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Hey, guys! Here's chapter 2! I was actually going to update sooner but I had mid-terms to study for so I was kinda busy. I have an exam Tuesday so wish me luck!

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Harry yelped as he emerged from the swirl of blue flames. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the floor to meet his face rather painfully. Harry gasped in shock as he fell into a warm pair of arms instead. A chuckle rang in his ears, making him blush lightly. He glanced up at Draco, flushing even more at the fond look in his eyes.

He coughed weakly, trying fruitlessly to hide the redness in his cheeks. Draco laughed, ruffling Harry's messy hair and helping him stand up straight. "Amazing how you still can't Floo correctly," Draco smirked as they sat down at one of the tables in the suspiciously dirty tavern.

"Oh yes. Laugh at the poor man with not one graceful bone in his body," Harry grumbled. Draco snickered as both ordered butterbeer from a seemingly younger Aberforth.

"What I don't get is how you can be perfectly fine in the air yet you can't walk a straight line on solid ground," Draco smirked as he cast a Scourgify on both their glasses.

"Oh shut up," the raven haired man muttered, chugging down his drink quickly. Draco made a small noise of disgust and drank his butterbeer with actual manners, pointedly looking at Harry as he did. Who did nothing but give him a shit-eating grin. Draco sighed, standing up alongside Harry. Etiquette means nothing to him.

~DMHP~

Aberforth glared suspiciously at the two strangers. He had never seen them before which was odd considering they looked young enough to be students in his brother's school. Admittedly, not many students came into his tavern, but he still knew all the students currently and formerly attending Hogwarts. Although, the two did remind him of some other students. Shame that he couldn't clearly remember who.

Aberforth took their glasses and cleaned them (made them dirtier) with his filthy rag, all the while glaring at the young men. The blonde gazed back at him with a cold look reminiscent of another student. The brunette however, just smiled at him, amusement glittering in his eyes.

The brunette chuckled under his breath. "You wouldn't happen to have a copy of today's Daily Prophet, would you?" Aberforth grunted, picking up the newspaper beside him and handed it to the blonde. Said man quickly glanced over the paper and whispered to his companion, "It worked."

It worked? What worked? Aberforth took the newspaper back and watched as the duo started walking up the path to Hogwarts. Well, regardless of what 'it' is, Albus would probably like a warning. Something's not right about those two… With that thought in mind, Aberforth strode off to his private fireplace to Floo his brother.

~DMHP~

"Aberforth doesn't trust us." Harry sighed happily as Draco absentmindedly played with his fingers.

"Does that man trust anyone?" Draco asked rhetorically, studying the castle that grew bigger as they got closer. After Aberforth had told Harry, Ron and Hermione about Albus and Ariana, the four had gotten closer. They had formed a bond of trust. When Draco and Harry started dating, Aberforth welcomed the blonde into their close-knit group. Aberforth was a bit of a mentor to them. He was someone to go to when wanted to talk to someone besides each other. And if not to talk to, he at least could provide them with the alcohol necessary to drink away their sorrows. Surprisingly, all five trusted and cared for each other. It was an odd and unexpected friendship but a welcome one nonetheless.

Harry smiled, quickly kissing him on the cheek as they walked up the steps to Hogwarts' front doors. Draco reluctantly let go of Harry's hand and knocked on the large wooden doors. Soon after knocking, the door was opened.

Minerva McGonagall had been the one to open the door. The woman looked much younger than she did back in their time. Here, the woman's hair was a chocolate brown hair instead of her future gray locks. She also had less frown lines. Although, one thing that did stay the same was her stern look.

"How may I help you?" Harry grinned as Minerva's voice slipped into teaching mode. Some things never change.

"We're here to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position," Draco answered smoothly, his pureblood upbringing coming up to the forefront.

"Very well. I shall take you to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. I am Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher and Deputy Headmistress," Minerva said, opening the door to allow the young men through. They seemed young enough to be in school themselves. Minerva highly doubted they would be getting the job. They couldn't possibly be qualified for the job. Then again, not many were. Finding a DADA teacher was difficult now days with the war going on. Nobody seemed to want to risk teaching at Hogwarts where future Death Eaters resided. If these two wanted to give it a shot, who was she to discourage them.

"I'm Draco Malfus," Draco stated, interrupting her thoughts. Minerva studied the cold, emotionless mask and inwardly chuckled. Pure Slytherin. The man's blonde hair seemed similar to a veela's hair, right down to the silky, feathery appearance. Molten silver eyes gazed at her just as intently as she gazed at him. Now where have I seen those eyes before? The young man ('Draco') was the polar opposite of the other man.

"Harry Polter," Harry smiled, taking great care to say his fake name. Unlike his companion, the man wore his emotions on his face as well as in his expressive emerald eyes. Wild, black locks were a sharp contrast to ' hair. He seemed like he would be one of her cubs. Polar opposites indeed.

"A pleasure," Minerva responded just as they reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "This is the entrance to the Headmaster's office. Lollipop," Minerva whispered towards the end to ensure that they did not know the password, just in case they actually didn't get the job. Unknown to her, Draco and Harry both had amazing hearing and had already heard the password.

The gargoyle moved out of the way, allowing the trio to step onto the moving stairs. Once at the door, Minerva raised her hand to knock, pausing when a voice called out for her to enter.

Harry's eyes watered slightly at the sound of the very familiar voice. Despite everything the man did to him, Albus was important to Harry and he truly did believe it was for the greater good. It wasn't Albus' fault that he just couldn't comprehend that he couldn't try to control every aspect of a person's life. In the end, Harry did look at Albus as his grandfather and Albus did seem to have loved Harry as his grandson in return. His death had killed Harry. And now to be able to see him again, in the flesh and not just in a portrait, was a dream come true.

Harry gulped inaudibly and blinked away the tears just as Minerva pushed open the door. There he was. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He was the same as always. The same white hair, garish clothing, blue eyes, and infernal twinkle. "Ahhh, welcome! May I offer you a lemon drop?" As well as the same taste in candy.

"Albus," Minerva sighed in exasperation. Draco and Harry shared a fond smile, recalling a similar conversation between the future Minerva and Albus' portrait. "These young men are here to apply for the open Defense Against the Dark Arts position."

"Both? Will this be a sort of friendly competition over who gets the position?" Albus asked curiously. The idea of having two teachers for one subject was rather odd so of course the possibility did not cross his mind, despite the fact that the men seemed to be close companions not rivals. Well, at least not any more.

"Actually, we were hoping to teach together," Harry answered, smiling indulgently when the twinkle in Albus' eyes grew brighter.

"Ah, of course, of course. Please take a seat, Messrs…"

"Draco Malfus and Harry Polter," Draco supplied as they took a seat in the annoyingly bright chairs.

"Well, you seem awfully young but who am I to judge. Now all you must do is take this little test to see if you qualify," Albus said cheerily, clapping his hands. Instantly, two large stacks of paper appeared in front of each man. "Any questions?"

"Just one, sir," Harry stated, taking the offered quill. "What is your concept of the word 'little'?" Harry continued sarcastically, looking over the abnormally large test. Draco snorted, similar thoughts as his lover's flitting through his head. Albus just chuckled good-naturedly, his eyes as bright as ever. Minerva smirked, catching a bit of Slytherin in her honorary cub. Perhaps they aren't so different.

Harry sighed, glancing over the many questions.

How do you ward off Dementors? What is the incantion?

How do you successfully get rid of a boggart?

What are the three Unforgivables and what do they do?

How do you identify a werewolf?

Harry smirked. This is gonna be a breeze.

In no time at all, both Harry and Draco were finished with the test which was thankfully very easy for them.

Albus looked over both tests, growing more and more shocked as he did. It was almost too good to be true. They seemed to have answered every question with ease and correctly, too. They were more than qualified. But this could make them a target for Tom. Either as a follower or an enemy. But I can't let such qualified teachers slip through my finger. Reaching his decision, Albus stood and held out his hand. "Welcome to the staff, Professor Malfus, Professor Polter."

Minerva looked on in shock as they stood and shook Albus' hand. They had gotten the job? And manage to impress Albus as well if looks were anything to go by. So young and yet Albus had deemed them qualified. Unbelievable.

"Minerva, can you please show our newest members to their quarters? I believe there's a two-bedroom suite near the DADA classroom." Minerva nodded, moving to the door.

"Actually, Headmaster, we would prefer a one-bedroom suite if it's no trouble," Harry requested, blushing at the surprised and contemplating eyes turned towards him. Draco smirked at him, a glint of lust in his eyes, only serving to make him blush further.

Minerva quirked an eyebrow. They're in a relationship? Well, that's… unexpected. "Albus, I believe there is a one-bedroom suite even closer to the classroom," she pointed out, ending the poor raven-haired man's misery.

"Of course. By the way, there will be a staff meeting the day before the students arrive on the 1st," Albus chuckled, inwardly relieved. Anyone that can love surely has light in them.

"Thank you, Headmaster. Harry and I have business in Diagon Alley today, however," Draco hinted, wishing for the meeting to end. Albus nodded amicably, gesturing towards the door in dismissal.

~DMHP~

"Well, I will admit that I did not expect you to qualify but may I be the first to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Minerva stated, leading the men down the hall.

"Thank you, Professor. Since we're going to be teaching here, would you mind telling us a little about it here?" Harry asked respectfully, playing the part of a stranger to the school he called home.

"Of course, but please call me Minerva. We are going to be colleagues now," Minerva insisted. "The students are divided into four houses at the beginning of their first year. Each house has their own head of house. I am the head of Gryffindor house. Gryffindor is represented by a lion and the colors red and gold. It is where the brave, courageous, and usually brash ones are sorted. Ravenclaws are the studious and knowledgeable ones. Their colors are blue and bronze and their symbol is obviously a raven. Filius Flitwick, the Charms professor is their head of house. Hufflepuffs value hard work and loyalty over everything else. They are represented by the badger and wear the colors yellow and black. Pomona Sprout, our Herbology professor, is their head of house. Last, but not least, is Slytherin house which is cared for by Horace Slughorn, our Potions professor. Their colors are green and silver and are symbolized by a snake. Slytherin is where the sly and cunning, as well as ambitious, dwell. The houses are named after the four Founders: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Syltherin."

"Hmmm… You sound like a Slytherin with maybe just a hint of Ravenclaw," Harry stated thoughtfully, smiling absentmindedly when Draco slipped his arm around his waist.

"And you seem to be a mixture of it all," Draco smirked, hugging Harry to his side as they continued to walk to their new quarters.

"What do you mean, Professor Malfus?" Minerva inquired, inwardly smiling at the affection displayed. Maybe he isn't a pure Slytherin…

"Please call me Draco," the blonde requested. "And what I mean is that Harry seems to be all of those things. He's brave like a Gryffindor and just a little brash even though he is just as cunning as he is brave. I've never met someone more loyal and hard-working than Harry here. And despite the fact that Harry prefers doing something instead of reading about it, he does have a thirst for knowledge like a Ravenclaw. He's a mixture. Although he seems to mostly be a Gryffindor and a Slytherin."

Minerva smiled slightly, contemplating the new knowledge about the emerald-eyed man walking beside her. If that's all true then he sounds like a perfect representation of Hogwarts itself. "Well, it's nice to know that there are people outside of Hogwarts that possess and value the qualities of the four Founders," she spoke at last just as they reached a portrait of a young man with long, dark red hair and bright blue eyes. The portrait smiled with mischief just as another red-headed prankster had done before. Fred… Harry thought sadly as he recalled the deceased man's twin who had become solemn and quiet with his death.

Minerva paused momentarily, watching silently as Harry's green eyes filled with sadness, pain, and loss. What has happened to him? No one so young should be so filled with sorrow. Minerva watched grimly as the man's eyes teared slightly. The war had devastated many and Harry seemed to be one of the victim's of the terrible sorrow. At least he has someone to love and care for him. Minerva's sharp gray eyes softened as Draco lightly rubbed Harry's lower back. The raven relaxed noticeably, leaning back into his lover's hand. As long as there is love….

Minerva cleared her throat reluctantly, hesitant to interrupt their sweet moment. She gestured to the portrait once they turned to her. "This is the guardian of your quarters. His name is-"

"Lucifer," the red-head interrupted, ignoring the annoyed glare from Minerva. He grinned devilishly at the newcomers.

"I don't suppose that's an omen," Draco muttered good-naturedly. Harry chuckled under his breath, knowing full well that that was what Draco had intended and appreciating the concern.

"No, not that Lucifer nor an omen, kid," Lucifer's grin widened. "You two do realize this is a single room suite not a two-bedroom suite, right?"

"We know but we would actually prefer a one-bedroom suite," Harry hinted as he felt Draco wrap his arms around him.

"Oh ho ho! Will you look at this? Two teachers hooked up? And the two newly appointed hottest teachers at that?" Lucifer began mischievously, a trickle of surprise leaking into his voice.

"Hottest teachers? Since when?" Draco smirked, quirking a blonde eyebrow arrogantly.

"Well, considering you guys are definitely the youngest on the staff, it goes without saying that you're the hottest. Your only competition might be the Muggle Studies teacher. Other than her, everyone else is about 20 or more years older than you. Besides, youngest or not, you guys are sexy," Lucifer spoke, running his eyes up and down Harry's frame.

Draco growled at the red head, wrapping a possessive arm around the raven's waist. "Stop checking him out! He's mine," Draco snapped, glaring darkly as Lucifer laughed.

"Touchy, touchy. Someone's a little jealous," Lucifer said in a sing-song voice.

Minerva smiled indulgently as the two young men started bickering. Sharing a cheerful look with Harry, she couldn't help but think. They have only just arrived and already I have grown fond of them. But what can be done? They make me feel as if I should be hugging them and protecting them from the outside world. As odd as it sounds, they bring out the mother lioness in me.

"Are we going to stand here all day? We do have to go to Diagon Alley you know," Harry asked sweetly. He always did love seeing Draco jealous. It proved that his lover really did care for him. Plus, the blonde was hot when he was angry like that.

"Hmm, you're right. Okay lover boy, you can shut up now. No one cares about what you have to say," Lucifer agreed, waving away a scathing remark from the annoyed blonde. "Just tell me what you want the password to be."

"Hmmm," Harry hummed thoughtfully before snapping his fingers and leaning in to whisper. "I love you," Harry hissed softly in parseltongue. It was one phrase that Draco knew in parseltongue well. He had wanted to learn it in order to tell Harry that he loved him in a special way. It was a very sweet gesture and had earned Draco a very lovely reward.

Lucifer's eyes widened in shock, a hint of fear appearing in his blue eyes. Quickly recovering from the surprise, he nodded. "Very well. Welcome to Hogwarts," he said, swinging open to reveal the quarters they would be spending the next year in.

"This is where I leave you. The fireplace is connected to the Floo network. Feel free to change the chambers to your liking. I will come to show you to the Great Hall and staff lounge at around 6. Have a nice day, gentlemen," Minerva announced, swiftly turning and leaving after receiving a farewell in return.

Draco and Harry stepped through the portrait hole, Lucifer swinging closed behind them. They paused in shock staring at the quarters gifted to them. Harry's eyes widened in horror as Draco gave a low whistle. "She did say we can change this, right?" Draco asked hopefully. Beside him, Harry nodded slowly. "Oh good! I was worried there for a second!"

In front of them lay the most horrible quarters in existence! This has Dumbledore written all over it. Honestly, who else has such awful taste? Harry mentally shuddered, surveying the garish room. The bright orange walls contrasted horribly with the neon green carpet. Combined with orange couches and orange drapes on the windows, it seemed as if the Chudley Cannons threw up on their living room!

"Alright, so what goes first?" Draco questioned, pulling his wand out from his wrist holster.

"The walls. I think I'm going to go blind from all the orange," Harry muttered, imitating Draco's actions. The blonde snorted, flicking his wand. The orange flickered before fading to a light silver color.

"What do you think, love?" Draco asked, gesturing towards the walls.

"Nice. I like it. And to keep it to a nice theme-" Harry trailed off, smiling softly at the endearment while flicking his wand at the carpet. The carpet darkened changing into a forest green. Draco hummed in agreement, pointing his wand towards the couches. The couches darkened into black, the pillows were a mixture of silver and green. "And the final touch," Harry announced, changing the cherry wood furniture into ebony. "There. That's better."

"Now, we just have to do the rest of our quarters," Draco stated, locking silver eyes with green. There was a pause before they groaned simultaneously.

Over the next half hour, the couple modified their kitchen and individuals offices which were both decorated in the same garish fashion of the living room. Finally, there were only two more rooms to do: their room and the bathroom in their room. Harry paused with his hand on the doorknob to their room, an idea flicking through his mind.

"Something wrong, Harry?" Draco inquired, concern seeping into his voice.

The raven grinned, spinning around to face his lover. "I'm fine, Dray! I just have this really great idea for our room. Do you mind if I design this one on my own?" Harry begged, putting on the puppy dog face that he knew the blonde simply couldn't resist.

"Oh, alright, alright! Just stop looking at me like that," Draco gave in, turning away from those wide emerald eyes and red pouting lips. He is way too good at that. No way can someone be that hot. Then again that's what I always used to think until I got together with Harry….. A loud slam interrupted his thoughts. He turned and stared at the closed (and locked!) door. "Someone's eager…." He muttered out loud.

He sighed and leaned against the wall opposite the door. Around five minutes later, the door opened again, omitting his raven haired boyfriend. Harry grinned and ushered him into the room, closing the door behind him. "So what do you think?" Harry inquired, still grinning widely.

Draco studied the room carefully. Their room had been transformed into a forest clearing. The carpet was a soft, calming green. The walls had been painted to appear like the trees of the forest. The roof had, remarkably enough, been charmed to look like the roof of the Great Hall. There was currently a clear blue sky displayed. The bed had been the only thing not specifically designed to look like a part of the forest. A huge bed was covered by dark blue covers. Scattered around the room were candles in blue, green, and black of varying sizes. After the war, Harry had for some reason taken a liking to all kinds of candles. He claimed that they soothed him. After he and Draco became a couple, Harry had gotten Draco to like the candles almost as much as he did. Overall, it was a very nice and relaxing room. Draco nodded, telling Harry his honest opinion of the room.

"Good! Oh and look over there," Harry exclaimed, pointing over to a part of the wall. Amongst through the trees were five very different animals. A large black dog was playfully wrestling with an even larger brown wolf. Nearby, a stag watched his two companions with amusement. Leaning against a tree, a white tiger and black panther lay, cuddling close to each other.

"Merlin, Harry! That's brilliant," Draco said, chuckling softly as the wolf sat on top of the black dog in victory.

"Thanks! They just run around on the walls and play all day long, except for when their lieing down or sleeping. The walls and carpet darken when as the day goes on just like in a real forest, too," Harry explained. "And now all we have to do is the bathroom."

"That one's easy," Draco claimed, opening the bathroom door and sending various charms and spells towards different areas. When he was done the bathroom looked like a replica of the prefect's bathroom except better. Didn't think that was possible? Well, apparently it is. "We can finally go to Diagon Alley!"

"Wow, this took longer than I thought it would," Harry exclaimed, glancing quickly at his watch. "Come on, Draco! Let's go," Harry commanded, dragging his amused boyfriend towards the Floo in their living room.

Draco stepped into the fireplace and threw down the powder, clearly saying "Diagon Alley", with Harry close behind.

There's chapter 2! I thought I was going to be able to fit in the Diagon Alley visit but then I got caught up describing the rooms and all that so I decided to put that in the next chapter. Anyway, you know the drill : REVIEW! please...?