Disclaimer: Due to a series of unfortunate occurrences, mostly my date of birth and limited creativity, I am not the proud creator of the Harry Potter series...J.K. Rowling is.

Draco Malfoy was a man with a purpose. He never did anything rashly, at least not since his Hogwarts days, and he carefully viewed the outcomes of all the decisions that he made. His life was made up of a simple routine and rarely did he divert from it. After having graduated Hogwarts, Malfoy started Malfoy Inc. which, since then, has become a global empire. Malfoy Inc. specialized in potions making, potions consult, and selling fresh potions ingredients. If you needed a potion done by experts, needed advice on how to go about making a particularly hard potion, or just needed a fresh batch of ingredients then Malfoy Inc. was your best choice. Malfoy, being the head of the company, personally hired his potions experts. He was nothing short of meticulous with his work and when his work load was over the top his best friend, co-founder Blaise Zabini, made sure to get things done.

Though Malfoy liked things to be done on time, he was not exactly on schedule everyday. Malfoy had had a pretty bad morning, having stayed up all-night to attend to a potion that needed his attention, and was running late to his meeting. When he woke up in his potions lab at home and looked at the time, he experienced the closest thing to heart failure that a twenty-four year old could manage.

'Fuck my life,' he thought as he ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He took the quickest shower known to man and quickly pulled on his robes. While he was stuffing his paperwork into his suitcase his house elf, Nyx, handed him his breakfast toast. He quickly crammed the toast in his mouth and downed the accompanying pumpkin juice. When he managed to slam his suitcase shut, he turned to Nyx to bid her good bye and informed her that he would probably be home by dinner time. Nyx watched her master apparate out of the manor, all the while wondering if he meant to have his hair look like he had just rolled out of bed.

Draco landed in the atrium of his company building and practically ran past the secretary at the front desk. He threw a 'good morning' at her as he ran towards the elevator and desperately pressed the button for the 21st floor. It was the longest elevator ride he had ever been subjected to. He barely gave the elevator doors a chance to open as he shot past, headed left and straight down the hallway to Conference Room One. He skidded to a halt outside of it and tried to fix his rumpled clothes. Then he put on his business face and stepped inside.

"Sorry I am late ladies and gentlemen. It seems like time got the best of me this morning."

"No worries, boss," came the dutiful reply of Blaise Zabini who sat smiling indulgently at him. Malfoy took his seat at the head of the table and glared at Zabini. He then gazed at the people of the large conference table in front of him. His gaze steadied on a woman with short black hair.

"Parkinson, what do you have for me?" He said smirking.

"Well, Malfoy, seeing as I am head of the ingredients department, I am obviously here to tell you I need more ingredients. Either that or get the Potions Making Department off my back."

"Well maybe, if you just allowed us to gather our own ingredients rather than having to go through a heinous amount of paperwork, you wouldn't have the Potions Making Department 'on your back,'"replied Lancaster the head of said department.

"Well maybe, if you could actually brew a fucking potion without wasting valuable ingredients and control the usage of ingredients of your subordinates, we wouldn't be having a problem, you dumb shit."

"You little-"

"Parkinson, Lancaster that is enough. Can we act like semi-professionals for the time being and go back to damning each other to hell when this meeting is over?"

"Fine, Draco," Pansy said as she crossed her arms and glared at Lancaster.

"My apologies, Mr. Malfoy," was Lancaster's cold response.

"Anyways, Pansy your problem is solved as I have just been informed that my order for ingredients should arrive either today or tomorrow. Keep an eye out for it. Now, Lancaster inform me of the Potions Making Department."

"Yes sir. Here is a report of the potions you specifically ordered to be made. They are in Laboratory Five," he said while handing the report over. Draco took it and skimmed it while gesturing him to continue. "Our classified laboratory or Laboratory Zero has had a break through on the psychosis potion because of your suggestion to use dragon's blood. And lastly, the load for the apothecaries in France is ready for shipment."

"Ah, thank you Lancaster. I will pay a visit to Laboratory Zero sometime this week. Anyone else…?"

After having heard from all the heads of departments and given them their tasks for the following week, Malfoy was left alone in the conference room with Zabini. Once the last person stepped out of the office, Malfoy's head hit the table. He wanted nothing more than to sleep but of course Zabini wouldn't grant him that.

"So boss, did you intend for your hair to look like you have just been shagged? It actually doesn't look that bad."

Draco's head shot up and he quickly transfigured a paperweight into a mirror. His hair was…holy shit.

"You just let me carry on a meeting with my hair looking like a birds nest!"

"It's not that bad! The girls in the room were practically fanning themselves. Even Pansy looked pink around the cheeks, though that could have been because of her insult match with Lancaster. I swear they take sick pleasure in insulting each other."

Draco sighed and stood up. He took his suitcase and headed out the door towards the room on the other side of the hallway. There he removed his complicated locking charm and entered his office. Draco's office was not unlike the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts. In fact that is where he drew his inspiration. The room was circular, the walls covered in ebony wood panels and the room had three large arched windows. Draco went to sit at his desk and rummaged around in his drawers. He finally found what he was looking for and drank his daily dose of pepper-up potion.

"You know after a while your body will grow immune to that stuff," said Blaise.

"Yeah, well until then I will consider it brunch."

Zabini chuckled as he played with the emerald paperweight on Draco's desk. Malfoy had the tendency to stay up late doing potions. Though usually it didn't deter his schedule, once in a while it did make him tardy. These late nights weren't doing much for Draco in the looks department though. Yes he still looked godly physically, but there were dark circles under his eyes and he was looking quite pale nowadays.

"Why don't you take a nap?" said Blaise gesturing to the psychiatrist couch at the corner of the room. Draco's eyes looked at it longingly but he then shook his head.

"I can't, I have a meeting with Granger in about 20 minutes. If I did it wouldn't be worth it."

He stood up and cast a glamour on himself to make himself look somewhat decent. "I might as well get a head start and go down to the ministry now."

"Say 'hi' to that lovely beauty Granger for me."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Will do, and Zabini, remember to lock my door this time. I don't want to come back and have Pansy in my office waiting to verbally attack me."

"You know you did deserve it that time. Partnering her up with Lancaster on a week-long expedition to Africa wasn't exactly one of your brightest ideas."

Draco laughed as he closed the door behind him.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed the story because there is definitely more to come. I would really appreciate reviews. :-).