The numbers Potter rattled off, as if they were completely standard, set Draco completely aback. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to glance at the contract, having felt too offended by the implication of the NDA that had met him at first sight.<br/>It wasn’t that Draco<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to believe in the worst in Potter, but he had very little reason to just trust his words for it. Gingerly, Draco plucked the contract out of the envelope, not wanting to give the NDA too much thought.<br/>The words on the contract confirmed what Potter had just stated, mentioning Draco as an “specialist consultant”, a title that he had a very hard time recognising himself in. He was certain that someone at the ministry would have been able to crack the code as well, in fact, he was shocked that nobody had, so it all seemed like far too much.<br/>“Oh,” he stated, feeling a little bad about having accused Potter of something so blatantly untrue, even if it made good sense for him to have believed so; or at least, so he thought himself.<br/>“That seems very high for something I am certain that one of your curse breakers could have done just as easily.”