Love looks not with the eyes.

-Shakespeare

Two Years Later

"Hermione…as much as it pains me…I really need to move and get on with my life elsewhere." David said to me on a Tuesday morning at the bookstore that he owned and managed. I was stacking books back on the shelf, books that I myself had checked out from him and read multiple times.

"I understand, David…but I mean why can't I just run it alone? You know how capable I am of that." He was closing down, due to his mother's illness he couldn't be so far away from her anymore, that her time was ending and he wanted to spend it with her. He sighed from behind another shelf. I knew he wouldn't want to keep this place up and running once he left, but it never hurt to offer my help, certainly when I knew I would greatly enjoy it.

"Sweetie, I know you can," He started, "but I don't want to keep this place. You've worked for me for the past what is it…almost five years. Ever since the end of the war. I can't keep this place, I really need the money." He had now moved on to the isle which I was, he held out an envelope to me. Hesitantly, I took it and opened it up. There was easily four months pay in here. I quickly closed it as if something would escape from it.

"David I can't take-"

"You are the only employee I've ever liked, you're hard working, driven, and brilliant. I owe this to you since it is so short notice. Today is your last day dear…tomorrow I leave for Wales. I hope this gets you through until you're able to find another job."

And just like that, I had been fired and the small quaint bookstore I had grown to love turned off it's open sign forever.

What would I do now?

I could always work at the ministry I suppose…with Harry and Ron…but I didn't really want that. I was young and didn't want to be tied down just yet by a career I knew would always be waiting for me.

I went back home, or the Burrow. It was as good of a home as any, except it wasn't my true family just the people who had adopted me into their family when they realized I had nowhere to go after the war. That, and I was still dating their Ronald. But no engagement yet. He was too busy chasing his dream of joining a pro quidditch team still, even though if he hadn't been scouted by now his odds were diminishing. However because of that he had become quite fit over the past few years, not that I preferred it. Living with the Weasleys wasn't all bad, just that it was always packed and loud, but my best friend lived there, Ginny.

She'd basically became my sister.

At dinner I announced what had happened, Molly was sitting down the bread and looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, dearie, you'll get another one. You're too beautiful and smart not to." I hopped that she was right.

"You can always work with me 'mione." Ron said to me, he meant with is auror training and interrogation. Yeah, no thanks not yet anyway.

"I'm not ready to have a long term I'll always be stressed out and worried type of job just yet."

He shrugged and dug into his potatoes, "You know it's always there when you do want that."

Therefore, here I was twenty-three years old job hunting. The quibbler always had the best job openings, or at least the more interesting ones. Although, for two weeks there was nothing but squirting lettuce juice into cartons. Yeah, that wasn't very appealing.

So, I looked for other jobs other places. But there wasn't any luck and I was just about to tell Ronald that I suppose I would have to settle with the desk job that haunted me.

I came home late one night, every one else was already asleep or at least trying to drift off to sleep. Mr. Weasley always brought in the newspaper for that day and left it by the floo area. I grabbed it and sat back into the chair that rocked on its own while I flipped to the job section.

Auror. Auror. Coach. Waitress. Maid. Blah blah blah. I sighed and was just about to give up when at the very bottom I saw a caregiver one. But it wasn't the title of the job that caught my attention, but the place that needed it.

Malfoy Manor.

I swallowed hard, no one had really heard anything about them since Draco…. Mr. Malfoy was still in Azkaban, Mrs. Malfoy seemed to always be hiding, too frightened of what people would think if she were to be in public again, but Draco. I remember Draco made something of himself. He had become a very successful quidditch player, I guess his aggression was needed on the field.

But he hadn't been in any of the newspapers lately, I remembered seeing something about him though. I couldn't remember what it was exactly, but I remember I read it and thought to myself, he didn't deserve that. I sighed, I'm sure that this caregiver was for him honestly. I stood up and walked into the dark kitchen. Mr. Weasley never seemed to read the newspapers he brought home with him, however he always saved them. Says that the younger generation would need them for their history books, honestly I just think he enjoys having something to collect again.

I went to where he stashed them and pulled out a tall stack of newspapers worth five years. I tried to remember what I had hears about Draco Malfoy after war to make this task somewhat easier. I knew after the battle he had disappeared with his family for about one year…so that makes it four years. Then out of the blue he was the star seeker for some quidditch team, the green one, I remembered he had played for a year when Ron's boss surprised him with tickets for us to go. That was when Ronald realized who one of the seekers and refused to ever cheer for that team again.

So two years to look through now. It hadn't happened last year so finally I narrowed it down to one year. On May 17th I saw it. His young handsome face on the cover looking side to side in his uniform, he had such strong characteristics that you could see just by looking at him. He was strong, independent, smart, an arse, yet had a terrible past. I sighed and unfolded the newspaper. On the bottom half it showed a tournament and someone falling form the sky and hitting the ground. I watched the picture many times before I read the article, I remembered what had happened now. He had fallen off of his broom and landed painfully on the ground. I skimmed down to where the article talked about what had happened and less about him.

"…during the second half of the seasons end tournament lightening struck Mr. Draco Malfoy's broom. No one seemed aware was happening until a fellow teammate, Blaise Zabini, noticed a falling figure from the clouds. It was, in fact Draco Malfoy. Knocked unconscious from the lightning traveling through his broom and through him, he lost complete grip on his broom and hurled to the ground from 6376ft. Draco Malfoy was rushed off of the playing field immediately and flooed to St. Mungo's where he was said to have had a broken spinal cord, a concussion, a broken leg and arm, but he is expected to survive. However, due to his spinal cord injury, it is presumed he may never walk again. Furthermore, Mrs. Malfoy is having to deal…" the article went on to talk about how Mrs. Malfoy was going to have to take care of all of this herself due to the fact that her husband was lockd up.

I searched for other articles afterwards to try to follow up on the story about what had happened to him now. If he could walk, could he speak, was he paralyzed, what was he doing now?

Well, apparently he needed a caregiver now. I sighed, I really wanted to not be interested in this job but something oddly was drawing me to owling Mrs. Malfoy and letting her know I was interested.

But, I had to discuss this with someone first.