Disclaimer: I do own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. Also, the plot and dialogues are not mine either, they belong to Hajin Yoo.

I know I sort of abandoned this story for almost a year now. And for that, I'M SORRYYYYY! Busy is not an excuse, then I have no legitimate excuse. Please continue reading. x

Chapter 8.

Lucius Malfoy is a very proud of himself. He is the CEO of Malfoy Inc., the company he had shed sweat and blood for. His cunning business skills are exceptional, which in return boost up him name and status in the business social network. His influence over the whole social range gives him perks that satisfy him greatly. His addictive habit of dominating others who crave for attention is the one of the main factors that made him who and where he is now. Even at an elderly age, Lucius is an extraordinarily good-looking man, which catches the attention of not only women but some men as well. That aspect certainly helped him through the ages.

It is another normal, calming day in the CEO office, where Lucius Malfoy is enjoying some golf. On his grass mat, Lucius holds his putter firmly, aiming the golf ball at the hole on the other end of the mat and pulls back slight but the ball wavers to the side when his concentration is disturbed by none other than Draco Malfoy, who bursts into the room with a loud bang of the door.

'Old man! You told everyone that we're an item, didn't you?'

'You might break the door again' Lucius gives a sigh. 'I told you to do something about that temper of yours'

Draco scoffs, leisurely striding across the spacious room and sits himself on the couch with a 'flomp' on the cushion. 'We knew I was always fucked up' he comments, bringing his fingers to the side of his temple to massage a headache that's coming uninvitedly.

Lucius smirks, leaning some of his weight on the golf club he is currently holding. He stares at his visitor, hair sleeked back with a suit that fits every curves of his body brilliantly. Draco Malfoy is not legally his son. Lucius met with Draco when he was helpless and vulnerable at such a tender age by sheer coincidence and without hesitation, Lucius took care of him. Even now, the majestic captivating looks of the blond's features still shines brightly. The fact that Draco willingly shed his original surname for Lucuis's when he was legal enough evidently proves just how tight Lucius got this little blonde wrapped around his finger.

'How long do you plan on keeping that fucker around?' Draco's question brings Lucius back to the present. 'She'll turn around and slit your fucking throat when you least expect it'

Lucius takes a breath before answering. 'Well, to run a business, you need someone like her'

Draco promptly looks up, staring at the CEO. 'You shouldn't keep her around for too long'

'But there are things only cunts like her can accomplish' Lucius tries to reason. Draco scoffs, choosing not comment anymore. Lucius smiles slightly 'You just don't get how things operate yet'

At reflex, Draco kicks the coffee table in front of him, facing the other way. 'Enough, stop treating me like a newb!' Draco's hand runs through his neat hair, letting a tired sigh slip as he surveys the magnificent view the office holds.

Lucius decides to ignore the hot-tempered boy, letting the anger subside. He takes his stance again, a new golf ball at the ready along with the putter. He holds back the putter and with enough force, he brings it forth. Like before, the ball swirls of out its intended path and hits Draco's expensive shoes.

Lucius' eyes, which are following the little ball as it rolls across the floor diverts to the owner of the shoes, staring into the grey orbs. 'I'm gonna leave if you keep playing with your ball' Draco states uninterestedly, smirking.

Lucius lets out a half-hearted scoff at Draco's smirk, coming closer towards the smaller blonde. 'Always impatient' Lucius drawls as he places his palm on the surface on the coffee table which is directly in front of Draco.

'As I promised, I'll be your obedient dog until I turn 30' Draco states. 'But afterwards, I might slit your throat open as well' Draco's smirk still lingers on his lips.

Lucius momentarily freezes, his mouth forms into a tight line at Draco's words but he quickly regains his composure and gives a smirk at the young boy's aimless courage. 'Go ahead.' A thump could be heard as Lucius puts all his body weight on the fragile coffee table. 'Then I'll hand over everything I have to you, as also promised'

In the office of Slytherin Credit Union, at the very top of the building where Draco Malfoy office is, sits a treasure highly coveted by everyone in the office. It is none other than a white round vas. As it was given by the CEO of Malfoy Inc., the value of this particularly vase was evidently seen even by a single glance. As a result, every member of the employee approaches it with great care and reverence.

Like any other day, the vase is proudly placed on the boss's work desk in the office. The same office where a one Harry Potter is doing his job. Less than a minute later, shattered glass echoes through the building and for a moment, everyone becomes silent, disbelief written among their expressions, staring at the pieces on the floor. Shattered pieces of the vase.

Harry finally breaks the silence with muttering two words under his breath 'super glue'

Then all hell breaks loose.

'I can fix this!' Harry shouts frantically, slowly approaching the shattered pieces on the floor before someone grabs him from behind.

'Forget it. It's a goner' Blaise, apparently the one restraining Harry, says to him.

'No, I can put it back together!' Harry protests as panic laces over his voice. 'I use to be a jigsaw puzzle king!'

'Even if you knew magic, you couldn't assemble it back together' Blaise warns him, still clutching the frantic boy tightly. Harry immediately stops trashing hysterically when a hand pats on his shoulder.

'Harry' Neville slowly says. 'When you cheated on me, I honestly wanted to hang you upside down, but I never wanted you dead' Neville's face gradually faces his and with the most serious tone Harry has ever heard from him, Neville utters 'So, run like hell!'

Harry almost cried at his doomed fate.

Being the boss, Draco Malfoy never is the first person to arrive at the office. Like any other day, he enters through the double doors, knowing well enough all of his staff would already be present. But today, he senses a peculiar vibe. He strides to his work desk, scanning the whole office. Something felt … empty.

Then he realizes. 'Where's the boy?'

'Oh, Harry?' Blaise tries not to stutter. 'He took a couple of days off'

'Bollocks. Who the bloody hell said he can run off and come back at any time?'

'He went to visit his folks' Neville pipes up nervously.

Draco suddenly startles. 'Wait, that fucker didn't run off with my money, did he? Bring my goddamn account book here now!' On the contrary, Harry took good care of his savings as it seems. All of his money is present.

Draco hmph-ed, patting along his suit. When he didn't recover any cigarettes, he searches for some in the drawers. None. 'Where the fuck are the cigarettes?'

'Well, Harry always buys them for you' Goyle meekly replies.

'Then, go buy some!' Draco roars.

'Sir, me?' Goyle is completely baffled.

'You actually expects me to buy them myself, you buffoon?' Goyle runs off as quickly as his feet would allow him.

After 30 minutes of waiting, the infuriated aura starts to cloud around Draco as he sits on the leather chair with his arms crossed. After an hour, Draco is still sitting rigidly on his chair with his still arms crossed.

'Boss, I'm back!' A direct hit to his forehead with some piece of garbage is the greeting Goyle received upon his return.

'It's just a pack of spliff. What the hell took you so long?'

'It's hard to find the brand you smoke in this area, boss'

'Fuck, where the bloody hell is my lighter?'

The employees cringe inwardly.

That day mark the beginning of a very long week in the absence the infamous Harry Potter. By the end of the week, the state of the Slytherin Credit Union office looks fairly the same to a pigsty. The stench of mold and damp from the cushions roams the office as the employees are completely useless when it come to cleaning.

'This coffee taste like shit!' Crabbe spit out the horrible liquid to the already dirty floor.

Another employee, Ron Weasley bends down and picks up a small creature he saw. 'Hey there maggot. I haven't seen you in a while' he comments, smiling goofily.

Draco Malfoy is not a very patient man. And with this employees being incompetent at even the simplest task, his patience quickly moulds into frustration. He stands up from his seat, yelling 'Get the bastard Potter back now!'

Alright, I'm going to graduate by the end of this year so till then, I wouldn't be updating any chapters. Though, after I'm done and over with school, I will solely concentrate on this story to try shorten it and finish it. Those who review are best people in the world! x