shop.
"Please, I have a son to support and I need the money to pay our rent, please, this job means a lot to me." Draco begged.
The edge in George's voice softened and he looked Draco in the eyes, "This job, you really need it don't you?"
"Yes, please." Malfoy begged.
"Well, okay."
"Good, thank you." Draco said his smug attitude returning quickly.
"Come back to my office and I'll explain your job to you."
"Right." Draco said following George.
Draco Malfoy thought to himself, maybe, just maybe, he could get that George Weasley wrapped around his finger enough to take this booming business into his own hands. He could be rich again...