"That was the main point. You'd try to finagle out of punishment or rules. You are a Slytherin, as you are wont to say."
Draco snorted. "It's hardly fair," he complained.
"It wasn't meant to be fair. Employer/employee relationships aren't fair. You needed a job, and George had no desire to give you one. You agreed with us that you had a hard time restraining yourself and lashing out... at customers, co-workers and your boss! You used to be a jerk."
"Used to be?" Draco scoffed.
"You and George have been getting along. You both just went too far this time. We made the Agreement... because you didn't like him and he didn't like you. You were hurt... and usually when you are hurt, you get angry."
Draco looked away, his anger indeed stirred. Looking back, Harry knew that losing his family's wealth, reputation, and lands had made him bitter... and scared. George had been the only one willing to give a convicted Death Eater fresh out of Azkaban, on parole, a job. Technically, George had initially refused him and had gleefully told Harry that Malfoy, of all people, had applied to work at Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. He even gave Harry Malfoy's application, complete with an address in Knockturn Alley.
After George went home, Harry stared at the application for hours, pondering it. Malfoy must have been desperate to apply to work for George, who hated him. Desperation was the only possible reason, Harry decided. He went to Knockturn Alley to the building listed. The place was condemned. Malfoy was clearly squatting there. Harry passed several potioned-up tramps looking for him. 
Harry found him without any glamours on. He was thinner... sixth-year-level thin. He had this haunted look in his eyes... the kind you get from too much time in Azkaban. Harry had seen a similar dead look when Draco stared into his eyes at his Manor over two years ago, when he did find him.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco had sneered, face red with embarrassment. "Come to laugh at my downfall? Want to check in and make sure I'm not violating my parole?"
Harry quickly shook his head. He was appalled at what had happened to him. "I wanted to know how you are doing."
"Get the fuck out and leave me alone," Draco sneered, tears on the brink of spilling from this humiliation. He turned to the wall with that large curse burned a hole through.
"Malfoy... would you like to come stay with me?" he just asked, not really thinking about the consequences.
He turned back and met his eyes in astonishment. "What? Are you... crazy?"
"Arguably..." Harry replied. "I wasn't happy that you got two years. After all, I did testify for you, and now you're in this... place. George said that you asked him for a job. I couldn't believe you'd try him... unless you were...."
"Desperate?" Draco finished, blushing more. "Did he tell you he laughed in my face and told me to fill out an application?" 
Harry shook his head.
"When I gave it to him... he told me to get the fuck out... and that he was going to frame and put it on the wall. I guess you saw it. I knew I shouldn't have put my location on there. I'll have to move... again," Draco said, and walked over to pack a raggedy blanket and some old robes into a ruck.
"No, he didn't frame it, I swear. He just showed it to me. But hey, Malfoy... you don't have to live here... live like this. Please, just come and stay with me until you're on your feet."
Draco looked at him, tempted but still hesitant. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"No. I can see you're in a difficult situation. I can help."