"Listen, Auror Potter, I can help you," the ditsy girl insisted.
"I highly doubt it. Would you excuse us?" he asked, firmly, and Sherrie stormed down another hall. Harry eyed the other employees, and Aiden motioned for him to follow. He led him into a small room with a massage table.
"And what's your name?" he asked, the guy, who wasn't pleased.
"Aiden Greenleaf."
Harry judged that he was telling the truth. So he decided to get the young adult to start talking. Harry knew that Aiden was definitely the type of person Malfoy would want, complete with a surly attitude. "So, how do you know Draco Malfoy?"
"Work. Malfoy comes on the first of every month at 1245 exactly to get his monthly massage. No frills or anything. Doesn't smile or make small talk, even when I... umm..." he broke off, eyeing Harry's Auror robes.
"Yes?" he prompted, sure that Aiden was about to admit to giving sexual services. Harry's heart beat faster as he realized the implications. Aiden was a guy. That was interesting. Was Malfoy... like him? Gay or... not straight? Harry recalled that Draco's mother had quickly offered him praise and support when he told her. She had done it immediately without batting an eye.
"What did you want to know?" Aiden said, nervously.
"How long has he been coming here?"
"Phh... longer than I've been here... so at least two years. I got him cause no one else likes him. He's still got the mark, and he's a bastard to boot."
"He was demeaning or insulting?" Harry asked, worried that Malfoy was abusive. Emotionally or physically.
Aiden rubbed his chin. "No, just... irritable and rude. I mean... he's kinda famous cause of you, but... he never talks about anything. It's just disappointing," Aiden said, sulking.
Harry gritted his teeth. Of course, this guy had no idea what Draco had been through, but still, he was the prick. Then he picked up on how much this guy wanted to... brag. Just like that Sherrie girl, he was a star-stroker. He wanted in on the action and was willing to talk. How he said before that Draco always comes on the first exactly at 1245. Aiden had said those words before. Maybe many times.
"I see. How long is Malfoy here, usually?"
"Hour massage, sometimes two if I don't have another appointment."
"Where does he go when he leaves?" Harry asked.
"Walks out the back entrance and Apparates away."
"Back entrance?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, some people use it to avoid being seen coming or..." Aiden again clammed up and was getting nervous.
"I'm not interested in the illicit activities here at the moment. You have read the newspaper recently?"
"Yeah, that he was nearly killed by the Death Eater Killer..." the boy said, softly, now sinking in that his client had been brutally tortured, and it was crass to be speaking ill of him. "What do you want to know? I get him off when he comes here, but he doesn't seem to appreciate it. He shakes... I don't know if it's the potions or what, but he always shakes when we're alone. At first, I thought he was afraid, but I don't know what is wrong with him."
"I do, and it's unimportant. Does he get the potions here?"
Aiden tensed in a way that confirmed he did, or at least some of them. Malfoy was skilled enough to mix his own brews, but he needed the right ingredients. The worst ones were considered Class C non-tradeable substances by the Ministry, and that came with a hefty fine for possession alone. Harry just shook his head and didn't push him.