Ron stared between them very confused. "What's a computer?" Ron asked.

"Harry... how long have you had a computer?" Hermione asked.

"I'm still learning how to use it myself. You know technology spreading like wildfire in the muggle world and you have to admit if it's getting that advanced it's not going to take long for them to put cameras everywhere. Then how long before wizards are found out?" Harry asked. He turned to Draco cautiously. "Wh-What did the... Google wizard tell you, exactly?"

Draco grabbed the book he'd been studying from the kitchen. "Have you heard about Capitalism?"

"Oh my god." Hermione placed her face in one hand.

"This is a university book, Granger. You too had wizarding education, or are you telling me you completed university before starting at Hogwarts?" Draco argued and Hermione took a deep breath and looked up giving him an unconvincing smile and her attention. The same look she put on when Mr. Weasley went into a sermon with regards to the functionality of a metallic vs a ceramic egg-cup two months ago.

"What's university?" Ron asked but they ignored him.

"You're going to destroy the Davis family with... capitalism?" Harry had to be the one to ask, concerned, as he was the one who gave Draco access to the muggle world's knowledge. And to be fair the word was a bit big to him. It wasn't exactly something that they teach in primary.

"Correct. Davis fabrics are expensive and have to be custom sewn for the specific wizard, it links to the wizard so no one else can use it for long before the fabric and spells eventually degrade."

"Sure... but other clothes aren't really that much more affordable either. Everything needs to get tailored. Or you use something given from other family members." Ron said.

"Now picture a world, where you can get ten different shirts that fit perfectly for a fraction of the cost of a single Davis shirt." Draco said.

"Yeah, that'll be the day." Ron interrupted. "Magical fabric is expensive. The Davis have a monopoly of cotton nymphs, remember?" Draco opened up his ring-bound notebook showing them some boxes and nicely organised data. "Is that... a business plan?" He said slowly.

"I'm surprised you know what that is." Draco argued and Ron rolled his eyes, snatching the notebook.

"I saw enough of these from Fred and George to know what they are." Ron argued reading the paper. "Really? You actually think you can make this much within a year?"

"And even less with more money." Draco argued. "Which is why I invented this." He took out a regular ball-point pen. To his surprise Hermione didn't take a deep breath like she would have at Arthur Weasley's nonsense. Instead, she reached out and looked at the pen.

"Is this plastic?" She asked.

"Unbreakable glass." Draco countered. Hermione looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I call it re-branding. Muggle stuff is still problematic." He shrugged. Hermione turned to Harry and began writing with it. It wrote smoothly, unlike a regular muggle pen, and it had the same satisfying scratching sound that a quill would have as it wrote on the parchment. The ink was dark and rich. "It's also refillable, but unlike a quill, it lasts a month or more."

"We have self-inking quills though." She said.

"Ah, but where is the magic stored for those? In the feathers. And if you throw it in your bag and the feather snaps, then your quill becomes just a regular, if broken, quill." Draco said. "This unbreakable glass pen will simplify our writing needs. It removes the need for an ink pot getting dragged around and spilling. The heaviest charm is the self-inking one, so I was able to insert all the other charms, spelling and readability." Draco finished his presentation and Harry didn't know what to say, he also noticed that Hermione had barely restrained amazement in her face, and a little embarrassment.

"That's genius!" Ron was the one to cheer with excitement as he tried it himself. "It feels just like a quill too, maybe a little smoother." He said and Harry watched him with fascination. Ron hated the pens he offered him, but suddenly Draco assembles his own with wizard ink and all complaints are out the window?

Harry stared at the book Draco had been studying titled Capitalism. "I still don't understand... but how much do you need?" All three turned to him in shock.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked. "I don't want your money, Potter." He clarified.

"Just his genetics." Ron couldn't resist and Draco narrowed his eyes at him, though the fake, innocent look on Ron's face and the chuckle he barely tried to conceal had no malice. With the harmless banter, just like that, Draco graduated from enemy, to acquaintance, to friend.

"It's fine if you don't want it, but it wouldn't be a gift, it would be an investment." Harry said. "Last time I put money in a new business I made a significant amount of money." Reminding them that he did make money from the business that Fred and George founded. Draco sat up straighter at that.

"I thought you swore to curse Fred and George if they tried to give it back." Hermione said looking at Ron for an explanation but Ron looked intently at the new wizard pen, testing it out and pretending he hadn't heard the question.

"Fred and George... well turns out after the war the goblins changed some rule allowing something Fred and George had requested when they first started Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes." Harry said frustrated. That meant he suddenly got a backdated lump of gold a few months after the war ended and every three months ever since. He'd tried to curse George as promised if he didn't take the money back but George always saw him coming, dodged, and refused the return of gold.

"Are you trying to get our brilliant business shut down by the Goblins? You know how strictly they regulate where businesses get their money." He would say.

The truth was that Harry found out months after it happened, since he was mourning for a long time and dealing with the aftermath of the war. When he finally got the willpower to even visit Gringotts and got the notification he challenged it straight away. The Goblins did not indeed follow those principles, they didn't care and didn't ask where money or objects came from. As long as their bank wasn't getting robbed the items were logged but never regulated by them.

Harry was convinced they were just trying to do things to spite Harry without breaking their oaths after he succeeded in breaking in and out of Gringotts. For George, it had brought a spark back into his eyes when he remembered the request he and Fred made together years before. Harry gave up eventually.

"So how about it?" Harry asked feeling a smirk creeping into his face as Draco's challenging glare riled him up with excitement.

"Let's talk terms." At that moment Harry realised that he found Draco very attractive when he talked business.

oOoOoOo

Ron and Hermione looked at each other as they saw the way Harry and Malfoy spoke to each other, trying to beat each other in whatever negotiation they were currently doing. The rivalry was still alive and well, but it seemed to have transformed into something else. They tried to outcompete the other on giving the other a more beneficial return on the exchange.

The conversation went on discussing Draco's surprisingly well thought out vengeance. Hermione had to admit she wasn't sure she wouldn't have killed him if the same had been done to Harry. Instead, Malfoy wanted to bankrupt the entire family and keep Davis alive to suffer the consequences of crossing him. The day had come when she had to admit that Draco Malfoy might just have grown into a better person than she was.

Once they were back home, Hermione looked at Ron. "I think you're going to have to tell Ginny to step back." Hermione said and Ron groaned.

"Yes... yes, obviously."

"Also... you're going to have to tell Jenkins." Hermione said. Ron took a deep breath.

"Yes... I know that too." In case Ron ever felt that guardian pull taking him to Malfoy's side again. She sat down going over the notes once more when Ron came to get her attention. "Hermione, listen to this." He was holding a letter he'd just opened. She shuddered as she caught the scent from it.

"From Davis?" She hissed.

"How can you tell?"

"It reeks of his perfume." She shuddered. "Just read it."

"Dear mister Weasley,

I've heard great things from you from Auror Jenkins and would like to invite you to my current residence for tea this coming Friday.

Oh, no. I don't think so. I'm just going to put that right back down and pretend I never read it." Ron put the letter away and Hermione took it from him.

"Isn't this good though? You could go into the house, maybe see what it's like inside, stake out the place, check how many workers, what the security is like?"

"Ok, first thing's first, since when do you give me my assignments? Jenkins? Did you Polyjuice into my girlfriend?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Secondly, we don't know if this guy could maybe pickup on the fact that I'm Draco-I mean-Malfoy's-"

"For Merlin's sake just say his name already – you're driving me crazy with that new habit."

"Fine. He might realise that I'm Draco's guardian and thirdly, absolutely not. I don't want to accidentally end up lured as his next brood-mare like Draco so delicately puts it." They paused and the silence settled between them and both grimaced with disgust. "Merlin, this guy is a piece of work. Fine... but I speak to Jenkins first, I'm not going in there without getting protection."

"Of course, I'm this close to murdering this man and ruining everyone's plans." She said.

"Your fingers are touching." Ron argued.

She gave him a peck on the lips.

"I have to be up early tomorrow. And you need to speak to Ginny. So, goodnight." She turned and went to the bedroom, settling down for bed.

oOoOoOo

Ron took a deep breath looking at the letter and put it down, washing his hands off the perfume, disgusted with the lingering smell. He returned to the fireplace, travelling to his childhood home.

As expected, Ginny was still up, reading the Daily Prophet. The ones with Davis or Draco on the cover. Ron felt his defensiveness flare and took a deep breath to redirect the guardianship bond to avoid starting a shouting match with his sister when his parents were very likely already asleep upstairs.

"Ginny, we have to talk."

Ginny didn't look at him as she passed another page. "Man, Malfoy really has bad taste in men." She said flat out. "Bit of a creep this guy." She turned to him seeing him just standing there. "What's wrong?"

"Why do you even have a copy of that? Didn't mother burn them to protect our innocent minds?" Ron asked sitting near his sister.

"This is my copy." That didn't help Ron hold back yelling and he actually had to put his teeth over his tongue to stop himself. "Are you ok?" She asked. "I didn't keep them if that's what you mean. I just cleaned up my room today that's all and pulled them out of some box in the corner." She rolled and placed it down. "Also don't be a prude, if the main character in this gossip wasn't some spoilt little shit I'd grown up with it probably would make for a decent salacious romance book."

"Ew." Was all Ron could manage before clearing his throat. "Ginny, we have to talk." He repeated. She looked at him confused and then worried.

"Is Harry, ok?" She asked.

"You almost threw Draco into a wall and you're asking about Harry?" He snapped but held himself back from all out yelling.

"I mean it should have left him winded and I was startled – he's fine though. You jumped in just in time to save my neck." Ginny said.

"No, Ginny. You could have gotten in serious trouble if I hadn't saved Draco in time." Ron said. "And Harry would have never forgiven you."

She scoffed. "Why? One bump on the head at worst, Harry almost killed him in sixth year."

"I hope you're not going around saying that story either." Ron growled, defensiveness for Harry now flowering.

"Of course not. I only say it because you know it and you're his best friend. Come on, Ron. I love Harry." She huffed with a frown.

He stared at her for a long time. "Are you seriously not sorry?"

She took a deep breath and Ron noticed her hands starting to shake. "Of course, I am. I'll apologise to Malfoy." She said. "Though you still haven't told me what the heck he's doing in Harry's place. Or why you're on a first-name basis with him. What's going on?"

Ron looked at her for a long time. "He's clearly ashamed and staying somewhere that creep can't find him. Probably waiting for him to leave the country." He shrugged covering the full truth to satisfy her curiosity. "And Harry is very invested in helping him. You know how he gets when he finds someone to help."

"Merlin... I wish he'd stop that. Someday he's going to bump into someone who'll take advantage of him." She said, her worry for Harry genuine."Who knows, maybe Malfoy is that person."

"Ginny, I don't think you should try and get back together with him." The moment he said it the room seemed to get colder and she looked up at him with shock.

"You're joking right?"

"No, Ginny, I'm not. I think Harry's started being interested in someone else."

"If he's only just started then I have a chance. There's no way some random person can make Harry forget everything he and I have been through. We were going to get married, Ron."

"Until you ruined it."

"Damnit, Ron. I'm going to apologise to Harry for that. I'm really sorry. I never wanted to hurt Harry like that." She said and sighed. "No, I don't care what you've said. I'll apologise and we'll get back together. We were in love before I messed up. A new person can't just erase that." She smiled with complete belief in her eyes.

Ron reached out and held her hand but she, like a true sister pulled back her hand with mock disgust. "Ginny, listen to me... if you try this you're going to get hurt."

"I'm a grown woman, Ron, capable of deciding for myself." She stood up, heading for the stairs. "Goodnight, brother." She said.

Ron sighed and felt a headache coming along. He needed to go back home and sleep.

oOoOoOo

Harry went up the stairs with Draco, both of them tired.

"Thanks for the clothes." Draco said and Harry smiled warmly.

"You're welcome." He said. "Are you going to tell me how long you've been working on that pen idea?" Harry was very impressed. He tried to think back to their school days to see if he'd ever seen Draco interested in creating his own inventions, or even starting his own business, the way Fred and George had done. But nothing came to mind.

"A week or so. The charms are very simple, and after I learned the science behind a ball-point pen I realised I could take advantage of muggle manufacturing." Harry blinked as Draco spoke more and more with bigger words, he himself wasn't fully familiar with.

"What would your father say when you open a business using muggle-made parts?" He asked. Draco paused and stared into the distance.

"He can choke on his disappointment for all I care." There was a venom there and Harry reached out to hold his hand.

"Hey..."

"It was his job to research anyone he recommended to me, Potter." Draco said, barely above a whisper. "How could he possibly give me to these people?"

"Draco... even Lucius Malfoy wouldn't stoop that low."

"You're defending him now?" Draco asked.

"I know how much you respect your father."

"I was trained to act respectfully towards him. That isn't the same as respecting him. If I respected him, I would have stayed and let him decide for me what to do." Draco argued. "I hate him." He looked away as he said it, hurt in his eyes.

"You don't mean that." Harry said softly. Draco's eyes glistened with unshed tears and he went into his room.

"Good night, Harry." Draco said, saying his name for the first time. It made Harry want to reach out to hold his hand once more.

But he couldn't. He couldn't take advantage of Draco's vulnerable state. If he did, he'd be no better than Davis.

"Good night, Draco." He said maybe too softly because Draco paused, looking at him directly, a question lingering in his eyes as he opened his mouth to probably ask. In the end he looked away and closed the door behind him.

Harry stared at the closed door wanting to reach out and open it, wanting to pull Draco into his arms and explore this new attraction that pulled him more and more towards the blonde. Instead he clenched his hands into fists, going into his own room.