I finish wiping down the last window in the house. I make my way to his room, giving his door a light knock before walking in."Mr. Malfoy." I say. "I'm finished."
He's sitting against his headboard, sipping a glass of red wine and reading a book I probably don't know the name of.
He stand up, dropping his book on his bed carelessly. He's still wearing a suit regardless of how late it is.
I take my hair down, letting it fall to my shoulders. Having my hair up all day gives me the worst headache.
He stares at me, taking another sip of his wine.
Then he dumps it on the floor, still staring right at me.
"You missed a spot." He says impassively.
I walk out into the hallway grabbing a wet rag from my cart.
When I enter his room again, he's watching me with his hands in his pockets. Completely unbothered.I've learned that it's easier not to argue with him. He's trying to make me angry. It works, but I won't show it.
I sink to my knees and clean up the mess he purposely made right in front of me. I don't even have to look up at him to know that he's smiling watching me do what he says.
I stand back up, bringing the rag back to my cart. I grab my coin purse and return to the room again.
"You have to pay me Mr. Malfoy or I'm not coming back."
He steps towards me. "What if I pay you some other way?"
He places his hand on my shoulder, his fingers teasing at my uniform. I smack his hand away, and he looks at me with a hard expression.
"Galleons." I say, holding my coin purse open.
He reaches into his pocket and hands me ten galleons. All of that for cleaning his house. He pays me well, no matter what work I do. That's why I work here, because I sure do make money.
The manor is huge, I work hours and hours to clean the whole thing.
"I want you back here at eight tomorrow and I want you leaving at ten p.m."
"Yes sir."
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𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 (READ DISC)
Fanfic~SMUT~ Working as a maid, Serafina finds herself working for the best of the best. Draco Malfoy, and only Draco Malfoy. They hated each other in school, and there seems to be some lasting tension between them. The only question is, how well can you...