The willingness with which Potter took on more work blew Draco away, figuring that it was probably just because he wanted to get out as well. It was the only scenario that made any level of sense to Draco, so it was the scenario he elected to believe in, at least for now.<br/>“That would be helpful,” Draco stated, secretly really enjoying that Potter was treating him like a professional, something that he apparently was, whether he realised it or not.<br/>Even if he had originally balked at the idea of a contract, Draco had to admit that it<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>give him some peace of mind for situations like this. He knew that he was employed by the ministry, not just doing a Potter a favour out of the goodness of his own heart. It made him feel less off about their dynamic, feeling much more secure in what Potter was expecting of him, because no way it was anyone else but Potter who had requested that contract be made.<br/>“Oh, and before I forget, more documents came to you this morning,” Draco added, placing the cup back on the table in such a delicate manner that it hardly made a sound. “I’ve put them on your desk.”