Y/n stood outside Flourish & Blotts, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment. The job listing was barely legible, ink smudged from being folded and unfolded a dozen times.

Malfoy Manor — Summer Position Available — Babysitter for Young Lord. Generous Compensation. Must be discreet, patient, and of good character. Apply in person at the Manor Gates by sunset, June 15th.

A summer at Malfoy Manor. The name alone sent a thrill down Y/n's spine — equal parts excitement and something colder.

The notice had been pinned to the board for two weeks now. Everyone else had walked past it, sniggering and whispering. Nobody wanted to work for that family.

But Y/n needed the galleons. And the curiosity? The curiosity was almost unbearable.

His grey eyes flicked from the parchment to Y/n's face, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.