arranged / dm

020

Three days passed. Three days of peace and absolute serenity. Draco had made his adjustments and had finally learned to live among non wizards. They sat on the bed, side by side, reading newspapers and talking in the lamplight of their hotel room. 

"You want me to work at a shop?" Draco looked at Amara, a look of shock in his eyes. He bit back a smile as she glanced over at him, elbowing him in the side.

"Yes, dipshit," she laughed. "Where else will you go?" Draco had vetoed every job opportunity she had presented him and had laughed at the idea of working a fast food restaurant. 

Draco sighed and pulled the paper out of Amara's grasp. "I don't know," he mumbled, scanning the print for something to catch his eye. To his surprise, something did. Just not for him. "I know where you could work," he smiled. Amara raised her eyebrows at him and smiled as he pointed to a small section of the paper. "A small bakery. I could most definitely see you as the baking type," he said. "And you'd look hot in an apron." He winked at her, a wide smile on her lips. 

"That's nice of you, but I can't be the only one that works," she sighed. "Not if we need to buy a house and do all the normal Muggle things." Draco huffed loudly and rose from the bed, throwing a shirt over his head. "And where do you think you're going?" Amara asked, growing slightly annoyed at the blond boy. 

"To go look for a job myself. Staring at that damn paper isn't doing us any good." He held his hand out to her and tossed a jacket at her with his free hand. Reluctantly, she put the jacket on and took Draco's hand. She followed behind him the entire time, watching him look around at the various buildings that surrounded them. His gaze caught a small building and a smile spread across his face. "There's your building." He tugged on Amara's arm and nodded toward the bakery. 

The Rolling Pin Cafe & Bakery 

The sign sat high atop the building and the glass doors were covered in glittery writing. Amara's lips pressed into a smile as she began taking steps toward it. "You really think I could pull off an apron?" She turned to Draco, his eyes latching onto hers. 

"I'm sure of it," he winked, opening the door and pushing her inside. A sweet aroma filled her senses and the sounds of people chatting echoed in her ears. Her feet carried her to the counter and her eyes scanned every inch of the room, taking in everything she could. 

"Hello, welcome to The Rolling Pin Cafe and Bakery how can I help you?" A young woman smiled from behind the counter, her hair pulled into a messy bun and her apron laced with flour. 

"I saw you were hiring and I was just wondering if I'd be able to apply?" Amara smiled, tapping on the surface slightly. The girl's face lit up and she bent down, pulling out a piece of paper.

"Of course! You can fill this out and just give it back to me when you're done. We're a small town so we've got plenty of time." She slid the paper toward Amara along with a pen. Amara took it slowly and nodded, wheeling around to sit at a small table.

Draco watched from outside, trying to think of jobs he'd be good at. Nothing came to mind as he watched Amara scribble onto the slip of paper and return it to the girl working. She joined him outside, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad we mustered up enough money for a phone before we did anything," she sighed. "They needed a number and luckily I knew it." Draco smiled at her before returning back to his hunt. Amara took both his hands and smiled warmly, looking at him. "Draco, you can do absolutely anything you want with your life now," she mumbled. "This is your chance to be happy in your life."