The next day Harry sat opposite Draco once again. The other male looked rather tired, but else he seemed just fine. Harry smiled softly at him, waiting for Draco to start talking. Draco sighed, his strong mask slowly disappearing. "I robbed a bank to get money to children homes. I robbed that exact bank because my dad has connections there. I wanted to piss him off and show him, that I'm not like him" He looked down fiddling with his fingers. "I'm guilty so why are you still here?" Harry chuckled. "The bank got its money back. "Draco nodded. "Therefore I see no reason for you to be prosecuted. I mean, you won't do it again right?" Draco smiled softly. "I won't-"
They were silent for some time. Harry didn't quite understand why he wasn't actually going to prosecute Draco, when he knew he was guilty. He sighed. He felt for the other male. It was obvious to Harry now that Draco needed this. He needed to rebel against his father. He needed Harry to help him to show that Draco could manage his own life. Harry was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that Draco was looking at him. Draco was watching Harry's expression go from a frown to a soft smile, making Draco smile softly as well. Harry lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting Draco's. He had almost forgotten Draco was there. He sent Draco a soft smile and reached over to squeeze Draco's hand, which lay on the table. He didn't know why, it just felt natural. Harry hummed. Maybe it was time to go, not that he really wanted to, but Draco probably had things to do and Harry was taking up the others time. When Harry started getting up Draco grabbed his wrist, Harry blinked and looked down at the other male. "Uhm Harry?" Harry blinked and nodded as he glanced at Draco's fiddling hands.
Draco sighed and looked at his hands. "Why are you so nice to me, Potter?" Harry chuckled at the others words, shrugging a little. "why wouldn't I be?" Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm a criminal and my father would probably kill you." Harry laughed and reached over to affectionate ruffle the blondes hair. "I guess I feel like you need someone to care for you." Harry hummed and Draco made a face. "Youre an idiot Potter." Harry just smiled. "Well... youre the one whose father cares more about his image than his sons wellbeing. I mean- have he even visited you while you were in prison Draco?" Draco looked away, a frown appearing on his face when Harry turned his face towards himself again by placing his hand on Draco's cheek. "You treat me like a kid, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes. "Youre allowed to call me Harry you know. And for the record I treat you like a friend. Sorry if I make you uncomfortable, I'm not really good at all the social stuff." Draco chuckled. "I've noticed. You don't seem to get how pissed you make my father." Harry laughs. "someone have to get him off his high horse."
Harry noticed a while later, that he was late for a meeting with another client. The time had passed by faster than he thought possible. Him and Draco had just talked. Honestly Harry was surprised the younger Malfoy had that much to say. But he was mostly surprised that the two of them had actually succeeded having a proper conversation, sure there had been silence, but it hadn't been like their earlier meetings. Draco seemed to understand Harry or maybe he was just really good at pretending, but at least he tried. Harry had actually enjoyed himself, it turned out Draco wasn't as terrible rude as Harry had first assumed.
Harry stood up, smiling as he looked at the other male. "I have to go- I have a meeting with another client, but if there's anything, you can tell me." Draco nodded, looking rather dejected at first, but the mask quickly came back on. "Let's talk about what to do in court tomorrow Draco." Draco nodded, humming softly as he got up. "see you tomorrow." Harry sent draco one last gaze, before he knocked on the door to indicate they were done and the guards could get in. Harry couldn't leave the room, because his next meeting was in said room. Harry smiled as he watched Draco get up, the other male glanced his way before he left with the guard. Harry didn't know why he was already looking forward to their meeting tomorrow. Draco was just another client, but there was something about him… something which felt different.
That night Harry sat at his desk, glancing out the window and over the city. The light from the windows, fought the darkness and Harry could keep an eye on the time by watching them slowly disappear one by one. He hummed to himself, his thoughts drifting off towards his current cases. He had just the day before gotten the case with Sander Doodle closed. The so called best friend of his had gotten life time in prison. Harry knew the man was guilty so it only seemed fair, even if Sander Doodles girlfriend was pregnant with the sentenced's child. Harry rubbed the back of his neck. If he had been another person, he could have been Sander Doodle or the best friend. They were about the same age anyways.
Harry sighed. He actually wanted a family, but he knew that right now it was pretty unrealistic, due to the fact that he hadn't even as much as laid a hand on a woman in years. Okay, he had comforted Kate Milton, when she had cried about being falsely accused, which it had also turned out she was. Harry shook his head. It turned out her brother had done it. Like really, why would family ruin each other's lives. Kate had stated, that Mr. Milton had been abusive when he was drunk, but he barely drank anymore, so her brother really didn't have any background for killing the man. Harry hummed and read through the notes of his latest case. He had a meeting with the prosecuted after lunch tomorrow and he would like to be prepared. Harry glanced out the window again, smiling softly. He wondered if there would ever be a quite as fucked up case as Draco's.
By the thought of Draco Harry found himself thinking back on their conversation earlier that day. Draco was guilty and Harry wasn't going to make that known. He still didn't understand it himself. Draco had asked him why he was so nice to him and Harry honestly didn't know. He had never before gone against what the law said, but he wanted Draco freed, almost as much as Lucius Malfoy did. Harry made a face at that thought, rolling his eyes. This was stupid, he had already finished preparing for tomorrow's meeting with Draco, but couldn't seem to concentrate about his other cases. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, gaze landing on the papers on his desk. He sipped from the cup beside him, scrunching up his face at the taste of almost cold coffee. He truly didn't like that stuff, but hadn't found other ways to stay awake.
He yawned a little and started reading. Molly Temper, 42 years old, prosecuted for financial fraud. Apparently she had blackmailed her husband's secretary, by first seducing her and then claiming she had a sexrecord of the two of them, which the secretary's man would see. Harry shook his head. Molly Temper really sounded like a bitch, not like Draco. Harry frowned. Okay, this was getting too weird, he was probably too tired. He sighed and sent his papers a last glance. He just had to improvise. He stretched as he stood up, covering his mouth with his hand, as he yawned. Time to sleep.
The next day Harry met Draco first thing in the morning. The other male looked drained and tired. Harry furrowed his brows. It seemed like Draco had gotten skinnier. Draco sent him a halfhearted smile, before his eyes darted to his own hands in his lap. Harry didn't understand Draco's behavior. Just the day before, they had been chatting so animatedly, that they had seemed like old friends – or at least what Harry figured old friends would act like. Harry knew he had to tell Draco the details anyways. He sighed. "So your case goes into court in 3 days. I've prepared some arguments for releasing you and you pretty much just have to sit there and wait. "He smiled softly, when Draco glanced at him. "I will say that the witnesses have no ground. You have an alibi and no one can clearly state that you robed the bank, plus whoever did it returned the money and therefore you shouldn't be harmed by a case which is basically nothing." Draco nodded, seemingly deep in thought. Harry furrowed his brows, reaching over to poke Draco's cheek. "are you okay?" Harry had noticed that lately, the older Malfoy didn't even acknowledge Draco's existents, because he wasn't even there. "Is it something with your father." Draco just shook his head, eyes darting back and forth around the room, not meeting Harrys. "Is there anything I can do?" Draco glanced up at this, Harry figured the worry had been too visible in his voice and he cursed himself for not being better at controlling his own emotions. He noticed Draco placed his hands on the table and reached over to place his own hand on top of Draco's. "You know you can trust me Draco." Draco nodded, biting his lip. "I-it's just difficult." Draco muttered, Harry smiling softly at him. "Does it have something to do with your sudden weight loss?" Draco lowered his gaze, seemingly ashamed as he nodded.
"I-I…" He paused and seemed to struggle with his next words. "Ca-an prisoner get their sentences made longer?" Harry squinted his eyes, not understanding where Draco was going, though he didn't like the sound of it. Now he was truly glad he had actually asked. "Of course they can. Did someone hurt you?" Draco visible grew smaller in his chair, gulping as he nodded, not looking at Harry. This made Harry clench his fist, which wasn't on top of Draco's hand. He gently squeezed it. Someone had hurt Draco. He didn't know why it made him angry, but it did. Why were people such jerks really. Harry sighed. This was why he didn't socialize. Okay, maybe that wasn't the reason, but now he was certain it'd been a good thing. Draco's eyes moved back and forth, visible avoiding Harry. Harry didn't know when he and Draco had gone from not even talking to actually kind of trusting each other, but he found himself liking the change. He gently reached over to place his other hand on top of Draco's as well "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Do you want to talk about it?" Draco shook his head, looking rather ashamed after just haven admitted that he was hurt. He didn't look at Harry and kept his gaze on their hands.
Harry smiled softly as he watched Draco. "We can prosecute them together if you want" Draco shook his head. "It's okay. It's probably my own fault." Harry squinted his eyes at the blonde's words, but didn't say anything else, as he just smiled at Draco, wanting to make the other male feel better.