Hope is a Four Letter Word {George Weasley}

Chapter 6

  okay, I know this is one day late but I swear I'm not going to go all M.I.A. on you guys again, I was just somewhere without my laptop today and despite the fact I got ton load of homework today, I am still here to give you guys the update as I try to keep as many promises as I can :) 

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 I sigh as I fall down onto the couch in my apartment, closing my eyes as I wait for the dead feeling in them to go away. It was quite simple to say that I was exhausted.

Hermione, being the helpful person she is, helped me to get a new job in the hospital where she works, St. Mungo's. Due to being pregnant right now, she's not actually working there and she managed to get me a job filling in for her and if I did well enough I could be looking at a full time job there. 

Of course, with this new job came a whole load of interviews and I had to run around all day and collect all sorts of things to show people about my experience and so basically my entire day had been spent getting the job. But now that I had it, I was a lot more relieved and very thankful. It could have taken me months to get a new job without Hermione. 

Hermione was actually a good friend of mine, though we never really talked much when we were at Hogwarts due to the houses we were both in and although Draco didn't exactly get on well with her and her friends, I thought they were actually all good people. Even Draco finally came to realise that they were much better people than he ever was at Hogwarts. 

Of course, Draco had been a total arse at Hogwarts but I couldn't be one to talk, I was hardly the biggest pleasure to be around during my years there. I had a few friends outside Slytherin, yes, but I was never exactly the nicest girl around the castle. I could have been a lot more polite, I was a little bit up my own arse back then, just like Draco. 

Of course, after the war, Draco and I soon came to our sense, realising we weren't really as great as we made ourselves out to be but we didn't mind. It was better to be a bit more humble and actually liked than being a spiteful brat and having everyone around you hate your guts. 

I don't really know what happened to a lot of our old friends from Hogwarts. I know a number of them are in Azkaban, some have probably fled the country and maybe some others have started a family or have moved into their own place somewhere far away. I haven't really bothered to check, whatever they're doing now doesn't bother me too much.

The war was a real turning point in my life as the war was when I realised who actually were my friends and who laughed about the stupid things I said behind my back. It kind of revealed all the fakers, the ones that were only there because your dad had a lot of money. 

I hadn't minded too much back then that a lot of my friends were only around me for my money, but of course back then I had met very few people that weren't around me for my money. 

At least now I know no one is, as I'm borderline broke. I'm only really just about getting by but I guess things could be a lot worse, I mean, I could be drowning at debt already and that really wouldn't be a good sign. 

I like to consider myself to still be young but I guess I'm kind of old. I mean I pay bills which back when I was 11 was considered old. 

"Iris?" George asks as he walks into the apartment, taking off his coat. My head shoots up and I'm snapped out of my thoughts as I look at him with a grin on my face. He grins back slightly, an almost curious look on his face. "You look exhausted. How much work did you have today?"

"Well actually, about that. I got fired today," I tell him, curling up on the couch as he approaches it and sits next to me. He raises his eyebrows, motioning for me to continue. "My boss has never really liked me because of something I did in Hogwarts and today he was just making his usual comments and he just hit a nerve and I blew up on him. In the end up he just fired me and I just walked out."