Not My Day

He was distracted. That was probably why he managed to end up with his coffee down the front of his pants. He let out a yelp, and looked down at the small witch who was endlessly apologising for 'not watching where she was going, Mr Malfoy. I'm so sorry!' Draco shook his head; he knew it was his fault. Frowning down at his ruined shirt, he flicked off as much of the excess coffee that hadn't had time to soak in, and tried to cool the burning liquid — wincing as brushed his tender skin.

The girl, his new assistant, rushed around to fix this mess, still muttering apologies.

"Mr Malfoy, could I get you a new coffee?" She asked as she was half out the door of his office, looking back as she left. Draco shook his head, he should probably stop anyway — that was already his fourth and it was barely nine am.

"No, instead could you call my mother and cancel our dinner tonight?" She nodded. "Oh and Mia?" She turned back. "Don't worry about this." Her smile returned as she finally left the room.

A few minutes later he received a knock at the door. Draco straightened his tie over a clean shirt (he always kept spares in his office).

"Enter." His eyes rolled as none other than the green-eyed pain in his behin-

"Potter," Draco stood and politely did not extend his arm for a hand shake, "I wasn't expecting to see you today?"

"You know, Voldemort said that to me every time I entered a room..." Harry smirked, talking a seat before Draco's desk without waiting for permission.

"Funny," Draco retorted curtly, sending a particularly unamused glare in his direction.

"I try."

"Did you want something, or are you just planning to distract me from my work all morning?"

"Hmm, that's a hard one!" Harry sighed, placing a hand over his lips, trying to look deep in thought. Draco rolled his eyes again as he reached for his wand and seconds later his colleagues' chair was upturned and the boy-who-lived was sprawled across the coffee-stained floor.

"You should clean this!" Harry laughed, rolling over and sniffing the darker patch of carpet. "You don't want that to smell forever." He stood, placing the chair back, but this time not sitting.

"It's the new regime at Azkaban..." Harry started, rubbing his neck. He knew that this was a hard subject to broach with Draco — as half his family currently resided within its walls, and he had somehow managed to find himself head of the 'new security' committee. Just as Draco opened his mouth to reply, there was another knock and Mia entered.

"What?" Draco snapped, immediately regretting it.

"It's your mother. She says she's not cancelling dinner; she still wants to see you on your birthday." In front of him, Harry eyes lightened. His mouth was hanging open with a childish glee, all thoughts of Azkaban gone from his mind. Draco sighed, rubbing his brow. Today just kept getting worse.

A/N: words - 499

For Tom Felton's birthday :) Happy Birthday, Draco!