"You have got to be kidding me," Harry sighed, looking across his desk.
Ron was shifting in his chair, "Look, mate, it wasn't my choice, it's just my job to let you know."
"Draco Malfoy. As in, like, the ex-Death Eater?" Harry only received a nod in return, "All right...send him in."
Ron nodded, standing to leave. When he was halfway out, he turned, "Hey, I think it's a good thing. You're probably the only one who could handle him, anyway."
Harry waved him off and leaned back in his chair, grabbing a notepad and pen from his desk. By the time he had flipped to a fresh page, he heard a knock on his door. Without looking up, he muttered the spell to open it, looking up absently to double-check that it was, in fact, Draco Malfoy standing outside his office.
"Get in here, Malfoy," he sighed, setting his notebook in his lap and leaning forward to grab the pile of paperwork and put it into an empty drawer in the filing cabinet behind him. When he turned back around, the blond was awkwardly standing, awaiting approval to sit.
Harry waved his hand to shut the door without word, and gestured to Draco's seat. "Go on, it won't bite you."
Draco sat, elegantly as possible, and Harry rolled his eyes.
"So, I suppose we'll be working together, then?"
Draco nodded without word, "You understand that I am the ranking officer? When it comes down to it, I'll be in charge, and I'll take repercussions for your mistakes. That being said, you won't have any mistakes. You also won't have to deal with me as an authoritative presence unless you go down a pathway that leads to one of those mistakes. I don't want to make this harder than it has to be. If we're going to be partners, then partners we will be. Equal work. Equal say. Unless, of course, you're somehow endangering us."
Draco nodded in response, "And please, stop with the mime act. We're going to be partners. You're going to have to speak to me."
"I apologize if you felt I was being rude," Draco recited.
Harry sighed, "That's not what I was trying to say… I just… Can we start over? I don't want us to go back to being school children bickering til the day's end. I get enough of that from Ginny, trust me."
"I apologize. I...I would appreciate that as well."
"Thank you. Then, I suppose we should get you more situated," Harry smiled tight.
He stood, leading Draco to the side door that would connect their offices.
"I suppose you know that this will be your office? Well, you can always come to mine, especially with any questions or concerns on our cases, alright? Scratch that. Especially if you are bringing coffee," Harry smiled, "Or you can just send me a message. I'm usually more responsive to face-to-face conversation, though."
Draco nodded, "All taken into account. Thank you for the leniency, Auror Potter, I know this must be terrible for you."
"It's no problem at all, and please don't call me Auror Potter. We're partners. I'm pretty sure Harry will be fine, but at least Potter."
"Alright, Potter, and Malfoy should suffice for me, as well."
"Okay, well, uhm, I'll send for you when I get our next case, then. Unless you want to help with paperwork?" Harry fished.
Draco quirked his lip, "I believe I'll get myself settled into the new space, first, thank you."
"Right," Harry sighed, "It was worth a shot. See ya, Malfoy."
Draco gave a nod in acknowledgment and began levitating boxes into his office. With that, Harry turned and left the room.
This was going to be interesting.