“You’re not doing that again,” Harry dismissed, irate. Having started, the words and frustrations seemed to come easily, the mismanagement of Draco’s case mixing with decade old grudges, resurfaced by Clarke’s relentless dismissal of Harry’s opinion on the matter.<br/>Only then did he turn to look at Draco. The sight made Harry falter, expecting to find more outrage in Draco’s expression; he didn’t find any. Seeming to realize he was out of bounds making that decision, Harry faltered, still sure in his statement but coming to regret the phrasing.<br/>“I don’t think you should,” he reiterated, an attempt to appear gentler though his voice was drawn tight with a growing frustration. After all, Draco hadn’t asked for Harry’s opinion, having imposed himself on a private meeting.<br/>It made Harry duck his gaze, once more reaching out for the file he had only just tossed.<br/>“There’s no reason to. You’re under no obligation to answer any of those questions, NDA or not.”