AN: This chapter is slightly different from the others due to the beginning being from Lucius pov.
If this is developing too fast please do tell me- i feel like im rushing some things- Enjoy :)
Lucius Malfoy was striding back and forth outside the room where his son was currently being questioned by the stupid prat of a lawyer. If the minister of magic hadn't recommended Harry because he'd heard of his skills from the muggle minister, Lucius would show that mugglebastard a lesson. He wasn't usually one to lose his temper, but the muggle didn't seem to know just who he was talking to and had no respect for Lucius or Draco. Lucius had warned Draco about telling anyone what actually had happened and he was sure his son would be able to scare every damn lawyer away before someone decided to just free his son and get over this silly business. To make Draco's defense better, Lucius had manipulated the witnesses mind. It hadn't really been hard to track them down, the muggles kept a register of all their citizens and just a first name was close to enough to find whoever you needed. That was how he'd found their addresses anyways. It had been easy to pretend to be from the government or somewhere else important and get access to their houses and change those foolish people's memory. Muggles where below him and he'd been disturbed just by having to follow their ridiculous laws. He huffed and lifted his chin, when he noticed the guard's eyes on him.
How dared they put a Malfoy in prison. Not that their prison was anything compared to Azkaban, but it was still a disgrace. Malfoys didn't get caught. He still had no idea why his son would rob a muggle bank. It wasn't like Draco didn't get whatever he wanted most of the time and when the dark lord would rise again there would surely be true justice. Lucius was surprised the Dark lord hadn't risen yet, the prophet about his destiny had turned out to be rubbish, because no magical child had been born in that timeframe. The dark lord had fallen when he'd fought the stupid Potter family, who had had the nerve to defy him, but he had taken the fools with him into the grave. The Dark lord was still weak, but he had none the less survived. The man wasn't as glorious as he had been back in the days, but he still had visions which Lucius strongly supported, even though they had cost him his wife's life.
Narcissas death had taken hard on him and especially Draco. Draco hadn't been more than 5, when he had lost his mother to the battle against the so called order of phoenix. Lucius had revenged her though. Taking that blood traitors life before he could knock up his wife again and make even more disgusting Weasley kids. If there was one thing Lucius hated almost as much as he hated muggles and muggleborns it was blood traitors. Those people had no honor, no grace and most of all they didn't understand how to be a wizard. Lucius fist clenched by his side, his right hand itching to take his wand and get the anger inside him out. That was why he had put his wand in his left pocket, he had an image to maintain he couldn't go around and kill muggles just for the sake of it… or at least not yet. When the dark lord rose again, he sure as hell could do as he pleased.
At the same time inside the room the older Malfoy was walking in front, Draco and Harry sat in silence. Harry wasn't sure how to continue. He had tried getting personal and sure it had worked for a short while, but in the end it had been hopeless. Draco's face was blank, his eyes was glassy and not focused on the streets they were actually watching. Harry sighed and stood up. This caught Draco's attention and the glossy film in front of his eyes disappeared as he also stood up, assuming their meeting was over. "Draco." Harry said, sighing once more. "if youre rebelling your father, why are you still doing as he says?" Draco's eyes widened, the grey in his eyes turning almost silver, but that had to be Harrys mind playing tricks on him. Eyes didn't just change color. Harry watched the other man's face, as emotions moved over it like a wave. Draco sighed and sat down again, fiddling with his hands, before he looked up at Harry. "tell my father and youre death Potter." Harry chuckled and sat back down, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at Draco waiting for him to continue.
Draco took a deep breath. "I robbed that bank." Draco shrugged and stood up. " Now I'd like to go back to my cell." Harrys jaw dropped, but he nodded none the less. "Of course Draco. I will ask the officer to lead you back. If you have anything you want to talk about, just tell him and I'll come by okay?" Draco sent him an almost smile, as he nodded. "Potter. Don't piss my father off too bad. He got a temper." Harry chuckled. "It seems to humor you when I do it though." Draco shrugged, before he opened the door and left the room, Harry following shortly after.
Harry didn't in particular looked forward to his talk with the older Malfoy, but he had no choice. He had talked to the guard about Draco, before him and the older Malfoy had entered the room Harry himself had just exited minutes before. Lucius Malfoy and Draco had absolutely nothing else than their looks in common. Where Draco was rather rude, Mister Malfoy were demanding and annoying. Harry sighed as he listened to the other male listing reasons for his son to be let out and why it wasn't a proper way to treat a Malfoy. He also ranted about doubting Harrys methods, which honestly pissed Harry off. Draco wasn't a child and mister Malfoy treated him like one. As far as Harry knew him and Draco were the same age, 25. Why did a 25 year old follow his father's commands? Harry probably wouldn't get it out of Draco, but that didn't mean he couldn't piss the older Malfoy off by asking.
Harry interrupted Lucius ranting, just as the other male said. "Potter I demand some respect from you." Harry hummed. "Stop controlling Draco." The look of utter horror on the other man's face, made Harry smile. This expression would have humored Draco as well. Harry would surely tell Draco at their next meeting. He shook his head, what was he doing thinking about Draco now anyways. He raised an eyebrow when the Malfoy senior seemed lost for words. "I'm sorry, but how dare you question my authority over my own son?" Harry could literally feel the man's eyes bore holes into his skull, when he said those words. Harry just smiled. "This conversation isn't about you and your needs mister Malfoy. It's about Draco. He doesn't seem to have any desire to go with you home, so I suggest you just let him deal with this situation himself. He is an adult after all." At this Lucius huffed and stood up. "Mister Potter expect to be taken off my son's case." Harry just chuckled at this. "Noone else wants the case. If you did that it'd be like shooting yourself in the foot." Harry got up and put his hand out. "have a nice day mister Malfoy. I'll make sure to tell you the time of Draco's meeting with the court. Now if you'd let me do my job and Draco live his own life that would be splendid." Lucius glanced at Harrys hand and huffed as he turned on his heel, leaving the room. Harry sat back down and leaned back in the chair. That hadn't been special professional of him, but rules were made to be broken. He furrowed his brows. Some of them at least. He was surprised Draco had actually admitted to the crime. Who would have known.
Harry used the most of his weekend reading up on his cases. As a lawyer nothing was considered free time. Not that Harry really minded, he was married to his job. He grew up with his uncle and aunt's expectations of him doing well and making them proud and that was what drove him to work harder than anyone else. He wanted them to be proud of him. On the other hand, Harry wasn't much of a people person. He knew how to observe and read others, but when it came to actually interacting with others he was mostly lost. Dudley had always been a ladies' man or at least he was compared to Harry. Harry had no experience with girls or dating for the matter and it had never really bothered him, though he had been jealous at times watching his cousin bring girls out on dates and come home with them at night. Harry had of course explored his sexuality and romantic preferences when he was a teen, not that it had really been much. It had mostly just consisted of an unreturned crush on a senior in his university. Harry now doubted it'd been an actually crush. He was pretty sure it was just admiration. She had been brilliant after all and Harry had when he was younger, wanted to be just like that woman. To achieve what she had he had to work hard and that meant he had no time to socialize or date.
Harry leaned back in his chair as he read through some notes, wondering if any of his clients had actually imagined they'd end up where they were now. He wondered if Kate Milton had expected to be charged for murdering her own husband or if Sander Doodle had expected to be brutally murdered by his best friend over a girl. Most of all Harry wondered why Draco had chosen to rob a bank. There was no doubt it had been a choice. Draco stayed a mystery, which was probably how the male liked it. most of his cases where simple, due to the fact that the clients worked with him, but Draco intrigued him. He admitted robbing the bank, but didn't give Harry anything to defend him with. What kind of man would do that? Either a really foolish one or a brave one… Draco didn't strike Harry as foolish, but why would he even rob a bank? It made no sense, especially not after Harry had checked the Malfoys financing. They really were loaded.
Draco didn't send after him, but Harry had to talk to him. Which was why he Monday afternoon stood in the visiting hall, waiting for the officer to get Draco. Harry had been in court twice that day and he was honestly exhausted, but he couldn't get it out of his mind. Why had Draco robbed the bank? He had to at least ask Draco, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn't get a response. Draco looked thinner than he had just two days ago and Harry squinted his eyes as he let them slide over Draco's smaller frame. Draco raised an eyebrow. "When youre done checking me out Potter, I'd like you to cut to the case." Harry almost squeaked, he was so used to Draco's silence that he hadn't expected the other male to speak. Harry coughed and gestured towards the chair in front of him. Draco sat down and Harry dismissed the guard who seemed relived, Draco had probably intimidated him. Draco scuffed. "If you don't mind hurrying up Potter- I'd like to get back to…-"Draco shut his mouth, realizing he'd said too much, crimson red spreading on his usually pale face. Harry tilted his head. "get back to…?" Draco huffed. "None of your business Potter. What do you want?" Harry chuckled. "I had a nice talk with your father." Draco rolled his eyes, but kept quite waiting for Harry to continue. "His reactions would have humored you. He isn't the reason I'm here though." Harry paused as he noticed Draco was obvious distracted as he kept glancing towards the door leading back to the prison. "Draco?" Draco huffed "Just fucking hurry up Potter. I have an appointment" Harry squinted his eyes as he reached a hand over, placing it on Draco's hand on the table. Draco flinched and visible struggled not to pull his hand away, a sneer on his face. "Is someone hurting you?" Harry didn't know why just voicing the possibility made him grimace. Draco sighed, his voice was small, when he glanced up at Harry. "Potter… Just fucking hurry." Harry sighed and squeezes Draco's hand, before he nodded. "Why did you rob the bank?" Draco let out a breath apparently relived Harry had dropped the earlier topic. "I'll tell you tomorrow okay? Just let me go back before…" Draco paused and rubbed the back of his neck. "Please?" he muttered, looking small and vulnerable, making Harry want to tug the male into his chest and keep him there until he knew he was safe. Harry shook his head at the ridiculous idea and smiled. "of course Draco." Draco seemed relieved, when Harry called the guard back in and let him lead Draco back to the prison. Harry wondered what had made the other male so nervous.