A/N:While this may not make sense to those who read it, it will in the future.

I seriously want to just dig a hole and die.

It's getting more embarrassing by the second just being able to stay there and mocked by my fellow interviewers.

Then I saw my family owl, Laurel, fly into the hall, and landed gracefully upon my lap.

It's been personally trained by mother. It even reacts the same way.

I conjured up some parchment and a quill, and wrote in haste:

Mother:

I have accidentally had a little misunderstanding with Draco Malfoy.

Hahahhahaha…

Basically I am going to fail the interview.

Love, your dearest, dearest daughter.

Then I rolled the note up and tied it to Laurel.

She flew away.

I didn't have to wait long until Laurel came back again, while holding a piece of parchment that was by my mother, Agassi Greeengrass.

It says:

Dear Mrs. Astoria Parkinson:

Enclosed is the list for your dowry

Love, Agassi.

Two ivory lion statue

Two sets of silverware

One set Egyptian cotton sheets

One set of jaded toiletries

One set of kitchen ware

One certificate validates your right to enslave one house elf.

And the list ends right there.

I felt betrayed.

When Daphne was married, there was a HUGE list!

I bit my lips, and wanting to just end my life, when the door opened.

To my surprise, Harry Potter walked in.

Yes, that's right. The Harry Potter.

He was dressed in full auror robes, and his strides were confident and determined.

"May I speak to Draco Malfoy?" He asked the lady at the front desk.

Now practically every interviewer is not keeping their eyes off of Potter.

"Certainly." The lady said, flushed, and turned, almost running into the door.

I stared at the Boy who Lived, and was almost in awe.

"I'm a big fan of yours!" I yelled at him.

Which immediately made me want to bang my head against a wall. It sounds so stupid.

He turned to me, with a slight smile on his face, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Astoria Greengrass." I said, timidly.

"Greengrass?" He asked, a slight frown forming his face.

"Yes, I am a huge fan." I said, "I am actually very, very interested …"

"Yes?" He asked, with a slight smile still on his face.

"Is it true that you have volunteered your face on the front door shop of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" I asked.

"….WHAT?" He asked, mad.

I blinked, while I heard a roar of laughter coming from Draco Malfoy.

"You know, Potter, I had a bet with Weasley on how long until you would find out." Malfoy said, "He felt the urge to change the image. Imagine, with your handsome face at the front, girls will be flowing to that little shop."

"Why are you in there?" Potter asked in suspicion.

"I need some… entertainment." Malfoy said lazily, waving it off. "It looks like I owe Weasley a season of free advertisement."

"Serves you right. I'm actually here on business—"

"Not so fast, Potter. I'm in the processing of interviewing for my secretary."

Harry Potter gave him a look that made Malfoy laugh out loud.

"No, Potter, despite the rumours, I do not like little boys."

"What? Who started this rumour?" Harry Potter asked.

I turned around.

Malfoy's face looks kind of green. This was a shame. It's such a beautiful face.

"You will have to wait for a while, until I settle my interview matter." Malfoy said. "Astoria Greengrass, Potter. Please come with me."

Harry Potter looks startled, "Why do I have to go? I want to pay a visit to Zabini in Styx."

"This will only take 10 minutes."

I grudgingly followed them into a huge room with pretty much nothing in it, except for a desk and some pictures on the wall.

"Alright. Astoria." Malfoy said softly, my name rolled off of his tongue like honey. I shivered, trying to stop the feeling.

He continued, "Please perform a charm, a hex, a curse, and a transformation. Any will do."

I pulled out my wand, and facing the two powerful wizard in front of me, feeling so anxious.

"Lumos." I muttered, and said, "This is a charm."

Their faces stay blank.

I felt nervous, "This is totally unfair."

"How is it unfair?" Malfoy asks.

"While I was in Hogwarts, I never had a year that was not all about you guys." I said. "So all the attention and efforts of teaching and education was taken by you guys, therefore, I missed the opportunity—"

"Just. Perform. A. Hex." Malfoy said.

Something in his tone made me quickly muttered a hex towards him.

He barely pulled out his wand, and the hex faded away like a wisp of green smoke. There isn't even an explosion.

I felt like crying.

"I see. Incompetent of performing hexes." Malfoy said.

I gritted my teeth, and said, "Crucio!" to Malfoy.

And that apparently had no effect on him. He stood perfectly still.

I looked at my wand, there's nothing wrong with it.

"I see. Unable to perform a curse."

I bit my lips, and yelled, "Aspellus Animagus!"

My wand was pointed at Malfoy. But something on his cloth made my spell backfire towards me, and I was knocked over. By the time I stood up, I seem to have lost my ears, instead I was replaced with car ears on the top of my head.

I feel like screaming.

"Oh my, Potter. Now you see the reason why I visted Weasley's little shop? This spell reflection robe works marvellously. You should order one."

Harry Potter walked up to me, and asked in a sincere tone, "are you alright, miss?"

I almost wanted to cry.

"Mrs. Greengrass just sent me a letter 5 minutes ago." Malfoy said.

I looked at him with discontentment.

"Consider yourself hired, Miss Greengrass." Malfoy said.

I lost the will to speak.

"The first rule is, always stay by my side." He said.

"Right." Harry Potter said, "I need to ask you, reports have said that someone found a group of rebels in underground Styx yesterday."

Malfoy immediately said, "Greengrass, get out. This doesn't concern you."

I almost ran out of the room, casting Malfoy a look of resentment, and ran to the nearest Greengrass portkey while still having the cat ears on my head.