1am.

Draco woke up on his cold bed, sweats dropping, eyes wide.

"What was that?" he asked himself. Sighing, he climbed back to his bed resting on his sides he look out the window. The night, just beautiful and pale –moonless, feeling mellow he closed his eyes and sleep finally claimed him.

DxDxDxDx

Managing the Frontellius company -a company that deals mostly with transporting escaped wizards back to Azkaban –he quickly discovered that failure was not an option. After the war, the Malfoys fled the UK and hid themselves in the Amazons. The first few weeks went by slowly enough that Narcissa chose to abandon her family and begged for the Ministry's forgiveness.

Weak, his father called her. Draco nodded and shuffled back to his make shift bed made out of moss and dried leaves. The memory still clung heavily onto Draco, at night he grew restless thinking about what had happened. Today, he did not want to remember –he wanted to concentrate.

"What is the update on Longbottom?"

"Well Sir, umm .. the team tried their best.. but"

"But what Weasley?" Draco scowled at the red head.

Draco had always noticed how much of a scared mouse the red head resembles whenever the other half of the Golden Trio was not present, he thought to himself. That brought him pleasure, thinking about his days in Hogwarts where everything was so simple when the only things that had mattered was house rivalry, quidditch, keeping a front of agreeing with everything that came out from Lucius's mouth but now, the lines are too blurred -gone were the days of simple delights.

"He escaped," mumbling, Weasley chose his words carefully. The Malfoy temper was not just another legend, he personally witnessed it himself. Once at the Companys' Christmas party, an elf had spilled red wine on Draco's crisp brand new Armani suit. The room felt silent, all eyes shifted to Draco. Like a ring leader, he clapped his hands demanding attention. Smiling, he then knifed the elf -14 times.

"That bloke sure has some issues,"

"Or just plain psychotic. I never doubted it, after what happened,"

"Yeah," said Ron to his sister in law, Hermione.

"I think for your sake Weasley, you should weasel yourself out right now before I"
Ron didn't need to be told twice, as silently as he had arrived the next moment he was gone.

Rubbing his temples, Malfoy again grew restless. This pleasure he only afforded to himself when he is alone. The consequences of announcing that ones week is unimaginable.

"Mr Malfoy, you have a visitor," announced the red haired overweight secretary.

"Are the Weasleys having a family reunion?,"

"I beg your pardon, Sir?" so boldly Elise had asked.

"Never mind, just dye your head blonde when you go home or shave it if you still fancy bringing me my coffee,"

"But.."

"Sod off Ginger. You're really killing my buzz,"

"Noted"

Being a dick was the only way, he have learnt. Showing that you have emotions would only make yourself vulnerable, never feel. Lucius's words rang back to him, chanting it like a mantra he flashed a brilliant smile as he coolly greeted his guests.

Never in her life was Hermione Granger late but today, of all the days she couldn't afford to be late -she was late. She would like to blame it on her darling George but remembering her gasps of delights, that was impossible. Blushing, she quickly went inside the telephone booth slash port key which would led her to the Ministry for her already late meeting.