The Fool's Errand

"Took you long enough, Potter," Draco Malfoy drawls. His immaculate shoes rest atop crumpled parchment and worn out quills. There are empty firewhisky bottles littered around it. The desk in fact is the only part of Malfoy Manor of which Harry could describe as messy. "I should report this to the Ministry. The Messiah of the Wizarding World can't even be punctual for a simple job."