Arr. I hate this story. I want to end it soon because I would feel so guilty to just abandon it. I'm wondering how I should end it. When I started the story, I never had any plot arranged.

Blah. This chapter was badly written and it's corny a bit and not as funny but that's what happens when you lose interest in something.

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"So… what makes you qualified to complete your job everyday efficiently?" Hermione asked the blond man in front of him.

"Well, I'm a very determined worker, I enjoy working with smart beautiful women, and I'm a bit… well, I AM a perfectionist."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"What makes you better than all the other applicants?"

"What makes me better? Why I don't know."

"Uh huh." Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, how am I supposed to know if I haven't even met them?"

"Fine. Let me reword that one. What makes you think you can get the job?"

"Well, I don't know how extensive the resume of some other applicants were, but let me assure you that I am one hell of a worker and you won't regret hiring me. Being a Quidditch player, I am very used to being on my feet and ready to accomplish any task foisted upon me."

"Who says they will be inflicted on you?"

"You did. Just five minutes ago. Something along the lines of: 'What will you do if I give you a very difficult task that you do not want?'"

"Hey, don't get all 'know-it-all' on me. I'm the boss around here and you should remember that."

"Yes, ma'am." He saluted.

"Tell me about your past experiences."

"Well, I graduated from Hogwarts, being Quidditch captain of the Slytherin team, the president of the Inquisitive Squad (A/N: whatever it was in the fifth book) and one of the top students."

"No you weren't. Harry, Ernie and I were on the top."

"I mentioned I was only one of the top. I mean, who can ever beat you?"

"Go on."

"I did, at first, work for the Daily Prophet for a year or two, and then I got asked to teach another two at Hogwarts. I was asked to transfer to another wizarding school, but refused the offer to stay home with my ailing mother. I went back to the ministry where I worked under the Minister of Magic for two years until the ministress came and I was her assistant for about a year."

"Penelope? You worked for her?"

"Yes. She got me into this interview in the first place."

"I thought you stayed at home since you graduated being the arrogant rich slob you were."

"Well, I'm very afraid you are wrong. My mother got very sick and so I had to leave my position…"

"Really? You didn't get fired?"

"No, ma'am."

"So if I go to the records and check, it would say 'Draco Malfoy: resigned?'"

"Yes."

"Well, thank you for the interview, Mr. Malfoy. Have a good day." Hermione dropped the pen and pushed Draco out of her office.

"Hermione?" Penelope stood up from outside.

"Hey, Penny." Draco grinned.

"Hey. Why don't you go on down to my office now, and I'll catch up to you."

"Okay." With a snap, Draco was gone.

"How'd it go?"

"Perfect. Wonderful. The best one yet, Pen."

"Hermione…"

"Fine. It went all right. I didn't get to kill him like a planned, but otherwise, it went smoothly."

"Is he hired?"

"Of course not!"

"Hermione! I've seen the other people who you interviewed and I took a look at their resumes. They're not nearly as qualified as Draco."

"But I say no!"

"Hermione, I'm your boss and I demand you to hire him."

Hermione glared at Penelope.

"Aw… damn. And why did you ever become the new ministress."

"Because I'm qualified and I slept with the previous minister."

"Huh?"

"Just a joke, Herm… just a silly joke."

"Right. Well, I'll think about Draco, Penny. But I can assure you I'll probably say no."

"No, Hermione! You need to make a decision tonight, because then, Draco will tell about… how I s-killed his bunny?"

"Wait… you're hiding something."

"No…"

"I know when you're hiding something."

"NNNNo."

"Your eyes get all big and scared and your pinkie starts shaking. And, hon, your pinkie's like spazzing right now."

"No…"

"What did you do this time, Penelope?"

"NOTHING…"

"Uh huh."

"Really!"

"Fine. I trust you."

"Arr! You make it so hard! He slept with… my sister, and then, I fired him, but I found out that my sister really liked him. So I promised him that when he needed, I'll find him a job. Happy?"

"So he WAS fired!"

"Not really. He resigned before I had a chance to fire him."

"Well, still. It doesn't matter. He's been a complete slimeball to me for 7 years of my life and he doesn't deserve to work- ohhhhhhhhh."

"YES! See? I do care about you! If he works for you, you can boss him around wherever you want him to go."

"PENELOPE! YOU'RE A GENIUS! Tell Malfoy… tell Malfoy to come to work by Monday six am sharp."

"Okay."

"I want coffee with a cup of sugar and five drops of milk. You might also want to tell him that."

"Right."

"I know you slept with him Penelope, but I'll keep it a secret. Look, I've got to go."

"Yeah… WAIT! NO! I did NOT sleep with him."

"You might as well stop lying now, Pen." Hermione flung on her jacket. "Gotta run- see you somewhere over the rainbow."

"HERMIONE! I DID NOT SLEEP WITH DRACO MALFOY!"

Hermione grinned, waved, and apparated away as twenty workers in the department of mysteries all stared at the most powerful witch in the wizarding world yelling and screaming that she did not sleep with the son of the most wanted suspect in the ministry.

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"How many, miss?"

"Two. Just two."

"Follow me, ma'am."

Light classical sounds of the violin drowned out the soft moaning of fancy and rich women and men who giggled and clinked their wine glasses together.

Hermione Granger had just walked into the most expensive muggle restaurant ever.

From previous experiences, Hermione had learned her lesson about these types of restaurants.

For instance, even though the waiters and waitresses all smile and ask you politely what you would like to eat, if you're not wearing a dress, they go behind you and talk about you to other waiters.

Hermione knew that because she dated a waiter. End of story.

Also, if you ask for only ice water, they put some cocktail in it and put it in the check. If you're not wearing a dress.

And then, if you come alone with no date, they take the other chair. All the time.

Now, Hermione's waiter led her over to a small table of two. He handed her the menu. He grabbed the empty chair in front of her.

"Um, I'm expecting someone. Don't take it please." Hermione said.

The waiter smiled. "Of course, ma'am. Of course."

"And, I'm awful sorry I'm not wearing some kind of fancy dress. I'm here to see an ex-boyfriend of mine and I don't want him to get the wrong idea." She winked.

"Right… right." The waiter, named Ralph, backed away cautiously.

Hermione checked her clock.

She hated late men.

"Would you like to order?"

"Not now… would you?"

The waitress gave her a puzzled look.

"I'm kidding. Gosh, take a joke. What are you? Some kind of thick cardboard that's all stuck up in the stuffy world? What we hate, we make, dear. Now go off and tell all your other waiter buddies what a complete biotch I am." Hermione snapped. She really hated late men.

The poor waiter ran away

"Hey! 'Mione! Sorry I'm late."

"Yeah. And they wonder why I ever walked out on you on our wedding day. Or did you even get there in time to see me run off?"

"Oh, come on. Did you order?"

"No. I was waiting for you."

"Oh, 'Mione… you didn't have to do that."

"Oh, Ronnie… I did. Waiter? Over here. I'll like the most expensive one person meal today. My ex-fiance is paying. Right, Ron? You're rich now, remember?"

"R-right. I'll have the crème brulee."

"Ronnie… that's dessert!" Hermione cried out.

"I'll share with you, 'Mione!"

"Oh no you won't!"

"I'll have the crab."

"Any drinks?"

"I'm just fine with ice water, thank you. And hold the cocktail. When I say ice water, I mean only water and ice."

"Yes, ma'am." Ralph the waiter turned crimson.

"And call me miss now? I'm not married, thank you God."

"Yes, miss."

"Well? Are you waiting for me to order another dessert? Go run away now!"

Ralph did.

"Hermione! What's wrong with you?" Ron whispered fiercely.

"Oh, I don't know, Ron. Let's just say I hate, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE late men. Did I ever tell you that?"

"Nnno."

"Maybe that's why you're still single."

"Hermione… are you PMSing?"

"I don't know, Ron! Are you?"

"Never mind."

"So, what did you call me over to this place for?"

"Er… I wanted to talk! Yeah!"

"About?"

"Er… life?"

"Oh, puh-lease. Couldn't you have don't that at the gay bar?"

Ron's jaw hung open.

"What the hell is you problem Hermione?"

"MY problem is that you call me over to this fancy shmancy restaurant, turn up LATE, and then tell me you had no good reason for me to leave my work to see your face!"

"Er…"

Hermione blew out the irritating bangs that tickled her eyebrows.

"I'm fine." Hermione said weakly. "I had a rough day."

"I see."

"But on the good side, Draco Malfoy will be working for me from now on."

"Isn't that a bad thing?"

"Nope! Because I get to boss him wherever I want him to go."

"Oh, brother. Hermione, you are GOOD."

"Thank you, thank you."

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"You're welcome. She wasn't going to hire you but I knocked some sense into her."

"Thank you SO much Penelope."

"Why don't you buy me dinner, then?"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Are you asking me out?"

Penelope fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe I am."

Draco grinned mischievously. He growled. Placing a hand on Penelope's hip, he pushed his forehead onto hers and nipped away at her nose.

There was a small, decisive pain in the lower… area.

"Aw! Penny! What the hell was that for?"

"Are you going to buy me dinner or not?"

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"This place? This place is like…" Draco awed at the twinkling chandeliers and live violinists.

"Real expensive? Yes."

"I've never been in a muggle restaurant like this before! Penny! I don't have the money for this kind of…"

"Can I help you?" A weary waiter greeted them with a weak smile.

"Yes, we're a party of two. Can we go…"

"Follow me, miss."

"Thank you, Ralph." Penelope smiled sweetly at the waiter. She sure knew how to get on the waiter's good side.

"Penny! I don't have enough money to buy you dinner in a place like this! I barely even have enough wizard money!"

"Draco…"

"I know you helped me a lot and stuff, but can't we just go to three broomsticks and I'll buy you some firewhiskey and such! But you even KNOW I'm practically broke right now!"

"Er… Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Your… your boss is here."

"Boss? H…"

"Hermione."

Draco clamped him hand on her arm.

"Let's get out of here."

"Er… it's too late. I think her date saw us."

"Date?" Draco questioned, his pale cheeks turning warm.

"Her ex-fiance? Ron? Why's she here with him?" Penelope whispered. Ron took his gaze off his was-going-to-be-sister-in-law and the Malfoy.

"Er… Hermione?"

"What?" Hermione snapped.

"Let's get out of here."

"Huh?"

"Er… your… boss is here." Ron said nervously.

"I'm my own… Penelope?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me this, Ron. Is she with Malfoy?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I say we stay."

"What?"

"PENNY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HERE! COME JOIN US! YOU TOO MALFOY!"

The ministress of magic put her head in her hands.

Sigh.

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Boring chapter… but the dinner comes up next chapter! It might actually be okay!

Toodles- Youngwriter 56