Countdown

I do not own the Harry Potter books

Chapter Two

I wake up to the blaring of my alarm and my secretary's screeching like a banshee that just got his balls chopped off. Taking my hand from the warm confines of my comforter I let the chilled air encase it as I slam down on the button of the damned alarm. It's bloody six o'clock in the morning and I need to get into the shower, and quickly judging by the screeching. Entering the bathroom I shrug off my plaid sleeping pants and boxer-briefs, set the temperature to near boiling, and step into the shower letting the water rinse the goose bumps from my body. Getting out of the shower I get into my handmade silver suit and make my way to the kitchen.

"What the hell my I ask took you so damned long? You have a meeting at 6:30!" Yelled the ball-less banshee also known as Lizzie. Reaching for the toast that she has already prepared for me I spread grape jelly on top of it and take a bite, shaking my head at her. "Draco Malfoy do not shake your head at me! Without me you wouldn't get half of the things you do every day accomplished!"

"I give credit where credit is due, you are correct. Though you must always keep in mind that I am the CEO of Malfoy Inc. therefore I can do what I must when I want to." I replay in a joking tone, taking the magazine from the middle of the glass table and turn to the "Top Ten Hottest Men". Looking through the article that I was interviewed for yesterday I snort rather loudly when I get close to the end.

"What's got you snorting like a hog?" Asks Lizzie from the other side of the room. Presumably sorting out my schedule for the day.

"I just think it's stupid that they feel the need to put my countdown in here. It's just rubbish." I comment tossing the useless thing on to the table.

"They only do it to give star eyed girls something to wish for. It also gives you more publicity in the papers." She throws over her shoulder leaving the room.

She does have a point I just don't think that my soul mate would be that kind of dimwitted girl to aspire to have anyone as long as they are rich as their soul mate. Noting the time and Lizzie's distressed sighs I get up from the table and follow her out to the car.

Inside the imported car Lizzie drones on about all the events coming up in the next week or so. Towards the end she says something about going to a college that piques my interests enough to add to the conversation. "What college will I be going to?"

"Do you remember to college that you donated money to their medical department? Well that's the one, they would like to thank you." She says.

"Ahh yes their program is teaching the best doctors our country will have. I just figured that I should help." Just as I finish my sentence the car pulls over in front of the headquarters.

Entering the seventeen story high modern styled building our feet echoing in the lounge. Nodding to the receptionist we make our way to the elevator, pushing the metallic sixteen button, the elevator shoots up in to the sky.

"Remember this meeting is only for people to come in and pitch their ideas. Please don't be too hard on them." Lizzie comments as we step off the elevator heading off in opposite directions.

Pushing open the conference rooms doors I briskly walk to the seat reserved for me at the front of the table. All I can hope is that this passes by quickly and without me bursting into flames when I try to understand why these people think their ideas are even remotely good. My partner Blaise comes onto the room and takes the seat directly to my right. Currently it is 6:25 and as per usual the other five or so business people make it to their seats just in time for the first "entrepreneur", if you can call them that.

Almost the entire day is spent with Blaise and I looking at each other trying desperately to not burst into laughter at the ridiculous ideas that have walked in. I mean who wants a garden hose that can also shoot out condiments, exactly no one. The very few good ideas that came in the door were overshadowed by the sheer amount of horrendous ones. Malfoy Inc. lives off of the new ideas that are brought in, unlike some companies that only survive on the one thing they are good at like computers or clothes. We have multiple types of projects from clothes to tv to medical equipment and hospitals. This is what my father built this company on, new and world changing ideas and products.

After about the eighteenth idiot in a row, Blaise and I decide that a break is in order, after shooing out the last of our partners Blaise turns to me. I can tell by the look in his eye that whatever he is about to say he isn't very happy about it.

"Mate, what are we going to do? We haven't had one good or even remotely intelligent idea for a month now. I'm starting to worry that the press will turns this into some big story with the headline in bold print saying, "Malfoy Incorporated Running out of Ideas?"." Blaise gestures wildly with his hands as he almost yells this at me.

Walking up to him I grab his shoulders and say, "Listen to me, I will not let this company be run into the ground for as long as I am alive. We will find an idea we just have to be patient and stay calm. The press won't know about our lack of ideas because of all the ones that we have been developing will be coming out soon."

This seems to visibly relax Blaise, his body losing most of the tension. Good because I don't need my right hand man getting all flustered on me, he needs to be reliable. Before I forget I need to talk to him about the college ceremony that I'll be going to in a week.

"Blaise while I have you right in front of me I wanted to talk to you about the college that I'll be visiting in a week. That is if you have the time?"

"Yeah I've got time, but mate just to remind you that even if I didn't you are my boss and I would just make the time." He laughs slightly at the end.

"Yeah I know, but I wish that you wouldn't do that. We've been friends almost our entire lives I wouldn't care if you didn't have the time, we would just talk about it later. But anyway, in one week I'll be going to the college that I donated money to. They want to thank me by having a ceremony in my honor."

Blaise interrupts me with, "Yeah Lizzie told me about that earlier this week. Don't you hate those kind of things? I mean you don't really even like being in the lime light. Lizzie had to practically hold you at gun point to do that stupid magazine article."

"That's exactly why I'm asking you to come with me to it. If I don't have you there beside me I might just bite off anyone's head who even comes near me, and I think we both know how much the media will just love that." I laugh and he chuckles, dropping his head and rubbing the back of his neck.

Blaise's eyes harden when he looks back up at me, his voice suddenly serious, "Draco, is that the only reason that you want me to be there with you? Or is the fact that you're due to meet them the day of the ceremony playing a role in your decision also?"

Damn I always forget how perceptive he is about these things, even as kids he knew with just one look if something was wrong. It gets annoying when you don't want him to pick up on things. "Okay, okay you caught me. I just want you there if something goes wrong and I mess up and they end up hating my guts." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

Most people see me as the perfect, sexy business man at the top of his game, ready to take anything head on. In reality I do have my fair share of flaws which make me nervous to meet my soul mate because what if they don't like me, what if I'm just not good enough for them, or they're too good for me? I hide my emotions away under a tough exterior because in business anything is fair game to get above your competitors. I've learned this the hard way. Blaise is one of the only people I let see what I'm really like.

Blaise's booming laugh takes me from my musings, I look up from my hands to see him laughing like someone just told that his father was wearing a tutu around downtown London. "Mate I know you don't see yourself in the best light, but trust me when I say that you have nothing to worry about. You are a great man, a catch in most people's book. Just be yourself and everything will work out, I mean they were made to be your other half so to speak. If anything does go wrong, which is very improbable then I'll be there to hold you up."

"That is why you're going with me, you talk me out of my stupid ruts that I put myself in. Thanks Blaise for being such a great mate." I smile as I walk past him to the door, "Now let's get back to business and see if any of these knuckle heads have a single lonely thought in their heads." My hand clasps his shoulder as we depart from the room.

Later that night, after my mountains of paperwork and reports that I had to fill in and look over. And after writing the beginning of my speech for the college, I finally make it to bed. As soon as my over worked and stiff body hits the mattress I sink into it, like a balloon releasing the air from inside of it, the stress of the day is blown from my mind. As I stare up at the celling I can't help but think that the next eight days are going to lead up to something big. I close my sore and tired eyes and drift off to sleep.

A/N Thank you to everybody that had followed, reviewed or favorite the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed Draco's point of view, please tell me if you think I did him justice. Thank you for reading! Feel free to leave a review, follow or favorite.

~Tardislover