Having been put in a situation that he was fully unprepared for, Draco revelled in being able to do something as simple as reading a contract and signing it. From what he could tell, it was a very generous contract that had been drawn up for him, well paid and with very flexible conditions. There was no doubt in his mind that Potter had to be behind this, having a hard time imagining someone in the DMLE who would think of him this fondly, but he still had a hard time seeing just why Potter would think this highly of him.<br/>Satisfied that there was no hidden terms or conditions in the contract, Draco signed his name,<span style="font-style: italic">Draco L. Malfoy</span>on the line, his script noticeably more flowey and artistic than his normal handwriting was. He repeated the gesture on the NDA, even if it still sat wrong with him. He didn’t like being made to sign something like this, but he knew that he was going to need to see restricted documents if he wanted to have even a sliver of hope of finding out what had stuck to Potter.<br/>“Alright,” he muttered as he slid the documents, now signed, towards Potter. He had never attended one in his life, but he was left with the feeling of having just attended a job interview and he didn’t care much for the feeling.