Flourish and Blotts is empty, as it would be at six in the morning. With a flick of my wand, a group of books float to the top self and slid in. I walk across and repeat the previous action.

The rain is beating down hard on the windows and engulfing the room in sound. The only other noise is the shuffle of my feet and the clatter from the storage's room. Only Merlin knows what Frank is doing in there.

As the day went on, it began to become busier; sometimes someone would come and ask my opinion on a certain book or where they could find said book.

As the day draws to a close, I'm relived to not have seen Granger all day. Maybe she's not going to show up after all.

Just as this thought crosses my mind, the door opens and the bell goes. I pay it no notice of this person and carry on placing book in their rightful home.

Hearing the bell at the front desk ring, I leave my post to tend to their need. As I turn the corner my heart misses a beat. My fear has come true; there she stood in all her glory, Hermione, Jane, Granger.

I take in an unsteady breath trying to calm myself. Just play it cool, she has no reason to believe your Draco. Remember, Draco's dead, your Damien oak now.

Forcing on a smile, I approach her. "Hi. How can I help you?" she returns the expression and says.

"Hi, I hear you are looking to hire."

"Yes, lit me just go get my boss." I swiftly turn, glad to no longer have to witness her face and advance to the storage room. "Frank?" I call out, after receiving no answer, I say a little louder. "Frank?"

"Yes my boy? What is it?" comes his gruff reply.

"There's a young lady out here who wants a job."

"Job? Ahh, yes! The job." He says, and soon after comes around the corner and sweeps past me. A little irritated that he paid no attention oto me I slowly trail behind him. Feeling I'm not needed for the interview, I set off to carry on with my previous job.

As soon as I'm shadowed by the bookcase I release a sigh of relief, glad she did not mention anything. All it was that it would be an extremely uncomfortable for me. and besides, Hermione is no fool.

I drag my feet up the stone stairs, the landing of my feet echoing throughout the stairway. A yawn pushes its way through my lips and I rub my left eye weary. Looks like the early morning and late nights are getting to me.

Finally, I reach my flat and open the door without really guiding myself to do so. The door clicks and I push it open. My hearing is swallowed by the hum of the TV and my smell overwhelmed by the odor of alcohol. "Peter." I curse under my breath.

Peter is my room mate. No longer using my fa- sorry, Lucius money I could not afforded to buy a house straight out. At first I rented a flat, I found that difficulty, so I got a job at Flourish and Blotts. I still found it rather harsh with the payment I received at my new job. Then, I met Peter, the two of us became good friends and he needed a place to stay so I let him live with me and we slit the rent.

Most of the time we get a long fine, but it's when he drinks in the house. He can't go to the pub like every else, no it to 'smelly' for him, so instead he stinks out our house.

Hearing a smash from the kitchen my eyes narrow and a growl escapes me. What has he done this time?

I storm over to the source of the noise, shove the swinging door open and prepare for an argument about looking after our things. (Which I paid for, apart from his room)

Instead I find Peter embracing a blonde woman, he has her wedged between his body and the worn out counter. His hands are roaming her tiny form, while hers are wrapped securely around his broad neck.

How dare he! Making out with a woman in our kitchen, I mean he has a bedroom.

When neither seem to hear or spot me, I clear my throat, my rage slowly building. Both spin around to see, most likely, a really irritated face. "Peter" I curse once again.

The blond girl is blushing strongly and says. "I should get going now." she then looks at peter, smiles weekly and gives a quick goodbye then dashes out of the room.

"Peter" I growl. "What the hell? Why can't you flipping snog her in your room?" he gives a one shoulder shrug.

"I guess I got carried away."

Carried away? Carried away?!

"I think you got a little more than 'carried away' you were sucking the poor girls face off!" a small smirk forms on his dark face.

"What's the matter Damien? Oh, are you jealousy?"

Jealousy? The nerve of that man.

"No. Peter I am not jealousy. Okay?" his smirk remains.

"If you say so." I growl again, then lit out a frustrated sigh, there is really no reasoning with this man.

I push past him and cast a spell to make myself tea.

"I think she's the one." Peter says a little dazed.

"You said that last month, with that redhead." Now it's Peter turn to growl.

"Well she different." He snaps. "Back then I was nothing but a child, I've grown up now." I snort at this statement, but it goes unheard.

Grown up my ass. I think. Last month he had some young redhead, most likely younger then eighteen, and for hours on end they would disappear in that room of his. They would both come out sweetly and sometimes their breath would be a little raged.

"So, how long have you been seeing her for?"

"Two weeks." Is his simple answer.

After having my tea, I went to sleep. But unfortunately, when I woke up I didn't feel refreshed.

When I was ready, I floo to work.

Halfway through the day Frank approaches me. "Thanks, Damien." I stare at him baffle.

"For what?" I ask.

"For telling that, Hermione, about the job opening. If it weren't for you, I don't think I would have another good employee. Her NEWTs were as good as yours, top marks in everthing she did." He grins his appreciation, and chuckles. "Both my worker got top marks and are working for me."

I return the smile, but in the inside cursing Merlin to hell. "When is she starting, sir?"

"I believe Its next Wednesday" his smile broad's. "You can help her out. Right?" I nod. "Good."