"Well fuck me Harry Potter." The mug in his hand made contact with his lips, only to find his coffee hadn't cooled in the whole hour that Harry Bloody Potter had been speaking to him. Damn heating charms, damn secretary for being thoughtful. Damn a lot of things, but mostly damn Harry Potter.
Well of course, damn Hermione Granger as well.
"I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't know you could handle it," The Boy Who Lived said as he shifted slightly uncomfortable with his situation. However he wasn't about to give Malfoy, or anyone for that matter the satisfaction to know he couldn't handle himself. So there he went, moving his glasses up to stop them from falling off completely, he regained his I'm-the-boy-who-saved-the-world-against-all-that-was-evil look. "What is this? You scared Malfoy?"
"Get out of my office Potter." I should punch him in the scar. "Really, who let you in here? I'm going to fire them."
"Please, do get off your high horse Malfoy. You don't think I could get into Gringotts without anyone asking any question?" The great Harry Potter exploited his powers.
"So what you're saying is that I could use a polyjuice potion, sneak into Gringotts and steal a whole load of money under your name, and no one would be the wiser?"
"Shut up Malfoy, that's not what I'm getting at. Will you do this or not? There's only a month 'til this is made public," He pleaded.
"Get out." Draco knew there was no way to get out of this, so why not make it harder for the dink to which he befriended during the war?
"I'll tell Hermione the plan then, glad to have you on board."
Damn it, he didn't say anything of the sorts. Now unfortunately for the first time in his life he was at a loss for words, well actually there was nothing he could say without insulting the mother of... oh fuck it. "There's no way she'll go for this, no way in hell. Besides why can't she just marry some other pureblood?"
Harry got up from his seat, shifting his glasses once again; he should really get that fixed. He didn't want to say this, he really didn't. So he was making his leave. But the door wouldn't budge. Damn Draco for being really damn good at magic.
"Well I'm waiting Potter, and an answer would be nice."
Some mumbles and grumbles could be heard from Harry along with some cursing. He needed the door opened yesterday! He was Harry bloody Potter; this door should open to his command... ok that was a little overboard, but still.
"What was that Potter?" Draco was now getting pretty impatient, and by dear Merlin he would get his answer. The only thing he wanted to hear from Potter's mouth since the damn man arrived in his office.
Harry sighed, he figured Draco would find out some way or another as to what he was basically conning him into. He really didn't want to do this. He really, really didn't want to say it, and now he was stalling.
"Oh for fuck sake, out with it already."
"You'll lose a lot of your rights with Cal. Probably all of them." There he said it, and now he was waiting for the cursing of his body. And when it didn't come, Harry had to turn around, he would rather see the curse coming than not he decided.
"You can leave now Potter."
Oh thank Merlin, he was getting out of there finally, and fast.
"And Draco, don't be late for dinner."
Well fuck him, he didn't know Harry was going to be there later as well, who else is the bloody witch invite over?