DISCLAIMER: You know the deal. I don't own the people, places, things, or
ideas that you recognize. J.K. Rowling gets all credit for those.
Everything else is mine.
A/N: Reviews/Constructive criticism = very nice! Enjoy!
Now for Chapter 3...
It was cold and rainy-thunder crashed and lightning illuminated the black sky, which had few stars that night. And then it happened. It blasted through the house, as it did every night for the past two weeks. He had forgotten the hell of waking up every night, answering to the cry of a helpless child. But for some reason, the cry of his daughter was the most beautiful song he had ever heard, even if it played in the wee hours of the morning. Draco's wife removed the warm blanket from her body and rolled out of bed, but a weary Draco shook his head.
"I'll get her," he said. "You go back to sleep." Though feeling bad for her husband, Elizabeth didn't hesitate to climb back into the comfortable bed. Sleep was rare in the Malfoy house ever since Leila arrived.
Draco rubbed his eyes and walked over to the basinet, which was in the room adjacent to his. He turned the light on and Leila cried louder as if she were blinded by the brightness. He gently picked her up and rocked her, trying to sooth her and get her to fall back asleep. Her cry died down, but thunder crashed once more, stirring up Leila's tears again. Frustrated, Draco sat in the rocking chair and rocked her gently. Before he knew it, her eyes were closed. He let out a long sigh of relief, placed his daughter lovingly in the basinet as to not wake her again. With the little bit of energy he had, he climbed into bed and resumed his slumber, only to be awoken three hours later by Leila's wail once again.
As his wife tended to the baby, Draco took a cold shower to wake him up. Today was the day that he would try to go find work at Diagon Alley. He got washed up and went downstairs. His wife had prepared a nice breakfast for him. He devoured it quickly, kissed his wife on the cheek and then his daughter, who was in Elizabeth's arms, on the forehead.
"Good luck," Elizabeth said as Draco ran, grabbed some floo powder, and yelled, "DIAGON ALLEY!" He was gone in a matter of seconds. The boom caused by traveling via floo power scared Leila to pieces.
Banging both his head and rear end, Draco landed. He looked up and saw familiar places that he had not seen in some time, which all brought back memories of the days preparing for Hogwarts. He walked in and out of every shop, looking for jobs. His quest lasted for hours with no luck. No store needed any assistance of any kind. Draco found it ironic that when he needed work, there was none to be found. "Ahh, Ollivander's," he said to himself. "I wonder how he's doing. He is so old now he can probably use some help," he thought to himself.
"Mr. Malfoy," Ollivander greeted Draco as soon as he stepped into the shop, Ollivander's Master Wand Makers. "Haven't seen you in quite some time young man."
"I was wondering," Draco began. "Could you use any help around here? I'm willing to do anything. I'm in dire need of money." He explained the entire story to the wand-maker.
"Another Malfoy, ay?" Ollivander asked, referring to Leila. "Well I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, I don't have an open spots for you to fill, but I do know that the Ministry of Magic has a lack of workers nowadays. I'm sure you've read that in The Daily Prophet, haven't you?"
Draco nodded. The Ministry of Magic? Draco knew that this would be virtually impossible, for the Ministry of Magic was the entire reason he was poor. His father had done heinous things-unspeakable things-while working for the Ministry. All of the money in the Malfoy name was taken away as punishment. Draco had done his best to come up with money to replace it, but could never come close to the millions of dollars that were safely tucked away in the Malfoy account at one time. If Draco even tried to apply for a job there, they would shun him for the mere fact that he was a Malfoy. He was so desperate however; this would be worth a shot.
Though it took quite some time, Draco finally arrived at the front desk of the Ministry of Magic. There was a receptionist at the desk. She was a small, fat woman with gray curly hair and a black pointed hat. She was rummaging through thousands of papers quickly with ease. She looked up, gasped at the sight of Draco, and continued working. She knew that he was a Malfoy by the platinum blonde hair and icy eyes that Draco inherited from his father,
"Excuse me," Draco said. He cleared his throat to get the woman's attention. She looked up at him again, shook her head in shame and continued about her business, her eyes lighting up when she found the document she had been searching for.
"Excuse me," Draco said once more. "Can I get some help here?" he asked with hints of attitude and frustration lingering in his voice.
The woman rolled her eyes and looked at Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid I can't help you with anything. Please show yourself out," she demanded.
Draco slammed his hand on the desk. "You're going to help me Miss, regardless of what my damn father did years ago," he shouted.
Frightened by the rage she noticed in Draco's eyes, the woman nodded and asked him what he needed, even though she knew that she wasn't supposed to let a Malfoy near the Ministry.
"I need a job. A good one. I hear there are openings in the Ministry of Magic that I know I am more than capable of filling," Draco said. He talked as pompously as he did when he was younger.
"There are spots here Mr. Malfoy, but I'm certain that the Ministry does not want another Malfoy working here ever again. Is that clear?" she asked. She could see the fire burning in Draco's eyes.
Draco wasn't like his father, but everyone assumed that he was. Yes, as a child, it was true that he had characteristics of Lucius Malfoy. He was cunning and cocky, and was predicted to be the mirror image of his father. But as he got older, Draco realized that he didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be anything like Lucius. Therefore he let his reputation of the "bad ass" go. Draco knew in his mind that he was nothing like his father anymore, aside from the last name, the physical resemblance, and of course, the ill temper every now and then. This temper was kicking in as Draco stood there with impatience.
"Look," he said, getting in the face of the receptionist, who he noticed was named Millicent from the name tag she wore on her chest. "I need a job. I'm not my damn father so there's no use in thinking that I am. I'm trying to be nice but you're causing me to want to do otherwise. Please tell me what you can do."
For the millionth time that day, Draco explained his family situation and his money issues. When he saw Millicent's eyes water with tears pity for the Malfoys, he knew that he was in. He knew that he'd have a chance.
Millicent delved into a messy drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment with a list of departments in which there were job openings. She handed it to him and he read down the list. (A/N- you may not recognize these, but they too belong to J.K. Rowling)
-Department of Mysteries -Magical Law Enforcement Squad -Accidental Magic Reversal Squad -Improper Use of Magic
And then he saw it.
-Department of Magical Games and Sports
"What job is available for the Department of Magical Games and Sports?" he questioned. Millicent muttered a spell to herself and a piece of blue parchment came floating towards her.
She pushed her glasses onto the tip of her nose and read, "The only job opening dealing with the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Games and Sports is the following: Assistant Chief Promoter of Quidditch." She looked up at him to see if he had any sort of reaction in the job. No one that had come to her looking for work had seemed interested in that job. Draco stood there in deep thought. After minutes of debating whether this job seemed fit for a Malfoy, he realized his current situation. He needed a job and he needed one fast. He had to apply.
"I'd like to apply for that job," Draco announced. Millicent reached under her desk and a very small snowy owl emerged from what Draco had determined was a hidden cage. Millicent wrote something on a piece of parchment. Draco tried to read it to the best of his ability.
To the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister (Percy Weasley),
We finally have a potential applicant for the job of the Assistant Promoter of Quidditch. The only problem with this is his name is Draco Malfoy.
Sincerely,
Millicent Warren Head Receptionist
Millicent attached the note to the owl, patted its head, and it was off to find Percy, who not surprisingly had taken on the job of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm not sure when I'll get a response from Mr. Weasley. He most likely has to contact Cornelius Fudge about this. It's a shame. This would be so much easier if you weren't who you are. You're welcome to either go home and wait for us to send you an owl, or you can sit here. I can't be sure how long you'll be here for, could be days for all I know, but you're welcome to stay regardless.
Draco nodded and stood up, filled with aggravation. "I'll be expecting an owl from the Ministry soon," he said and walked out.
A/N - I hope you liked it! Please R/R! I could really use your supportive comments and/or your constructive criticism. Flames aren't welcomed with open arms, but if you must..*scowl*
* Lady x Malfoy *
A/N: Reviews/Constructive criticism = very nice! Enjoy!
Now for Chapter 3...
It was cold and rainy-thunder crashed and lightning illuminated the black sky, which had few stars that night. And then it happened. It blasted through the house, as it did every night for the past two weeks. He had forgotten the hell of waking up every night, answering to the cry of a helpless child. But for some reason, the cry of his daughter was the most beautiful song he had ever heard, even if it played in the wee hours of the morning. Draco's wife removed the warm blanket from her body and rolled out of bed, but a weary Draco shook his head.
"I'll get her," he said. "You go back to sleep." Though feeling bad for her husband, Elizabeth didn't hesitate to climb back into the comfortable bed. Sleep was rare in the Malfoy house ever since Leila arrived.
Draco rubbed his eyes and walked over to the basinet, which was in the room adjacent to his. He turned the light on and Leila cried louder as if she were blinded by the brightness. He gently picked her up and rocked her, trying to sooth her and get her to fall back asleep. Her cry died down, but thunder crashed once more, stirring up Leila's tears again. Frustrated, Draco sat in the rocking chair and rocked her gently. Before he knew it, her eyes were closed. He let out a long sigh of relief, placed his daughter lovingly in the basinet as to not wake her again. With the little bit of energy he had, he climbed into bed and resumed his slumber, only to be awoken three hours later by Leila's wail once again.
As his wife tended to the baby, Draco took a cold shower to wake him up. Today was the day that he would try to go find work at Diagon Alley. He got washed up and went downstairs. His wife had prepared a nice breakfast for him. He devoured it quickly, kissed his wife on the cheek and then his daughter, who was in Elizabeth's arms, on the forehead.
"Good luck," Elizabeth said as Draco ran, grabbed some floo powder, and yelled, "DIAGON ALLEY!" He was gone in a matter of seconds. The boom caused by traveling via floo power scared Leila to pieces.
Banging both his head and rear end, Draco landed. He looked up and saw familiar places that he had not seen in some time, which all brought back memories of the days preparing for Hogwarts. He walked in and out of every shop, looking for jobs. His quest lasted for hours with no luck. No store needed any assistance of any kind. Draco found it ironic that when he needed work, there was none to be found. "Ahh, Ollivander's," he said to himself. "I wonder how he's doing. He is so old now he can probably use some help," he thought to himself.
"Mr. Malfoy," Ollivander greeted Draco as soon as he stepped into the shop, Ollivander's Master Wand Makers. "Haven't seen you in quite some time young man."
"I was wondering," Draco began. "Could you use any help around here? I'm willing to do anything. I'm in dire need of money." He explained the entire story to the wand-maker.
"Another Malfoy, ay?" Ollivander asked, referring to Leila. "Well I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, I don't have an open spots for you to fill, but I do know that the Ministry of Magic has a lack of workers nowadays. I'm sure you've read that in The Daily Prophet, haven't you?"
Draco nodded. The Ministry of Magic? Draco knew that this would be virtually impossible, for the Ministry of Magic was the entire reason he was poor. His father had done heinous things-unspeakable things-while working for the Ministry. All of the money in the Malfoy name was taken away as punishment. Draco had done his best to come up with money to replace it, but could never come close to the millions of dollars that were safely tucked away in the Malfoy account at one time. If Draco even tried to apply for a job there, they would shun him for the mere fact that he was a Malfoy. He was so desperate however; this would be worth a shot.
Though it took quite some time, Draco finally arrived at the front desk of the Ministry of Magic. There was a receptionist at the desk. She was a small, fat woman with gray curly hair and a black pointed hat. She was rummaging through thousands of papers quickly with ease. She looked up, gasped at the sight of Draco, and continued working. She knew that he was a Malfoy by the platinum blonde hair and icy eyes that Draco inherited from his father,
"Excuse me," Draco said. He cleared his throat to get the woman's attention. She looked up at him again, shook her head in shame and continued about her business, her eyes lighting up when she found the document she had been searching for.
"Excuse me," Draco said once more. "Can I get some help here?" he asked with hints of attitude and frustration lingering in his voice.
The woman rolled her eyes and looked at Draco. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid I can't help you with anything. Please show yourself out," she demanded.
Draco slammed his hand on the desk. "You're going to help me Miss, regardless of what my damn father did years ago," he shouted.
Frightened by the rage she noticed in Draco's eyes, the woman nodded and asked him what he needed, even though she knew that she wasn't supposed to let a Malfoy near the Ministry.
"I need a job. A good one. I hear there are openings in the Ministry of Magic that I know I am more than capable of filling," Draco said. He talked as pompously as he did when he was younger.
"There are spots here Mr. Malfoy, but I'm certain that the Ministry does not want another Malfoy working here ever again. Is that clear?" she asked. She could see the fire burning in Draco's eyes.
Draco wasn't like his father, but everyone assumed that he was. Yes, as a child, it was true that he had characteristics of Lucius Malfoy. He was cunning and cocky, and was predicted to be the mirror image of his father. But as he got older, Draco realized that he didn't want to be his father. He didn't want to be anything like Lucius. Therefore he let his reputation of the "bad ass" go. Draco knew in his mind that he was nothing like his father anymore, aside from the last name, the physical resemblance, and of course, the ill temper every now and then. This temper was kicking in as Draco stood there with impatience.
"Look," he said, getting in the face of the receptionist, who he noticed was named Millicent from the name tag she wore on her chest. "I need a job. I'm not my damn father so there's no use in thinking that I am. I'm trying to be nice but you're causing me to want to do otherwise. Please tell me what you can do."
For the millionth time that day, Draco explained his family situation and his money issues. When he saw Millicent's eyes water with tears pity for the Malfoys, he knew that he was in. He knew that he'd have a chance.
Millicent delved into a messy drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment with a list of departments in which there were job openings. She handed it to him and he read down the list. (A/N- you may not recognize these, but they too belong to J.K. Rowling)
-Department of Mysteries -Magical Law Enforcement Squad -Accidental Magic Reversal Squad -Improper Use of Magic
And then he saw it.
-Department of Magical Games and Sports
"What job is available for the Department of Magical Games and Sports?" he questioned. Millicent muttered a spell to herself and a piece of blue parchment came floating towards her.
She pushed her glasses onto the tip of her nose and read, "The only job opening dealing with the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Games and Sports is the following: Assistant Chief Promoter of Quidditch." She looked up at him to see if he had any sort of reaction in the job. No one that had come to her looking for work had seemed interested in that job. Draco stood there in deep thought. After minutes of debating whether this job seemed fit for a Malfoy, he realized his current situation. He needed a job and he needed one fast. He had to apply.
"I'd like to apply for that job," Draco announced. Millicent reached under her desk and a very small snowy owl emerged from what Draco had determined was a hidden cage. Millicent wrote something on a piece of parchment. Draco tried to read it to the best of his ability.
To the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister (Percy Weasley),
We finally have a potential applicant for the job of the Assistant Promoter of Quidditch. The only problem with this is his name is Draco Malfoy.
Sincerely,
Millicent Warren Head Receptionist
Millicent attached the note to the owl, patted its head, and it was off to find Percy, who not surprisingly had taken on the job of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister.
"Mr. Malfoy, I'm not sure when I'll get a response from Mr. Weasley. He most likely has to contact Cornelius Fudge about this. It's a shame. This would be so much easier if you weren't who you are. You're welcome to either go home and wait for us to send you an owl, or you can sit here. I can't be sure how long you'll be here for, could be days for all I know, but you're welcome to stay regardless.
Draco nodded and stood up, filled with aggravation. "I'll be expecting an owl from the Ministry soon," he said and walked out.
A/N - I hope you liked it! Please R/R! I could really use your supportive comments and/or your constructive criticism. Flames aren't welcomed with open arms, but if you must..*scowl*
* Lady x Malfoy *