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The next day, Jemaine looked in the job advertisement section of the paper. Everyone had gone out, checking out the places to apply for.

By mid-morning they had all returned. Harry and Draco had got a job. Harry’s cheerful behaviour had led Pizza Haven to choose him as their mascot, a giant pizza.

Harry would stand at the corner of the street everyday, in his pizza shaped suit, smiling and waving at everyone who went past. He was rather pleased, and said it was a life time dream come true.

But Draco, well, he got a job as a model. And not just any model, an underwear model. He found this rather hard to explain to Jemaine.

“Well, I went to the agency, the man took one look at me and said, ‘You’re hired!’ and I said, ‘For what? Isn’t this just an overall agency?’ and he said ‘Well, you got the best paying job, underwear modelling!’

And I thought I don’t want my face to be seen, I’m too recognisable, so underwear modeling is great! Aye Jemaine? And guess what, I get paid more than you! The man said I have a great booty.”

“I think I’m going to be sick!” Harry said, bitterly. He had wanted the underwear-modeling job.

Jemaine just stared blankly at Draco, and finally said, “Underwear modelling? What? How did you get that? How does he know how you look down there-actually, don’t answer that.”

Draco just grinned and watched as Jemaine left the room. “Well, I think it’s great! Think of how fast the money will come.” Hermione said, although all she could think about was seeing Draco in briefs.

In a few days, everyone had got jobs. Ginny started working in New World. Ron started a full time job cleaning a college, although he said that he wasn’t a janitor, they all knew he was. Hermione started working in a café and Jemaine had his teaching job.

At this rate, they had calculated that they would have enough money for five tickets to England in a month.

Until then, they all stayed where they were, Ron, Harry and Draco living with Jemaine, and Hermione and Ginny with Arezoo and Jess. They had all gotten used to each other, well, as close as used to as they could get.

Jemaine got up at 6am. He yawned and accidentally kicked Draco, who growled,

“Ahhhh! I was having such a good dream! Why the hell would you do that?” Jemaine grinned.

Nothing like seeing Draco Malfoy disheveled, silver hair everywhere, red blood shot eyes, and basically not a pretty sight. Jemaine was pretty sure he was the only one who had ever seen Draco like this.

But to make sure, he had taken a photo, whilst Draco had been yelling. The photo disturbed everyone. Hermione had cried. She thought someone had beaten Draco up. And so, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing Draco look worse than himself.

As Jemaine got up, Draco started heading for the shower. “Ah, Draco, it’s Tuesday! Remember? I have shower first, so step away from the shower!” Draco mumbled something and went to brush his teeth.

After Jemaine had showered and dressed, Draco took the bathroom. Jemaine went into the kitchen, and as usual, Harry was cooking breakfast. Harry’s food was…interesting, but he had started to learn from random cookbooks Jemaine had never seen before.

And so today, was French toast day. Harry and Ron started work later, and so they ate breakfast first before getting ready. Arezoo, Jessica, Ginny and Hermione came into their apartment soon after they had got ready, and they all breakfasted together.

Draco appeared, looking the same as always. What Jemaine couldn’t figure out was how he did that.

After breakfast, Jemaine rounded up Draco, Hermione, Ginny and Ron in his car, as he usually drove them to work. He dropped off Draco at the “place where you model underwear” as Draco called it, or basically, just any random street corner.

He dropped off Hermione at Wholly Bagels and Ginny at New World. Ron, who was still ashamed of his job, would often get dropped off a few hundred metres from “his school” so that no one would see him wandering into the school…which, by the way, the name he disclosed.

Harry, who’s job wouldn’t start till the late evening, as no one wanted pizza for breakfast, had the whole day to himself. He never told anyone what he did whilst they were gone, but they had a pretty good idea. Hermione had found her clothes fondled with one day, and Draco’s beauty products had been finishing at an alarming rate, and there was also talk on the news of “a messy black haired boy with a clown mask running through the streets of Wellington screaming ‘I’M THE BOY WHO LIVED!’” Although Harry denied any of these charges, the evidence was against him.

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