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Chapter Four

It's regardless to say that Draco Malfoy had not been having a very good day. In fact, you could even say his day had been a rather bad one. It wasn't his first, and definitely would not be his last, but even with that being said, it didn't make it any better. After destroying nearly half his office, including an antique vase his mother had given to him , he had been called out for a meeting, leaving Blaise to work a way out of his current situation.

The meeting had then proceeded to run overtime, with him sitting bored whilst two departments in his company debated how the budget should be raised, both attempting to convince Draco that it was for the company's benefit if they were given more money to utilise.

'Mr. Malfoy, I strongly believe that - cough -that the Department of Public Relations- wheeze-should receive the budget increase- cough -simply because our department has more expenses than the Department of Advertising.'

'Sir, I really object to the statement just made, as the Department of Advertising has just as many needs. You have to increase our budget.'

He had ended up extending the budget for both departments; simply because he couldn't stand the wheezy old man and whiny woman (whose's names he couldn't remember) argue.

He had then returned to his office to find Blaise still sitting in there and, reading through a pile of legal documents. The room that had been so badly torn up only hours before had been restored to a pristine condition; all the books were back in their shelves; the broken bottles and jars melded back together with magic and placed into their original locations. The paperwork on his desk had even been resorted and put neatly back into their respective files and folders.

By pure assumption, Draco knew that Blaise had been the one to fix his office back up for him. His secretary had accompanied him to the meeting, and no one else was allowed in there when he was not present. The man had bothered to tidy the place up, even if it was with magic, and not ask for anything in return. This also wasn't the first time it had occurred. In the three or so years before his divorce, his marriage had already turned sour. It hadn't been a sudden decision to split up with his wife. During that time, he had often gone out and gotten himself fairly intoxicated after arguments with Astoria, and when he returned home, would frequently destroy part of the house before becoming so fatigued as to fall asleep upon the lounge. The next morning he would wake up to see the place would be tidied up and clean, and then he would look to his left and come face to face with Blaise whom would be calmly sitting on the couch. It was no mistake that Blaise was his best mate

'Draco, Narcissa owled and invited me to dinner; said something about pudding, so I accepted,' he said, not looking up from the current pages he was sifting through.

Draco checked his watch again. It was 6:30pm. This left him only half an hour to change into formal dress robes for dinner, fetch a nice bottle of goblin made wine for dinner and prepare a speech to explain to his parents why their ex-daughter-in-law and granddaughter would not be present at tonight's dinner.

'I'll see you in half an hour then,' Draco said, before directly disapparating out.

After going out and purchasing a bottle of the most expensive wine he could find in the entire store, he had returned to his house; the house that he and Astoria had purchased after their marriage. To be truthful, he had honestly thought Astoria would ask for the house as a part of their divorce settlement. So surprisingly enough, she had taken only the money agreed on in their pre-nuptials and of course there was the fact that she had taken their daughter too.

He hurriedly showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He was now dressed in a black dress shirt with black slacks and a dark green tie, reminiscent of his Hogwart's years. He pulled on a black blazer before donning the robes he had purchased just the week before. Checking himself once in the mirror, he brushed a hand through his platinum blonde hair and smirked at his reflection. He then grabbed the wine and stepped into the fire place, releasing a handfull of floo powder whilst stating 'Malfoy Manor'.

'Draco, darling, why haven't you been to visit, it's been almost a month since I've seen you, and I've missed you so much.'

The former Slytherin had the air crushed out of him as his mother smothered him with hugs and kisses. He stood as still as a statue as she backed away and started looking him up and down.

'Oh, you've lost weight, just look at you. You're all scrawny now dear.'

He eyed his father as his mother continued to fawn over him, commenting about his complexion and 'weight loss'. The older Malfoy raised an eyebrow and silently scoffed as if to say, 'she's your problem now.'

'Master Draco, Master Blaise has just arrived,' said a house elf, poking it's head through in the door.

'Well then, dinner is served,' Lucius said almost mockingly before heading towards the dining room.

Draco Malfoy had been having a bad day. He had realised that at around 9 earlier that morning. But things were only going down hill from here.

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