Best One For The Job

Draco Malfoy

I was in desperate need of a nanny. I had two daughters, Luna and Stella. They didn't have a mother anymore… she was a complete jerk.

Fleur Delacour may have been a vela, but that doesn't make her a good person. Sure, we were in love, but soon things started to change.

It seems that Fleur was working her "vela magic" on more than one person. I caught her with some guy one day. The worst part was that they were in my house. I mean, come on… how thick could you get? She was just as bad as Pansy Parkinson sometimes!

But all of this is beside the point. I needed someone to watch after the kids. My new fiancé hated kids… and unfortunately, I couldn't just dump my daughters off in France with their mother (for obvious reasons).

I looked at the unemployed list, and one name in particular caught my eye… Hermione Granger.

I remembered Granger well. She had serious hair. And she was always so… cheery. The thought of having her raise my kids was both extremely unnerving and kind of comforting at the same time. Back in school, Granger and I were mortal enemies. She didn't like me; I didn't like her, and that was okay. We came from different worlds, had different friends, and different goals in life. I was arrogant and snobbish; she was down-to-earth and friendly. When I called her a mudblood, she looked like she would cry… and I looked like I would laugh. I guess I was kind of a moron back then. I mean, that was when my father was still around, monitoring my every move, making sure I didn't come off as "Un-Malfoy-ish."

Anyway, I was utterly surprised to see that Granger had no job. Surely the brightest witch Hogwarts had ever seen was making tons of galleons and had a large home.

Apparently not.

I did my research and found out that Granger was working in the ministry. Dumpy place… why on earth would she work there? She seemed to have so much going for her back in our Hogwarts days…

Worst yet, Granger was a secretary.

Anyway, I thought about it and realized Granger would be the best one for the job. No way in Hell was I going to let Ginny Weasley or Seamus Finnigan near my children.

So I sent her a letter. I was expecting to get a rejected response, but surprisingly she sent this reply:

Mr. Malfoy,

As much as I am surprised you want me to watch after your children, I have decided to come and work for you.

A good time to meet and talk things over would be Friday night at 7:00 at The Three Broomsticks. Please send an owl back stating whether or not you can make it.

Thank you again for your offer.

Sincerely,

Hermione A. Granger

I wrote back a quick note thanking her and agreeing to her suggestion. I glanced at the clock and realized I had exactly an hour before I had to meet her…

I sighed, got dressed and wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into.