The Trials and Tribulations of Draco Malfoy's Employment

Draco Malfoy, for reasons that no one else fully understood, decided he required a job. A job that, in what he considered to be a horrifying state of affairs, left him partnered with a witch who was irritatingly attractive, frustratingly brilliant, unbearably interesting, and thoroughly Unimpressed by his existence.

Draco wished he could return to the time before he passed the curse-breaking exams with scores high enough to make him stuck with the swotty fuckable know-it-all, but now, with his unfortunate amount of competence and his unfortunate assignment, he finds himself sent out on alarmingly dangerous retrievals which are highly likely to result in his perfect face and perfect hair being marred.

Copious quantities of Arithmancy are engaged in, peacocks with fancy rich person names are tended to, and unreasonable amounts of unbearably expensive firewhisky are consumed.