"Get up!" a very hoarse sounding Lucius Malfoy ground out.

Draco said nothing, same as he did to the three house elves father had sent to get him up before this interruption. He heard his door slam rather dramatically behind the older blonde.

Shifting in his bed under the blankets, Draco scowled, his thoughts drifting around. The Battle of Hogwarts was long over, five years of nothingness followed. Sure, they switched sides, but too little, too late. The Dark Lords' reign, and his familys choices, had ruined the Malfoy reputation for good.

Since leaving Azkaban, Lucius worked overtime networking and investing to try to restore them back to glory. Draco had no visions of that, he knew his place in society now and kept to himself, not leaving the manor for weeks at a time.

"TIPPY!" Draco called.

"Tippy here, Master Draco!" squealing as she popped in.

"Lunch; roast beef sandwich, chips and one of my apples." Draco said from under the covers.

"Tippy is getting that for you, sir, b-but no apples, sir," Tippy explained.

"What? What do you mean? We have orchards!"

"They is burned down, sir! We get them sent to the great manor but we is out! Apples not in season!"

"Okay, okay, I'm hungry, sandwich and chips," Draco replied not wanting to show the house elf how much not having his favorite snack could rattle him.

XxXxX

Now, with a full belly and a lot more energy, Draco grabbed one of his brooms from the nearest shed and took off. Flying had always been a passion for him, anytime in the air was like therapy.

Heading south he came up to the apple orchards, it was all a patch of black, ashy mud on the ground from the rainstorms lately, it looked awful.

With a flick of his wand he cleared all the heavy mud away and added a layer of topsoil. Anything more was beyond his scope of magic, earth magic was directly related to house elves and centaurs.

"TIPPY!" Draco called.

She arrived with a loud pop! "I is not surprised to see you here, young master, sir!"

"Yes, well... Tippy, I hadn't realized what shape the grounds were in. I need you to get a group together and make this top priority... please," Draco looked hopeful, and tried to ask nicely, times were changing and the Malfoys had to keep up. If saying please got him unlimited apples, so be it.

"I is understanding!"

XxXxX

Two weeks went by quickly, Draco's time being manoploized by Lucius to learn the family business. During one of these particularly boring, long winded meetings, father ordered tea service. Eyeing the elf smiling too broadly at him, Draco excused himself to his chambers. Tippy was waiting, tapping her foot.

"Come with me, young master, sir," Tippy all but shrieked.

They popped to the orchards and Draco's eyes went wide. In just weeks this barren wasteland was turned into a lush forest of perfectly lined apple trees. Letting out a sigh, Draco turned to Tippy.

"Thank you," it was simple and short but the elf stood taller and straighter.

"You is welcome, Tippy is happy to restore the great Malfoy gardens."

Draco plucked a perfectly ripe, green apple off of a nearby branch and bit in. Heaven. Things were looking up, maybe he could take on the world again.