"You want me to submit to questioning under Veritaserum as part of the investigation against my wouldbe assassin? To what end exactly Potter?" To prove that I didn't plan an attack on myself, my young son and your best friend, the literal Golden Girl?" Draco stood in the entryway of his flat, casting a baleful glare at Harry Potter. "I notice your partner isn't here this morning. What does Theo think of this absolute thestral shite?"
Just at that moment, the door to Hermione's flat opened and she stared at Harry across the landing. "Harry? What are you doing here?"
"Trying to rule out Malfoy's involvement in yesterday, but he's not being cooperative."
"Draco, do you have a solicitor?"
"Of course," Draco crossed his arms.
"One that doesn't also represent your father?" Hermione pressed.
"Yes, I had to hire a personal solicitor to handle the divorce and Scorpius' inheritance documents." Draco stated, "Father wanted me to disinherit Scorp and not divorce Astoria so the family solicitors wouldn't work with me."
"Go inside and floo call them now." Draco looked at her with considering eyes, then nodded and closed his door behind him when he went inside.
Hermione walked to her erstwhile best friend and poked him hard in the chest, "Do you have no common sense, Harry James Potter? Draco and his son were the victims of a heinous attack. They are lucky to be alive. You can't treat the victim like a perpetrator."
Harry ran his hands through his hair. "Noone really believes that Malfoy cares what happens to his squib son."
"Be careful Harry," Hermione snarled. "You are getting very close to discovering how good my right hook actually is."