I (obviously) don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

This is my first fanfic, please be nice to me!

It had taken Draco nearly 5 years for people to forget about him after the war. It had taken him another 2 years to get a job, and he quite enjoyed his current lifestyle. As potions master at Hogwarts, his time was divided between making students miserable with horrendous amounts of homework and working on his own research. It was repetitive, but peaceful.
On one particular Friday, Draco's morning began the same as any other. He woke an hour before sunrise, hair tussled thoroughly from sleep, and headed straight for the shower. Steam still rising from his body he sauntered to his wardrobe and picked out a set of hand tailored robes. He seated himself next to the enchanted window depicting the view of the black lake. A soft pop announced the arrival of a house elf bringing him his breakfast.
Unlike any other morning, a letter addressed to Draco sat innocently next to his tea. A scowl marred his features as he picked up the parchment like it was cursed. To most wizards, a letter was a regular occurrence. For Draco on the other hand, well no one owled him. He could count on one hand the amount of people he socialized with, all of whom happened to work at Hogwarts with him.
If there was one thing Draco didn't appreciate, it was anything out of the ordinary, especially after all his hard work at achieving a normal life. Glaring briefly at the letter, he walked away from his breakfast table and continued about his day. Everything was normal again, ignoring the fact that he had skipped a meal.
He made his way up from the dungeons to the Great Hall, dodging the occasional snot nosed teenager in search of a hot cup of tea to sooth his mind.
"Ah, Professor Malfoy!"an overly cheerful voice called from the other end of the staff table. A scowl reappeared on Draco's face briefly before turning to greet his coworker. "Good morning" with a curt nod, he turned back to his tea hoping against hope he could be just left alone.
Wood's hand appeared on Draco's shoulder, squeezing gently.
Draco's eye twitched in annoyance as he turned to face the flying instructor. "Do you need something?"
"Well, I was wondering what you're doing this weekend?" Wood smiled, looking like an over eager puppy. It was down right annoying. "A few of us were going down to the Hogs Head tonight, and I was wondering if you'd go. With me." After a drawn out pause Draco refused to fill, Wood stammered on. "I mean, not like a date or anything!" Wood forced a laugh filled with more desperation than mirth. Draco raised a single eyebrow. Wood had been trying to ask him out ever since the reason he wasn't marrying Pansy Parkinson became clear. "I mean unless you want it to be. If you'd like." Draco tuned out as Wood carried on a conversation with himself. He proceeded to finished his tea and forget about the letter in his bedroom. Well, he tried to. But to his dismay an owl dropped another letter with the same hand writing right in his lap. The letter was soon crumpled into a ball and incinerated. The hall had completely filled with students by then. "-because really? We've known each other for so long it's only natural that we-" Draco interrupted the monologue by briskly pushing away from the table.
"If you would excuse me, my class will be starting shortly. As for this weekend, regrettably I have other plans." The same reply delivered in the same cool tone he always used. Today was certainly back to normal. Again.
Feeling a little better, Draco made his way back to the dungeons for his first year potions class. He sat patiently behind his desk for the last of the children to make their way in. He waited until every single one had cauldrons out and had giving him their undivided attention. With a flourish of his wand, the days lesson appeared on the blackboard behind him.
"You will work in pairs, I want a sample from each team on my desk by the end of class. You have one hour. Begin." As usual, Draco pulled out a stack of the latest assignment and began marking. Only to have his attention pulled away from the parchments by the tapping of an owl against the nearest window. "Merlin's sweaty balls..." He grumbled under his breath. The students worked very had to ignore their professor's language. A few turned wide eyed to their neighbours in surprise, and a few giggled behind the hands. That is, until Draco turned his poisonous glare on them.
The class continued to work in silence as Draco smoothed out his robes and let the owl in. It immediately landed on his outstretched arm and held out a leg with a rolled up letter attached. He stared disgustedly at it, until the owl impatiently peck at his hand. "Alright, I get it." He sighed. As soon as he had untied the ribbon, the owl was gone and Draco was left with the detestable letter that threatened his normal lifestyle.
Back at his desk, he stared at the elegant script his name was written in. He tried to imagine the contents. An angry parent? No, they sent howlers. An old friend? Who was he kidding? He had no old friends. Perhaps it was from the ministry. A sense of dread enveloped him. Of course it was from the ministry, probably to tell him he was deemed unfit to be a role model for students. He did have the dark mark permanently on his arm, how could he have possibly imagined he'd be allowed to teach? He was going to be sacked.
For the rest of the class he sat like that, not even noticing as the first years deposited their potions on his desk one by one and left the classroom. Unable to face the letter quite yet, he shoved it deep in his robes pockets and finished off the days classes as if in a trance. By the time he made it back to his quarters, he was mentally preparing how he would break the news to his mother. He flopped down and broke the wax seal with more than a little dread.
He had to read it twice to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Dear Professor Malfoy,
I am in need of your expertise for a difficult case I am working on. I will discuss the details with you in person tomorrow morning.
Auror Potter"
Then he broke out into a maniacal laughter.