 Chapter 18
Draco had decided to stay one more night in the hospital. He looked up at the ceiling that night, holding the letter in his hand.
Dear Mister Malfoy,
This is an enormous opportunity for you. My name is Mister Phillips. I am offering you a position in our Muggle Relations office at the Ministry. Following your father's demise, my department has been somewhat hesitant about hiring more workers. But I feel, being a major factor in your father's career, that you should be given an opportunity to work at the Ministry of Magic. Please send a reply by owl.
Mister Edward Phillips
Muggle Relations Dept.
Ministry of Magic
Draco's head was swirling around. Leave Italy? His job, his apartment, Hermione? How could he leave Hermione? How could he pass up an opportunity like this? He moaned and placed a hand to his head. He looked over to Hermione, sleeping in the chair next to his bed. She still wouldn't leave his side. He wanted to take her with him. But what could that mean for them?
Maybe I could marry her?
Draco banished the thought. Hermione wouldn't want to marry him. He was a flop, a loser. He couldn't even keep a steady girlfriend. What would Hermione want with him? But he loved her, and he was sure she loved him. He reached out and touched her hand. She stirred.
"Uhh?.what is it baby?"
"Hermione...we need to talk."
"Of course. About what?" Hermione was more awake now, and sat up in the chair.
"About the letter I got today. It was...a job offer. At the Ministry. They want me to work Muggle Relations."
"Oh Draco! That's wonderful!" Hermione's eyes were shining. "I've always wanted to work there."
"I know. I was hoping that...you'd come with me. To London. For when they need an interview."
"Draco, you know I'll always be there to support you." Hermione assured him. "Wow...Muggle Relations! That's an important office Draco! I wish I could get one that's half as good!" Hermione became lost in her own thoughts.
"Hermione, do you realize what this means?" Draco was desperate for her to understand.
"You'll be making lot's of money?"
"NO! I'll be leaving. For good, if I get this job." Hermione fell back, the realization hitting her.
"You'll be going away."
"Yes." Draco said, relieved. "And...I want you to come with me."
"What? Where would we live? How would we get there? Are you strong enough to travel?" Hermione's questions were all important, but she wasn't saying what Draco wanted to hear.
"I'd be able to figure that out if you'd just tell me if you would want to come with me." Draco said, exasperated. Hermione fell silent.
"Draco...I don't know."
"Just think about it Hermione, please?"
"Of course. Good night Draco." Hermione fell back into her chair and was soon tossing and turning, trying to get back to sleep.
*****
Ginny and Hermione went shopping the next day. Ginny could tell something was on Hermione's mind, but didn't press the matter.
"Gin? I need to talk to you." Hermione said finally. They came out of the muggle clothing store and turned on the crowded London streets.
"About what Hermione?" Finally! Ginny was going to know! She tried not to appear too eager.
"Well...Draco and I were talking last night, and...he got a job opportunity in the Ministry. In Muggle Relations."
"That's an important office." Ginny remarked.
"Yes. And...he wants me to go with him."
"As what? A friend? Girlfriend? Wife?"
"He didn't specify. He just...wants me there with him."
"Hermione, you have to lay down the law." They stopped at a small coffee shop, and Ginny bought an iced coffee. They sat outside the shop, Hermione taking sips out of the glass occasionally.
"Hermione, you have to let him know that you want a relationship. You DO want to get married someday, right?"
"Of course."
"Then let Draco know that you won't be there as his toy. You want commitment. Something solid. Like what Tomaso and I have." Ginny said the last bit with a blush, but it was out. Hermione grinned.
"You and Tomaso, eh?"
"Yes, me and Tomaso. You're changing the subject. Are you going to tell him?" Hermione looked away. "You need to have this said."
"I know....I'll talk to him about it tonight, ok? Deal?"
"Deal." They shook hands, and finished shopping soon afterward.
OK! Done!
Katie
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