Being a hit-wizard is not easy | Drarry

Chapter two

Being a hit-wizard is not easy.

When Draco entered the coffee shop on that day, years ago, he had no idea of what Minister Shacklebolt could ever want from him, to his knowledge, he hadn't done anything that warranted the Ministry's concern, but there he was, in a beautiful muggle suit, the Minister himself, sipping a coffee.

If Draco hadn't known better, he would have thought he was dreaming, a hard pinch to his thigh confirmed that indeed that was real, he was about to have coffee with the most important man in Wizarding Britain, except maybe for the Saviour.

Stopping himself immediately from letting his thoughts drift towards the well-known path of obsessing over Harry Potter, Draco focused on the matter at hand, which was going up to Shacklebolt and trying not to make a complete fool of himself.

As he approached the table, said man looked up and, noticing him, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's a pleasure to meet you, thank you for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice."

Yeah, like he'd had any other option, you couldn't just say no to the Minister. Deciding that starting the conversation with a snide retort would not help him, he chose to put in practice all those years of etiquette lessons and greeted the man as was the custom. With a slight nod of his head and a shallow bow he took the proffered hand with practised strength and held it for the appropriate amount of time.

"Minister Shacklebolt, the pleasure is all mine and really, it's an honour for me to be here."

He took a seat across from the Minister while the man flagged down a nearby waitress.

"Hello. What can I get you today?" the waitress asked them, taking out a notepad and a pen.

Since Shacklebolt already had his coffee, she turned to Draco who ordered an espresso, which, he had discovered in the past year, was one of the wonders of the muggle world.

The waitress took his order with an overly friendly smile and he didn't miss the longing glance she threw in his direction, she was nice enough he supposed, but he wasn't looking for anything at the moment and he wouldn't date a muggle anyway, he hadn't yet gathered enough knowledge of the muggle world to carry on a conversation without spilling something he wasn't supposed to say, dating would imply hiding a big part of himself from his partner and that was not something he wanted to do, he was done hiding.

Or so he thought.

But at that moment, a relationship was the last thing he should be thinking about, so he focused on the man across the table, who was looking at him with an amused tilt to his lips, probably having caught the looks the girl had sent him. He told himself he wouldn't blush at that, but he didn't know if he had actually managed to avoid it.

The Minister decided to take him out of his misery and started talking just as his coffee arrived.

He busied himself with taking a sip as he listened intently.

"Mr. Malfoy, I know you must be wary of the reason I asked to meet with you, so I'll get straight to the point. I have an offer for you."

Draco felt his eyebrows rise against his wish, an offer from the Minister was a huge thing.

He was intrigued though still wary, the man could ask for anything and Draco wasn't in the position to refuse and they both knew it, he only hoped that whatever was going to be asked of him wasn't too bad.

"An offer? Of what?" he inquired.

"A job." The Minister's face didn't betray anything, which unnerved Draco, who was usually very good at reading people.