Hello people! (if there actually are any of you there). As you may or may not know, the 1th of May is a holiday in Sweden, and the 2nd is a "Squeeze-day" (an extra, free day 'cuz otherwise it'll be a single school day then weekend.) I've been a bit carefree and spent the entire holiday plus Saturday with my friends (from 6pm to 6am, every day) and I had two national tests earlier this week, so it took quite while before this was finished, but now it's here :)

Chapter III

"Morning Malfoy." an unusual chirpy voice greeted Draco as he sat in his cell. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, then added ten more just for safety, but alas, the Potter remained on the other side. He growled in annoyance.

"Seriously Potter, shouldn't I have scared you off by now? Why do you insist on being a pain?"

Harry just shrugged and smiled. "As I told you, you're my new assignment. If I have to drive you nuts to get what I want, be that as it may be."

He turned away from the prisoner and started digging in his pocket. After a second or two his face lit up in triumph and he proudly pulled out a rather small, neon green plastic package. It wasn't very big, but big enough to tell that he had an expanding charm on his pocket.

"What the fuck is that?" Draco asked, his eyes watching the offending object with disgust over the not-so tasteful colouring.

"Oh, just you wait and see." Harry said with a knowing smirk. He placed the little package on the floor and seemed to fiddle a bit with it, but Draco couldn't see what he did. Draco's eyes grew large as the thing quickly gained size, and within a minute a large, bulky chair stood before him, it's bright colour sticking in his eyes. He turned to Harry in surprise.

"What the fuck was that? You are not supposed to be able to use magic within the walls of Azkaban." Draco looked confused, with a hint of anger, as if Harry suddenly had decided defy gravity and actually had managed to do so.

Harry laughed out and sent the Malfoy amused glance trough dark bangs. "Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. Don't tell me you've never seen inflatable furniture before. No magic needed, just push on the little button and it fills itself up with air. Then that's left to do is to sit down and relax." which was exactly what Harry did, he flung himself in the chair, which almost fell over at the sudden weight, but somehow managed to stay up.

At the words 'no magic' Draco's faced had formed a sneer, and his look held twice the amount of disgust. "It is a muggle devise, is it not? Only they would dream of creating something as stupid as this, much less actually do it and in such a hideous material."

"Oh shut up Malfoy." Harry sulked. He had been quite proud of his idea, and it was actually a good way of not having to stand, or sit, on the floor. "At least I didn't bring a beanbag."

If there had been a mirror in his cell, Draco would have been quite pissed with himself over how many times he had let his rival see his confused face, a number to which he had just added one more.

"…why in the name of Merlin would you bring a bag of beans to a prison?"

Once again Harry nearly toppled over in his chair laughing. Draco could swear he even saw a few tears and barely resisted the urge to cross his arms and pout like a five year old.

"Oh Malfoy, you're really something, ya'know?"

"Laughing at other's unawareness. How very noble of you Potter." Draco bit back, trying to get the other's Gryffindor side to act up against the insult, but failing nonetheless.

"Why thank you Malfoy, I do try." Harry replied cheerily.

Draco quirked a brow at the strange reaction and narrowed his eyes at Potter. "Have someone slipped you cheering-up potion or are you simply abnormally jovial today? You remind me of the giggling girls of Hogwarts."

Harry glared at Malfoy for a second, thus making the other feel much more comfortable and almost slumping back in his chair. Draco had long since come to term with that there was not much to be jolly about in prison, so when times came for him to feel like a winner, he grabbed them. His good mood diminished quickly however, as Harry's face lit up once again after only a few seconds.

"Ha ha, very funny. It just happens to be that way Malfoy, that I've just heard some great news. Ron and Hermione are getting married in November, and not even you can soil my good mood."

Draco gave out a rough, almost bitter laugh. "Weasel and Granger? How perfect, mudblood and mugglelover. Within ten years they will have their own little herd of snot-nosed fireheads, all dressed in second hand socks and whatnot. Why are you even telling me this? It's not as if I care in the slightest."

Slightly peeved about the way Malfoy had talked about his friends, yet used to it after enduring it for over ten years, Harry felt a need to at least stick out his tongue at Draco and point out that, unlike Malfoy, his two friends were moving in the world, politically, economically and personally. Hermione was working her way up along the ladder of the department of Magical Law Enforcement, and with her good head and strong will it was only a matter of time before she would become Head of Department. Ron was also on the move, working as an Auror, but with his eyes on a position as a unspeakable. Needless to say, they were both bringing in quite a lot of money.

"Well, you asked, didn't you? Besides, since you obviously don't feel like talking and I have no desire of sitting here waiting for the grass to grow every Friday, I've decided that we'll be talking. Well, I'll be anyway, can't exactly force you to. If I could, I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place. So what do you want to talk about?"

Harry leaned back in his green chair and locked eyes with Draco, waiting for a answer. When it came apparent for him that none would come, he tried threatening. "You know, I could continue on Ron and 'Mione. Or I could switch to Ginny, or Neville, or perhaps Luna…" he trailed of with a knowing smirk as the blonde man before him winced visibly.

"That won't be necessary. If you really feel the need to open your mouth that desperately, use it to talk about something that I would actually care to listen to. Such as my mother." Draco said the last part as his hand gave a dismissive wave, as if it wasn't really something he cared about. But Harry remembered his first visit with the impersonated Malfoy and knew that he was worried about his mother. Harry's face grew serious as he leaned forward, closer to the bars.

"Physically, she's well. Even though she's far from liked among the Departments, the Malfoys still got many important friends, as I'm sure you know. Besides, it a question of ethics. You do not beat nor starve a woman, especially one as frail looking as your mother, and she's still just a suspect. Mentally, I think she's completely fine, but I've never known her. When I talk to her she's calm and respectful, she even smiles sometimes, but she behaves differently with different people. Some people she just stares at until they leave, Petersen at the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office almost had a heart attack I heard."

Malfoy nodded occasionally as Harry spoke, even smirking approvingly as he heard of Petersen. "My mother seems to be fine. She is an excellent judge of character, she doesn't give her respect to those undeserving of it." he sneered practically teasingly at Harry as he continued. "But it seems she has made a mistake when it comes to you." then his face grew serious once again, and his forehead created a small crease. "But what I want to know is how her trial is proceeding."

Harry scratched the back of his head as his eyes left Malfoy's to face the wall, his cheeks colouring a little. "Well, eh, had this been just a normal hearing during a relatively peaceful time, my personal opinion is that the Wizengamot would have found the evidence against her lacking, but with her being who she is and the time being now, I think that many of those in the Wizengamot will vote oppose to their better judgement. Many of them have lost members of their family or somehow been hurt by the war and the Malfoys involvement in it. The risk of your mother facing imprisonment is probably very high. Her best chance lies with the temporary members Hermione appointed for the Hearings of the Second War. Wizards and witches from foreign countries, people who have heard of Voldemort and his attempts to take over Great Britain but have not heard of the Malfoys' or any other particular Death Eater's involvement. They are the closest to impartial she can provide."

Draco watched Harry witch wide eyes as he had finished talking. "Granger is trying to protect Death Eaters?" he asked shocked.

Harry snorted viciously and glared at Draco for even daring to suggest such a preposterous idea. "Of course not. Honestly Malfoy, she's a muggleborn, can you even imagine that? She doesn't fight for the Death Eaters, she fights for the justice and fairness of the Wizarding Juridical System. She stands up for those who cannot stand for themselves, that's just who she is. Ever heard of SPEW?"

"That crazy Free the Elves organization? Yeah, I have heard of it."

"Hermione is the founder of it. She founded it when we were in our fourth year."

"Seems like I finally found out what those buttons with SPEW printed on them were for. I always thought Peeves had sneaked up on people and fastened them on students without them noticing it. I found myself constantly checking my uniform for them." Draco joked half-heartedly. A pregnant pause took place as they both realised just what he had done. After a minute Harry broke it, smiling.

"Seems like you actually can crack a joke without insulting me or my friends. Who knew?"

"Don't read to much into it, Potter." Draco muttered and stubbornly locked his gaze on the wall. "Isn't it time for you to leave." the last part was more of an order than a question.

Harry chuckled and stood up, pressing on a new place on the chair, which immediately sank down on the floor in a small heap. Harry picked it up to fold it and stuck it into his pocket.

"Well then, see you next Friday." he gave Draco a short bow and turned to leave.

"Potter, wait a minute." Draco's voice reached his ears before he had even taken a step. He turned back and looked curiously at the Malfoy.

"Tell Granger…thank her from me. For what she has done for my mother." Draco seemed to have a hard time forming the right words, and Harry couldn't say that he didn't understand him, Ron would probably die by suffocating if he would ever try to apologize to a Malfoy, Harry almost chuckled out loud at the picture. Instead he gave Draco a nod, telling him that he would pass on the message.

Almost at the elevator, Draco's voice caught up with him again.

"And give her my condolences for her being about to marry the Weasel!"

Harry couldn't help but smile despite the rather obvious comment about his best friend. Who would have thought that visiting Draco Malfoy in the prison of Azkaban could turn out to be quite entertaining?

"Malfoy thanked me?!" Hermione sat down rather ungraciously in Harry's couch.

"Yup." Harry smiled teasingly as he stood before her with his hands in his jeans, looking quite casual, as needed when one were to join Hermione on a shopping trip in muggle London.

Hermione sat quiet for a moment, then looked Harry in the eyes. "He's changed, hasn't he?"

"I didn't notice at first, and I don't think he has realised it himself, but yeah, I think he's changed." Harry smiled softly, and looked out through the window where he could spot Ron by his car, swearing loudly and kicking on its tire.

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