Chapter 23: Get a job!

(Disclaimer in chapter 1!)

A month went by and Halloween was slowly approaching, the band having more practices scheduled even during the week just so they wouldn't fuck the whole dance up.

Harry had to admit that if the band stank then the ball might be ruined.

Tonks had kept on hinting, without noticing, about a surprise for the ball during the practices, yet whenever anyone questioned her she would shake her head and say 'Shoot, I shouldn't have said that.'

It was quite funny seeing her like that.

Especially as she always seemed flustered afterwards and would bump into to the closest thing near her.

Last time she knocked over a bookcase.

It was all well and good but it also made him late for detentions. Most of them were scheduled with Filch but some were with Pince and Pomphary.

Harry didn't mind the last two as Pince usually left him with a mission to shelf the new and old books and it gave Harry the opportunity to read several interesting books without having to hide them.

With poppy, it was better because even as he cleaned bed-pans and made the beds he didn't have to stay silent and usually passed around the time asking her questions about being a healer.

It was an interesting job and Poppy guaranteed him that due to his frequent stays and the conversations they were having, he could try for a job as one. Poppy commented that it would be better than an auror when it comes to saving lives and the pay-checks were higher, which was always a bonus.

Harry thought that if his movie career wouldn't work then that's where he'll go.

If he was alive after killing Voldemort.

Between detention and band, Harry hardly had time for quidditch.

He did want to quit in the beginning of the year after learning that Ron Weasley (the prat) made it as captain of the team, but Draco put a stop to that after saying, 'you are the only worthy opponent I have when it comes to the sport, like hell you're going to quit just because the weasel made it as captain…fuck him if he thinks he can boss you around.'

It didn't help that when Harry tried to explain to him that the captain usually told the rest of the team what to do, Draco just said, 'all we do is catch the freaking snitch, what sort of strategy would help!?'

Which was a good point.

Luckily the first match against Hufflepuff wasn't for two more months.

Of course, it didn't help when he had to sneak around in order to get to the movie set.

Jonathan thought of putting on a lovely show for Halloween, which wasn't a bad idea considering that most of Harry's life revolved around that holiday.

He just hoped that nothing bad will happen at this one.

Frankly, he was really excited about it as Johnny's notions for the new movie were unbelievable.

Certainly got him wet at night.

God, he couldn't wait.

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"We need some money." Harry said raising Lyra in his arms.

Draco stared at him. "Huh?" he spoke like the dignified pureblood he was.

"Money, you know the whole green stuff that as much as we wish, doesn't grow on trees." Draco was still looking at him blankly.

"Purebloods." Harry shook his head.

Sitting next to the blond in the astronomy tower, and placing Lyra between his spread legs, he tried to explain it simply.

"Lyra needs food and new toys; she's getting bored with what she has and in order to buy her more we need to get more money because we're running out."

Draco stared. "What money?"

Harry groaned. "You know what money! We got some when the project started…" when he noticed that Draco was frowning, he continued.

"How have you been getting Lyra the toys and other stuff?"

Draco shrugged. "Blaise and Pansy don't care if I'm burrowing some of their stuff."

Harry's eyebrows rose. "And don't they need it?"

Draco smirked. "Pansy and Blaise are hitting their baby every five seconds; do you really think they give a damn about this project?"

Harry frowned. "But wouldn't they want to win? After all, we're getting the tickets to the best restaurant known to Wizarding kind, not to mention the easy O."

Draco stared at him for a second before shaking his head. "Potter, do you know what Blaise's mother does for a living? Or Pansy's parents?"

The boy-who-lived shook his head. "Other then being death-eaters I really haven't got a clue."

"Blaise's mother is neutral just so you know." Draco explained. "She's also one of the most dangerous women alive."

He grinned evilly. "See, she usually finds herself married to rich men who always die several days after they sign the wedding contract. It was never proven that she was guilty but everyone knows it."

"Then why do men merry her?" Harry asked, completely fascinated.

"She's like the hottest woman alive." He quickly continued. "some say it's creature's blood running in her veins, other swear it's a spell and some think that she just radiate that sort of innocence in her that they can't help but fall for her."

Harry smiled. "Well, she certainly got them fooled."

Draco nodded with a small smile. "Blaise doesn't need the tickets when his mother is that rich and frankly neither do I, it's just that I will do everything in my power just so I can prove to everyone that my money isn't what's going to get me ahead in life."

The dark haired youth paused. "You really mean that? I thought that your father will want you to follow in his footsteps, as in using the money to get things."

Draco shrugged once more. "Yeah well, father is allowed to do those things as it's his money." He tickled the staring baby. "He worked most of his life to get to that faze where he can just spread money around without getting us to bankruptcy."

Harry nodded. "And Pansy's parents?"

The blond prince picked the gurgling baby and gathered her close to his arms. "Her parents work in dealership. They gather objects from around the world and sell them for quite a lot of money. Pansy's aunt has a winery in Vienna that is quite successful."

Harry smiled. "Must love the holidays. Going abroad and having fun."

"Yeah, we usually go to Vienna when the summer comes or Spain, usually staying with Blaise and Pansy's parents for the summer, not that they're there most of the time."

"Don't you go to places that you own?"

Draco smirked. "Curious little thing, aren't you?" Harry flushed. "We go to Paris most of the time but my mother doesn't like to travel much so we usually stay in the country."

"We still need money."

Draco nodded. "So do Blaise and Pansy. Diapers." He added at Harry's confused look.

"Can't they just vanish the mess?" he spoke even if he'd never done that.

Draco's lips twitched. "No, apparently it gives a horrible rash that unless treated right would make the kid scream like the devil is after him. They never tried it again."

Harry laughed.

"Didn't they say something about jobs?"

"Yeah, we need to work either in Hogsmeade or in here and get money for it."

Draco paused. "We'll try in Hogsmeade tomorrow."

Harry yawned. "yeah." he picked the girl up. "I'll tuck her in before I'll go myself."

The silver eyed blond shrugged nonchalantly. "Have pleasant dreams."

Harry frowned. "Aren't you going to bed as well?"

Draco smirked. "Nah, Blaise will come here in a few minutes, we're planning on using the romantic atmosphere to our advantage."

The Gryffindor shook his head.

"Have fun." He called as he walked out the door and down the stairs.

"Oh, I know I will."

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The next day found Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Harry walking in Hogsmeade in a search for a job…hmm, a worthy pureblood job.

Or at least, according to the three purebloods in the group, they were.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked as they turned from the main street and walked down the narrow roads.

Draco sniffed. "Honestly Potter, this is a completely magical town, do you really think that there were only seven shops in it?"

Harry paused. "There aren't?" he asked before berating himself that there must have been others like a magical supermarket or a pre-school.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "It's when you say stuff like that Potter, that one knows you're a blood-traitor." despite her mean words, the point was made.

"So why are we going this way?" Harry asked.

Draco sighed. "The local fair is on today, like every other week."

Blaise groaned. "Why can't we find a normal pureblood job? I mean working in a fair, in the stands, it's just not right."

Pansy smacked the back of his head. "Honestly, I take it it isn't only Potter who's forgetting proper Wizarding ethics. All the good places are probably taken already and even if they weren't, do you really think that I would sell stuff to people who take classes with us? That would go beyond humiliating."

Harry rolled his eyes at their bickering.

"So the local fair, huh? What's in it?"

"You've never been to one?" Draco asked surprised.

"My relatives hate my guts; do you really think they took me anywhere?"

Draco shrugged. "Like I care." Harry glared at him.

"All sorts of stands, stuff that little kids like." At first, Harry didn't understand but a few moments later, he did.

The fair the trio talked about was the most amazing thing Harry had ever seen, there were balloons and stands and large people floating in the air that Harry thought were meant to be like the really tall people Dudley talked about.

The thing that shocked Harry the most was the amount of people that were in the fair. Kids from all sizes and age were running around with their parents holding their toys and running after them.

"Like we said Potter, Hogsmeade is a completely magical town." Draco said as Harry gasped when he saw the local puppet show starring a vicious grim, a knight and his princess and a small real-like model of a fire-breathing dragon.

"Oh wow." Pansy whispered when she saw the clothes stands. "Think we'll get a job here?" she asked Draco.

The blond nodded and walked over to the owner of the stand. "Do you need help?" he asked.

The manager frowned. "You from Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, we're looking for a job for the baby project the ministry assigned."

The manager nodded. "Oh, well I only need one person, which one of you is good with clothing?"

At once Harry, Blaise and Pansy pointed at Draco while said boy pointed at himself.

"Well then, come on, I'll show you what to do." The manager said and turned away.

Draco smirked at his friends. "Have fun selling candy." He walked after the older man.

"No point in staying here, let's go." Harry muttered and the three turned.

On the way, Pansy stopped when she saw a fortune teller stand. With a grin to her friends she repeated the same words Harry used before.

The fortune teller, who insisted they called her Safire, agreed and dressed Pansy up in the proper clothes with the help of several charms and flicks of her wand.

Harry's impression of Pansy as a fortune teller was that she looked a lot like Jasmine from Aladdin the muggle book; with her long black hair and dark eyes, that were only half seen through the shawl and veil she wore.

Sitting for a moment in the back in the dark, Harry and Blaise had the fortune of seeing Pansy's first palm reading.

She sat behind a round table that had a crystal ball on it, and a man was sitting in front of her.

"Yes, I knew you would come here, Bob/Jack/George…Robert?"

"Yes, Robert! That's my name! How did you know?" the man asked amazed and Harry and Blaise swapped stares.

"Yes, Robert, what would like to know?" Pansy ignored his question.

"My friend died a few weeks ago and I really would like to know where he left his will."

Pansy raised a brow, but nonetheless took the man's palm. "Your friend's name start with the letter A, B, C, D, -"

"Yes! Yes! He's name is Don! You're a genius!" Harry and Blaise couldn't take anymore of that and left the tent.

As they were leaving, they could hear Pansy explaining that she knew these things because she was such a great seer.

Bursting out laughing because of that man's stupidity, Harry and Blaise continued in their search of a job.

Half an hour had already gone by and it didn't help that every two minutes Harry stopped to watch the events and different stands, nor the fact that Blaise objected to every suggestion Harry had, stating that it was beneath his level.

When Harry noticed a wide circle of blurry objects racing one after the other at about half his height, he dragged Blaise by the arm to see what that was all about. He slowed down when he saw the sign – 'Broom racing for kids: Feel like a pro Quidditch racer!'

He stepped inside and looked around for the manager. The second the man saw Harry approach he squealed and ran up to him.

"Harry Potter! Great pleasure, absolute honor to see you here at my humble establishment, such as it is," He gestured at his 40 foot racing track and little shack where another teenager was selling tickets to a gang of very loud kids, "what can I ever do for you?" He finished with a flourished bow.

Blaise rolled his eyes and muttered "You can lick his boots and ass while you're down there…"

Harry ignored him.

"Well, I'm sure you know about the project every student at Hogwarts is subjected to…." he smiled in embarrassment.

The manager nodded eagerly. "Do you and your friend need help in getting some money to raise your child?"

Harry nodded. "Oh yes sir, we would love to work for you."

The manager's eyes widened and Harry thought that he just might burst from happiness. "Of course young master Potter! I would love to." he turned and stared around.

"Let's see what you two boys can do…." He paused. "Oh, yes. Mr. Potter if you don't mind, I don't suppose you can help us publish our little track, do you?"

Harry shrugged but Blaise spoke up. "As long as he doesn't have to sell stuff in his name then we're good."

The manager paused. "Of course not, young man. If you'd like, you can help in the cash register," he pointed to the stand of tickets and hats and other products. "You look like you have a good head on your shoulders."

Blaise nodded. "Sure."

"Excellent!!!! Most marvelous indeed!!!!" The old man was bouncing up and down at joy from achieving his target and quickly gestured to Harry the way inside while pointing out the stand to Blaise.

"See you in a few hours Potter." Blaise said and Harry nodded. "Have fun."

Blaise paused before staring at the ticket stand. Seeing the cute boy standing there, Blaise spoke, "Yeah…. I'm sure I will."

Harry bit his lip. "Draco will kill you if you'll cheat on him."

The pureblood sneered. "Draco never said anything about looking." He smirked and left.

Harry sighed and followed the manager, already eager for the time to pass by.

Tbc.

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A/n: DikiCat would like to point out that she is an electronics engineer already, having finished her schooling last week!!!!!! CHEER DAMNIT!!!!!

Right, hmm in September DikiCat will join up while Rock_Junkie will do so in November.

Next episode will be better than this one as well, we kinda lost track of stuff, but don't worry- we will survive.

Both of us have been lazy for the past few weeks and bored at the same time, so if you have any stories you like and think we would like- tell us. (Excellent way to review at the same time while you're at it).

So read and review, and see you next time.