A/N So, this is my first Harry Potter fic, and also my first slash, so bear with me here please. Any input is definetely appreciated! Any constructive criticism or ideas would help. Thank you all for your time in viewing this!

Chapter 1

"POTTER!"

Amidst the banging of kitchen equipment and the shouting of orders, the roar of outrage only succeeded in ringing ears for those near the initiator. An average-sized man, he commanded the resp--well, the fear, of all those under his "authority" through power rather than physical strength. Many glanced warily his way, all too familiar with the actions that followed such a tone. He glared murderously at everyone who paused in their work to do so. Quickly they were back to the tasks at hand, all silently wishing luck to the poor fellow he was seeking.

Seeing that his obvious summons had been ignored, at least in his eyes, he stormed his way to the back of the building, gaining steam as he did so. The formal tie around his neck flapped over his shoulder, unsuccessful in its goal to constrict around his neck. The managerial name tag bouncing wildly on his right, breast pocket read simply, "MacNair--Rest. Manager."

When he arrived at the back he stopped and seethed as he sought his prey--er, employee. A cheerful humming from the corner of the room snared his attention and he narrowed his eyes as he stalked towards the noise.

Oblivious to the danger, a small black-haired boy nodded his head in beat with whatever popular tune he was humming. He was bent over a large sink filled to the brim with dishes, his slender arms disappearing into the ocean of soap and water as they rummaged around for things to wash.

MacNair reached the boy and grabbed his arm none too gently, halting the song and spinning the boy around in the same moment. Fear filled the large emerald eyes, at the look on his employers face as the boy stuttered in panic, "Mr. MacNair! Sir! What…do you need someth…I mean is…can I help yo--"

MacNair halted the explanation with a hard slap to the face. The boy flinched and grabbed his face, but otherwise remained quiet and still. The look on his face was of tired acceptance, not of shock as one would expect. Luminescent orbs lowered as MacNair began berating him halting any of the boy's attempts at speech or movement.

"I hollered for you Harry Potter, why didn't you come? Shut Up! I needed someone to clean up the toilets! Did I say you could leave? Because of your useless hide I had to have someone else do it! Someone who I HAD doing other things! You're docked an hour's pay, don't let it happen again!"

With that said, MacNair threw the boy back to the sink harshly, and quirked his mouth triumphantly when there was a grunt of pain. Whistling merrily, he exited towards the restaurant front, not noticing or caring for the tears that slipped from soulful, green eyes.

Meanwhile in a mansion on a huge estate

"Father do I absolutely have to come with you today?"

A blonde haired youth, looking to be around 17 years of age, asked with something akin to a whine in his voice. The target, and thus the victim, of this immature display was a middle-aged man who was strikingly similar to his son in nearly every way. As the boy huffed and sighed, wearing an exaggerated frown on his face, his father merely rolled his eyes and commented, "Draco don't slouch. A Malfoy always maintains proper posture even if he is begging."

The boy, or Draco as we now know, immediately straightened and sneered towards his father, "I'm sorry Lucius. Would this be a more beneficial position from which to beg for my freedom. Maybe you would prefer the one-knee approach so I'd be better positioned to kiss your as-"

"Draco that is enough!"

Lucius smirked wickedly at his son as the source of the reprimand, a tall and willowy blonde woman, swept into the room and cowed the rebellious teen. Draco straightened further in his chair and dropped his eyes repentantly as the elegant woman towered over his seat. Over his head she cast a frosty glare that stopped the elder Mr. Malfoy mid-smirk.

"Honestly Draco, were anyone to hear you they'd believe you didn't respect your father at all."

"But Mothe--"

"Don't you but Mother me! And Lucius, don't tease the boy so!"

"Now Narcissa I-"

"Now Narcissa" the woman mocked, looking slightly silly as she exaggerated the facial expressions and adopted a high-pitched whine to her voice. Draco giggled and Lucius smiled slightly before conceding and nodding to his son, "Draco, I'm sorry for teasing you."

Draco turned serious and apologized as well, "I know dad, and I'm sorry for disrespecting you. I didn't mean it like that."

Narcissa clasped her hands in mock delight and proceeded to wipe an imaginary tear from her eyes, "I'm so glad we can all get along!"

Both men looked at her pointedly and then rolled their eyes in unison, looking so much alike that Narcissa smiled broadly at her family before taking her seat. She turned crystal ice eyes to her husband.

"Lucius, where are you and Draco going today?"

At the reminder of what they'd been discussing before Lucius' face lit up with joy and had it not been improper he would have bounced happily in his chair.

"I'm paying a surprise visit to the restaurants today! They think I'm coming next week, so they won't be expecting me!"

"Oh how clever dear! But why the sudden change. You've never surprised them before. You aren't expecting to find something horrible are you?"

Lucius quickly dismissed the idea and tried to explain his reasoning to his wife and son.

"No, actually the exact opposite! All the restaurants have exceedingly good customer ratings, and I just want to see if they do things any different than on the normal days that I visit. I'm especially excited to see how the one in Hogsmeade is ran, the manager there has vastly improved the budget and stock handlings. I'm so curious to see how he managed that."

Draco and Narcissa recognized the beginnings of what looked to be a quite lengthy conversation between Mr. Malfoy and himself, and so they both turned their attention back to their food, responding occasionally to Lucius' monologue in single word sentences.

Two hours later, Lucius was still pondering the possible ways the superb budget could have been achieved as he led his son to their car. Ignoring his father, Draco propped his feet up and begin reading the latest issue of Flame, a popular magazine for homosexual men. As the driver pulled from the driveway he couldn't help thinking that he'd rather be finding a date for the upcoming Spring Formal. He was down to the last stretch and if he didn't find someone before Friday then he would be flying solo that night. And flying solo was not something the son of multi-gazillionaire Lucius Malfoy engaged in. No that would not do at all.