Draco introduced himself as Professor Potter the next year. Having two Professor Malfoy-Potters seemed like a bit of a mouthful for the students, so for school, Potter it was.

Either way, he thought wryly that his original Sixth Years would have all had heart attacks.

The students took to calling them Potions Potter and Defence Potter to differentiate, which Harry found incredibly amusing — although, admittedly, that was mostly because Draco found it so distasteful.

~*~

Around March, the students started to notice random, ever increasing absences of both of the professors, always at the same time. Both of them were becoming increasingly moody and stressed, and some of the students started to worry. A few even asked McGonagall if one of them was seriously sick or something. She refused to tell them anything, and the behaviour continued straight through June.

~*~

Sometime during the second week in June, both professors suddenly seemed tightly strung, but extraordinarily excited. Still, no answers were to be found. Some of the students speculated, but there were never any satisfying answers, and many simply forgot about it over the summer.

However, when the new school year started, and neither Harry nor Draco had shown up to any mealtimes (save the welcome feast) for the entire first week back, the students really started to ask questions.

Wild theories were being thrown about, but nobody dared ask the professors. Many asked Neville, but he always simply acted confused or gave a small, strange smile.

~*~

After a month of school, both of the professors looked terrible. They both had bags under their eyes, and often showed up to their classes slightly late or dismissed them early. It was nearly impossible for students to find them outside of class hours.

After the fourth time Draco entered class late, quickly cleaning his robes of what looked like vomit with a spell, one of the students got up enough guts to ask.

"Professor Potter?" a Hufflepuff raised his hand.

"Yes, William?"

"What, er, what's going on with you and the other Mr. Potter? Both of you are all...I don't know. You look like you haven't slept in ages, and you're always coming to classes late. Are both of you okay?"

Draco looked briefly taken aback by the thought and care behind the words.

"Yes. We are both fine. It's nothing you need to worry about. Now, open your books to—"

"Are you sure? You always look exhausted and annoyed," a Gryffindor cut him off.

Draco did, indeed, look annoyed at that moment.

"Yes, I'm happier than ever," he said sharply, "it's just tiring being a—" he cut himself off and gave them a hard look for tricking him into talking.

"Turn to page 276."

~*~

Several months later, the same class was interrupted by the door crashing open mid-lesson.

"Draco! I think she sick and I don't know what's wrong! Poppy had to go out to St. Mungo's for something, and you know I'm pants at medical spells, and Nev is with her right now, but..." Harry babbled frantically.

Draco looked up alarmed, frozen in the middle of reaching for the chalk. He quickly unfroze himself and rushed to the door, however when he reached it he quickly whirled back around to address the class.

"All of you stay here and look over the notes or something," he said quickly before grabbing Harry's arm and rushing down the hall.

The students, of course, did not look over the notes. They were much more interested in what on earth had just happened. What had Professor Potter been talking about?

When Draco came back to his classroom half an hour later, it was in uproar. His shoulders sagged in defeat, not feeling up to looking formidable and scolding them. He walked through the students, who quieted as he passed, to the front of the room where he slumped into the chair behind his desk.

"I am disappointed you did not manage to conduct yourselves properly in my absence. I will, however, let it go this once because I am too emotionally tired to properly scold you for it," he said softly.

All of the students heard, and remained silent for the remainder of class as their teacher slumped in his chair, his head hung.

At the end of the lesson, one of the students hesitantly tried to approach him, only to discover that he'd actually fallen asleep at some point.

~*~

Rumours about what had happened in potions class were spreading like fiendfyre at lunch, but of course both teachers were absent, as they had been the entire school year. Professor Longbottom was also noticeably absent, and several students speculated that he might be involved with whatever had happened earlier. Winter holidays were starting at the end of the week, and the students were already excitable, so the new additions to the rumour mill simply fueled their fervor.

A few particularly curious Fifth Years, who had been in the interrupted class, left lunch early to investigate the hospital wing in hopes that there may be hints of what Professor Potter had been talking about. As they were climbing the stairs, they heard a soft voice. They quietly continued down the corridor until they saw Draco pacing back and forth in front of the infirmary doors holding— a baby? He was bouncing it gently and cooing to it.

"Pretty, pretty, such a pretty Luna Lily you are, huh? You'll be nice and smart like me, won't you?"

The baby was large, maybe a year or so, and she babbled nonsense noises briefly before:

"Papa."

"Mhmm," Draco answered the baby, still bouncing her on his hip and smiling.

"Where Dada?" she asked, vaguely making reaching grabby hands.

"He'll be back shortly, he's talking to Uncle Neville. They're doing weird things with plants to find something to fix you permanently, and I certainly don't trust that around you."

"You talk to her as if she can understand all of that," Harry emerged from the infirmary with Neville behind him.

Draco looked over at Harry with the same soft eyes he'd always had for Harry since that first year of teaching, much to Neville's secret contentment.

"I'll have you know she is already quite intelligent. Clearly nothing like you, isn't that right, Loons?"

Neville spotted the three Fifth Years lurking down the hall and cleared his throat.

"Students," he warned Draco and Harry, who both looked up as if they had forgotten that the rest of the world existed.

The students just stood there until Harry finally said something to break the silence.

"Erm. Hi."

"You have a baby," one of the Gryffindors said incredulously.

"Yes, I would've thought that apparent," Draco stated acerbically.

Harry grinned and leaned over to whisper to Neville.

"A-parent. Ha, appropriate."

Draco briefly glanced back to glare at him.

"But, where has she been?" another student asked.

"Well, we smuggled her in — don't tell Minnie — and we usually just lock her in a broom closet. Or leave her in the forest sometimes. What do you think?"

"Draco," Harry warned him before turning back to the students. "Madam Pomfrey looks after Luna in her office when we're in classes, otherwise she's with us in our room."

"But how did you keep that from us? I mean, you two can't hide anything."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on, we aren't that oblivious. You may have heard stories but, contrary to popular belief, we knew exactly what we were doing, we just didn't care. We would've been upfront from the very beginning if all of the students hadn't decided they were bloody detectives."

"Draco! You can't swear in front of students!"

"What're they going to do? Tell Minnie?"

"Please don't tell professor McGonagall," Harry asked the students quickly. "He's very tired."

Neville finally stepped forward and herded the Fifth Years off, and Harry turned to Draco.

"Go get some sleep, love; I'll wake you up at the end of your free period."

"Okay, thank you, here take Luna." He handed her over, and gave Harry a grateful kiss.

~*~

Harry woke him up gently by stroking his hair, and kissing his nose lightly so it tickled. Draco wrinkled it, and sniffed.

"You brought me tea?"

Harry had, indeed, come armed with a large mug full of strong English breakfast tea, as per Draco's preference. Draco smiled.

"You're my favourite person, you know that?"

"I believe I have heard that before, yes."

"Good." Draco paused as he sipped his tea. "I'm really glad that we finally got Luna. I love having a family with you."

"Me too, having Luna just makes me so happy all of the time. I love you so much Draco."

"I love you too. Time for class? Ugh, everybody's going to be asking about her."

"Time for class."

~*~


End Notes:

This fic was the product of 5 days straight of middle-of-the-night exhausted madness the month before I started university. It was my first actual fic I posted (besides a shitty oneshot), and no, I've never been this productive ever again. Even though it was 62 crazed hours of writing like KermitOnTheTypewritergif, I do remember I really enjoyed it, so I hope you guys enjoy it even half as much!


If you missed it, there are also 2 lovely fan arts by qina_f23 on Instagram of the scene in chapter 18 where the prefects are lurking outside of Harry's room after waking him in the middle of the night to tell him that Peeves wrecked the potions classroom.


This fic was inspired by a Tumblr post, which reads:

remusmoonyblack-lupin

Imagine Harry and Draco as teachers and competing against each other to be more popular and get more end of year gifts.

dr-aco

Omg and imagine at the end of the year their students get them one really big gift

And they're like what are you guys doing how are we supposed to split this

And their students are like ?????what?????

Don't u guys go home together at the end of the year

And Harry and Draco are like what in the heck n o

And it turns out that the students have always thought that they had a thing for each other and were dating

Harry and Draco just flush r e d