A/N: Hello. Thanks to my reviewers. Here is chapter three. Hope you like it.

A Dangerous Infatuation

A Job Application

Draco sat staring listlessly out the window on a sunny day. He had his pale hand resting beneath his chin as he slouched in his armchair.

"Lucius," Narcissa muttered, watching Draco as he yawned and then went back to what he was doing. It freaked her out, for he wasn't blinking. At all.

"Hmm?" Lucius asked in the den across from the sitting room Draco was in. She entered the den and shut the double doors behind her. At this Draco snapped back to life and looked at the closed doors ahead of him. Now just what would his mother have to talk about with his father that would include shutting him out? He crept to the door and put his ear against it.

"He just sits there all day!" Narcissa complained. "There has to be something he can do."

"Make him go to work," Lucius muttered. "Send him off to go find himself a job."

"He doesn't need to work!" Narcissa protested.

"You said it yourself. There has to be something he can do. So make him put his energy into something more constructive, other than sitting on his arse," Lucius murmured. He heard his mother approaching the doors again and he backed away from them, suspending his fist in the air as though he were about to knock.

"Oh!" she cried out startled when she saw him standing there. "Draco!" Narcissa said grasping her heart. "You frightened me. Come in! Sit down."

Draco looked at his mother strangely and walked past her. He then sat next to his father on the black velvet couch and stared at him. Lucius, sensing this, only dove deeper into his book trying not to feel Draco's warm peppermint scented breath on his cheek. He flipped a page, his cheek twitching, and Draco grinned.

"Must you always harass me boy!" Lucius snapped, finally acknowledging his son's presence. Draco smirked satisfied.

"You're so easy, father," he said, leaning into the fluffy cushions of the couch.

"Draco," Narcissa said. "Your father and I think it's best that you get a summer job. To keep you occupied for the time being. Lots of children your age have started working and we think it will give you a sense of responsibility if you put your energy into something constructive, and rewarding. Seeing as you'll be making your own money and such."

Draco shrugged thoughtfully.

"Alright," he said nonchalantly. "I'll go apply for a job at Flourish and Blotts."

"What?" Lucius blurted out. "The book store?"

"Yes father. You have been in a bookstore before haven't you? There's nothing fag about it. Just like you put a stop to me cooking because you said that it was a hobby for gay wizards that would make wonderful housewives," Draco muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Why can't you go apply at the World Of Quidditch or something?" Lucius protested.

"Because I see it as, if I'm the one going to work, it should be at a place that I want to work," Draco said.

"And you want to work at the bookstore?" Lucius snapped sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact father, I like to read," Draco snapped. "And isn't it funny that you're bashing the idea of me working in a bookstore, while you have a book in your lap right now?"

"Touché," Lucius said. Narcissa was smiling. "Alright," Lucius muttered after a moment. "But if you're going to apply today, I want you home before dark."

With Draco having permission to leave the house, he turned to go when his father bellowed quickly:

"And no more chocolate!"

Draco shut the door behind him. No more chocolate indeed…

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Draco paused in front of Flourish and Blotts for a moment. There was a small help wanted sign in the little window of the shop. Perhaps Granger wasn't enough. He then entered the bookstore, the little bell ringing above his head. Hermione was in front of the counter holding a magazine in her hand. Business was slow on this day seeing as people were at work.

"How can I-" but Hermione cut herself short realizing who it was.

"Malfoy!" she said. "What-"

"I came to apply for a job Granger," Draco drawled, looking around the shop in a bored manner. "My parents want to get me out of the house."

"But you can't apply here!" Hermione said incredulously.

"And why is that, Granger?" Draco asked.

"Because I work here," Hermione said pointing to herself. "Me!"

"Yes, I see that," Draco said slightly amused.

"Why would you want to work here, where you have to visit with a mudblood all day?" Hermione asked scowling at him.

"Nobody said I have to visit with you Granger," Draco replied shortly. "I just want something to do other than sit around in that huge house all day playing hide and go seek with my cat, while eating Macaroni and Cheese."

"What?" Hermione inquired.

"Nothing I want to repeat," Malfoy said, coming up to the front desk and taking an application from a stack.

"I can't believe this is happening!" Hermione whispered. "I knew something bad was going to happen today."

"Yup I would be your something bad," Draco said, taking a pen from the desk. "Your something sad…"

"What are you mumbling about?" she asked.

"Well if I'm what you dread when you wake up in the morning, perhaps you need to find something better to do with your time…" Draco replied, putting a check mark here, and his information there.

"You are so full of yourself," she snapped. "I don't think of you first thing in the morning."

"But when I start working here you will," Draco replied.

"And why is that?" Hermione asked a little worried.

"Because I'll be your worst nightmare come to life," Draco said with a sneer.

"You already are," Hermione said.

"Well, your worst nightmare come to life that you see everyday," he drawled, signing the application.

"You don't even know if you'll get hired!" Hermione snapped snootily.

"I think I will," Draco replied.

"And why are you so sure?" Hermione asked.

"Because you're the only one here that works, other than the owner, or else somebody else would be here today," Draco replied. He then put the application in a slot and disappeared out of the bookstore.

A/N: I know it's short but I hope you like it anyway!