"Hey... it's okay. We're not going to be jerks about this, alright?"
                              
Draco tried to hide the fact that he was crying, but his emotions were all over the place. He hadn't been that scared since... the Dark Lord was torturing him. He froze up, as his thoughts brushed those memories.
                              
"Malfoy? Breathe. It's going to be fine. I'll make sure he's convicted for this. You won't have to testify."
                              
Draco dropped his hands back to his legs. "Yeah, right. He just has to say my name and that I attacked him, and they'll let him walk."
                              
"I saw him. He used magic on you. It won't be like that."
                              
"Whatever, I need to go."
                              
"Let me heal your nose, okay?"
                              
Draco touched his nose. It hurt like a bitch, but he didn't have money to afford muggle medicine. He nodded and, as Potter raised his wand, he muttered, "This is just cosmic payback for breaking your nose."
                              
"Oh no, I would have had to break yours to do that. This is just ironic," Potter said with a smile.
                              
Draco almost smirked, but didn't as the pain faded and blood vanished. He felt his nose and it was tender but healed.
                              
"Still pointy."
                              
He scowled.
                              
"There's the Malfoy I know."
                              
"You don't know me," he said and wrapped his arms around his legs, tightening up. Fuck, why can't I stop shaking, he thought.
                              
"Hey... calm down. It's all over, Malfoy."
                              
It was never over. He was only a couple missed meals away from taking the manager up on his offer of a blow job for better pay. He had to make ends meet sometimes and was willing to get on his knees for twenty pounds. Sometimes it was a matter of life and death, but he never would let anyone bend him over. Somehow, there was a difference in his mind, and he never wanted to fully cross over into that area. He had seen the muggles who did it and it scared him.
                              
Potter leaned in, slowly. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
                              
He shook his head and almost yelped when the apparition Crack! came.
                              
Harry held up his arms in apology and looked over his shoulder, where the dumpster blocked Draco's view. "Terry, you're on tonight?"
                              
"Yeah, pulling a double for Seamus and Dean. What's the situation?"
                              
"Book the prep on a 10-35 section 2."
                              
"10-35? Damn. Section 2? Don't we need the Obliviators, then? Why didn't you say anything in the Patronus?"
                              
"It won't be necessary. Take Ron and get him out of here. I'll take care of the interview and victim care."
                              
"Victim care? Can't you just Obliviate them?" Terry said and stepped forward to peek around the dumpster.
                              
Draco retreated into the wall, but there was nowhere to go. The show was about to start. All the Aurors would be there to see and hear what happened.
                              
But Potter stood up to face the new Auror, blocking him from view. "I said I'll handle this. You and Ron book him and keep him in H block."
                              
"H? We keeping this... quiet?"
                              
"I don't want a fucking circus. Get going," Potter ordered.
                              
"You got it, boss!" Terry said, dutifully and headed over toward Ron.
                              
Draco watched as they removed the wards and Apparated away. He didn't notice Potter had sat down in front of him, with his legs crossed. Somehow it seemed a lot more intimate, though he was no closer.