"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid we're going to need an explanation now." Draco Malfoy raised one eyebrow at the group of people seated around the table in the meeting room.
"I give you 27 bound and incapacitated high level Death Eaters, and you're still not satisfied." He sighed. "What's a bloke have to do to get some peace around here? And why on earth is the Headmaster of Hogwarts here, let alone leading this inquisition?"
Madame Bones cut Dumbledore off before he could say anything else. "He has a point Headmaster. I have allowed you to be present despite my instincts, so please, refrain from interfering." Draco didn't bother hiding his smirk as the old man settled back in his chair, practically pouting. Priceless. "Mr. Malfoy, your father was incarcerated just last month for being a Death Eater. As far as the DMLE is aware, Voldemort has been operating out of Malfoy Manor. I think wanting to hear what exactly is going on isn't too much to ask, don't you?"
He shrugged. "Sure. Let me put this in simple terms. I'm a Malfoy and a Black. The last few generations, with a few notable exceptions, seem to have forgotten, but we bow to no one. Not self-proclaimed propagandized Leaders of the Light" a pointed glance at Dumbledore, "not idiotic boy heroes," Harry blew him a kiss, "and definitely not jumped up, hypocritical, half-blood maniacs with delusions of being a Dark Lord."
"I like him." Draco flicked his fingers in a lazy salute at the grinning Metamorphagi cousin he had never met.
"So, when said wanker tried to brand me, I delayed him, and put into place some plans I've been cooking up for quite a while now. End result, 27 Death Eaters for the Ministry, and a pest free Manor. I think Voldemort might be a wee bit angry with me though."
"You don't say?" Harry Potter rolled his eyes from his seat next to his alleged arch-rival. Pretty much every single person in the room was shocked at the lack of animosity so far. "Babe, my head just about split down the middle when he realized you'd tossed him out on his arse."
Babe? The silence was stifling as everyone stared at them.
"Oops." Draco tried an innocent expression, then shrugged when that had no effect on Harry's flat stare. "Sorry Haz, it had to be done."
"What is going on here? And why is Potter present anyway?"
Harry leaned back in his seat and held up his left hand so everyone could see the two signet rings he wore.
"Hi. As per the wishes of my recently deceased godfather, I'm emancipated and Lord of Houses Black and Potter. As Draco is currently heir to the Black Lordship, I have every right to be here. What's your ticket?" A snort escaped Draco as Harry barely restrained himself from doing something as childish as sticking his tongue out at the curious busybody. Barely.