Chapter 6 - Getting the Upperhand

                                        

                                              
Published: 6/19/25
Unsurprisingly, Potter wasn't home when Draco arrived at his pigsty late that night. He found a fresh supply of drugs and empty liquor bottles. Sigh. He Vanished them and set several alarm spells to make Potter's morning extremely unpleasant, including an anti-Apparation ward out of the flat. Potter was not going to be happy.
It was nearly eleven when Potter finally showed up to the Probation Department on his own accord. Max was on high alert and managed to confiscate Potter's wand upon arrival. He brought him to his office.
"Thanks, Max," Draco said, and Max left. "Morning, Potter."
Potter glared and looked hungover and cranky. "What the fuck Malfoy!?"
"Didn't enjoy your morning? I believe I said ten."
"I will find all your damn spells eventually," he seethed.
"Perhaps, or you could show up on time like a civilized wizard."
"I'm not getting up at ten every day to come see you," he spat, rubbing his temples. 
"Yes, you are," Draco said, retrieving a Hangover Potion from his locked cabinet.
Potter at least mumbled a thanks before downing it. "Your alarms gave me a massive headache."
"That's what I intended. Also, I got a present for you. I believe that you've worn this before?" he said, offering up the silver monitoring band.
Harry laughed. "You think that you can follow me?"
"If necessary," Draco said with a smirk as he wrapped it around Potter's wrist. He didn't fight it. "I think you'll find my additions interesting."
Potter grimaced as he inspected his new piece of jewelry. "What kind of additions?"
Draco smirked. "We'll just have to find out. I can play games too, Harry."
"I told you not to call me that, Malfoy."
"I don't feel any obligation to follow that request. I'm also giving you additional restrictions as you broke the rules again last night. You must be in your house from six in the evening until ten in the morning."
Harry scoffed.
"Keep pushing me, Harry."
"Malfoy...."
"And start cleaning your house!"
"Like hell I will! You're not my father!" Harry hissed.
Draco nodded. "No, but I'm your guardian."
"The fuck you are! It's just words on a paper," Harry spat and turned toward the door.
"Max won't give you your wand without a release either," Draco said.
Potter was shaking as he gripped the doorknob, furious. He turned back and stared.
"Have a seat. You need some time to cool off," he murmured, and pulled out a different case file-Samir's actually.
"I have no desire to sit here all bloody day. I don't care if I have my wand or not," he hissed.
Draco shrugged. "Nor do I."
Potter stood in front of his desk and leaned over it. "You never once have pulled out your wand, Malfoy."
Draco tensed up under the direct threat. Leave it to an ex-Auror to notice that. None of his other cases had ever noticed. "I don't point my wand at people if I can help it." He hated it when people did it to him. He has flashbacked before... and if he managed to avoid it, he'd be anxious and upset all day after.