Disclaimer: All Characters/Places belong to J.K.Rowling.
Warning:Chapter contains (attempt at) mature subject matters. (HarHar)
I apologize, this chapter was not up to my liking, and it's short..
I skipped studying a few things for this, Read and Review. It will make me feel better about my dismal marks.
As well as, if you don't understand what's going on, don't panic, things will eventually reveal themselves.
P.S..Sorry if I'm suddenly jumping POV; I get tired at night. -NodNod-
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Draco rolled over groaning loudly into his pillow as the throbbing pain in his head increased. "Sir, sir." Draco swatted at the annoyance beside his head, grumbling, "bugger off." "S..Sir.." came the shaky voice again. "Serafin was asked to fetch Master Malfoy. " He bolted upright and stared at the doe-eyed house elf at his bedside. He ran his hand through his messy blond hair in animosity "and where is it Master Malfoy is to go?" The young house elf looked stuck for words, conclusively deciding to fess up; "Headmaster Potter, wishes to speak to Professor Malfoy about h..his classes, Sir!" She squeaked out.
Draco's mind was bristling; he would not have willingly taken such a commendable job if he knew that he had moved on to become Hogwarts Headmaster. Draco turned his attention to the anxious house elf who had taking the liberty to pull off the very itchy sweater marked with the four letters 'S.P.E.W' and continued to pull a ragged tea cosy over her head proudly. She glimpsed up at the boy and stuttered out an apology. Draco shook his head, he was not in the mood for this, or anything for that matter. "Serafin was it? You can tell Master Potter that I've got a busy schedule ahead of me and I have no time for small chit chat over tea." Serafin looked confused, she had merely been sent to fetch him, she had not counted on him refusing to go. "I..I'll be sure to tell him Sir."
With a snap of her fingers, Draco witnessed the house elf evaporate into thin air. He sighed softly to himself; "It's been too long," he groaned in aggravation. Slipping into the bathroom he glanced disdainfully into the mirror. Pulling his pale skin softly, checking for premature wrinkles. Smirking in satisfaction he slipped off his boxers, taking the time to admire his reflection. After Harry, Draco had spent months at a time, looking for someone who could compare to him. They had to be lean with a small build, perhaps from years of Quidditch; he was deeply attracted to men with dark hair, and glasses showed a sign of intelligence. Although he spent months looking, his results turned up fruitless; men like that just never existed.
Draco was looking forward to a day or two of relaxing before classes actually began; his first day on the job and he was already twitching with hunger for a break. Turning on the water he stepped into the shower. Something about the feeling of warm water caressing his smooth delicate skin made his cock twinge with ease. It had been so long since Draco had felt the touch of another man, let alone his own fingers against his body. Leaning his head back, he allowed his hand to roam freely down the center of his chest, stopping at his hips as his finger tips brushed through his lightly colored pubic hair. Licking the water droplets from his lips he placed his free hand on the back of the wall, trying to sturdy himself. Draco let out a low groan as his hand slipped onto his dripping cock; he hadn't been this turned on since they were togetherThe memories started to wash over him as his hand gripped his cock tighter, feeling the pleasure overwhelm him.
"Isn't there a better time to enjoy the professor's private chambers Mr. Malfoy? Is this the busy schedule Serafin informed me of?" Came the mocking tone somewhere off in the distance. Draco's eyes snapped open, his hands reached out to grab something, anything, as he quickly lost his balance on the slippery floor which sent him crashing down. Draco seethed and flicked his eyes over the room in search of the sound. The laughing grew steadily louder as the figure approached the shower, leaning nonchalantly against the wall.
"Key word being private," Draco hissed out at him, picking himself up off the floor and snatching a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist. Harry laughed, his eyes dancing with amusement, "when you didn't show in my office I came to see if you were in peril," he replied looking smug. A loud bark like laugh jostled Harry from his thoughts as he stared at Draco who was clutching his sides. Harry frowned, "I really didn't find it that funny Draco." Draco wiped his eyes as he attempted to straighten himself out. "Oh, I know Potter," he drawled out slowly.
"Sorry to dash your hopes, but I'm perfectly fine." Harry bit down on his bottom lip, trying desperately to hide the smile playing on his lips; "I think I got that from the little show you had going." Draco narrowed his eyes, "that show, Potter, was not open for public viewing." Harry could sense the tinge of venom in Draco's voice and gradually backed down. "Mr. Malfoy, there are a few things we do need to discuss about your professional acquires. So, if you'd like to get dressed," Harry remarked, motioning towards the near naked Draco, "we can begin."
Harry cast his eyes over Draco, drinking in every inch of him; just like always he thought fondly to himself. Draco rolled his eyes, flicking his hand at the headmaster to leave, watching as he reluctantly obliged. Draco felt no other option but to sit down and get this over with; Harry was not his lover, but his headmaster; he needed to follow Harry's rules, for now. Dressing in record time he slipped out of the bathroom. Draco had always prided himself on his wardrobe. He spent hours finding the perfect apparel for this occasion. He couldn't walk into his classroom dressed in his five hundred poundDior jeans and collection from Rock & Republic. He had spent 103 galleons, 12 sickles, and 27 knuts on his present wizardry wardrobe. This had better be worth it, he remembered thinking when he handed over the money to the greedy eyed witch behind the counter.
Draco took his seat across from the headmaster, putting on what he liked to call his business man face and folded his hands presently in his lap. Harry readjusted his glasses and snapped his fingers, shuffling the papers that appeared suddenly in his hands. Draco watched as Harry ran his hand through his hair, was that a sign of uneasiness?
"What made you want to be a Professor Draco?" Draco blinked at Harry, stupefied by the simple question. "I...I beg your pardon?" he stammered out despite himself. Harry chuckled and shuffled his papers again, speaking slower this time, "What made you want to be a Hogwarts Professor Mr. Malfoy?" Draco scoffed softly under his breath, cursing himself silently. "It was either this or a Healer Potter. But I don't quite fancy the look of blood." Harry smiled knowingly. "Besides, lest we both forget who was good at Potions and who dropped out in 6th year." Harry scowled, "I haven't forgotten, but thank you for the friendly reminder." Draco shrugged, smirking softly to himself, Draco 1 Potter 0, he thought mentally.
Ignoring the smirk plastered on Draco's face, Harry attempted to move on. "We had a lot of offers for this position you know-" he stopped so Draco could roll his eyes, as he had done every so often. "- and you weren't the best option Draco." Draco choked, blinking professedly at the boy across from him. He jumped to his feet suddenly, gawking strangely down at him. "Oh, I beg to differ Potter!" He drawled on, "why else would you hire me?" He crossed his arms over his chest, putting on a sullen face.
Harry bit down on his lip, refusing to look into Draco's eyes, which right about now were burning holes in his head. There was something to say about the avoidance plainly written all over Harry's eyes, things he did not wish to discuss, now was defiantly not the time, he didn't want to scare Draco away. Slowly Draco's eyes widen, finally it was dawning on him. "This is the best you could do Potter?" "Mr. Malfoy, please, sit down."
"Cram the formalities Potter." Harry was taken back as he rose to his feet. "Your plan.;this." He flung his arms around dramatically. "This isn't going to work."
"I said sit down Mr. Malfoy, your job is currently on the line, so to speak. If you want to keep it, I suggest you sit your ass down. " Draco couldn't help but laugh in a moment like this, it was all to familiar. A small smile seeped onto Harry's face, as their laughter filled the room. For a split second, Harry could of swore he saw his Ice Prince's eyes, melt, but as quick as it came, it was gone as Draco's laughter faded.
Straightening himself out, he walked over the large vanity opposite where the two boys had been sitting. "Headmaster, if you'll please excuse me," he began formally, "I've got a busy lesson to plan for tomorrow;" he waved his hand towards the door.
"What makes you so sure you're keeping your job Malfoy." The excitement was already building up inside Draco's stomach. Smirking softly he turned towards the raven haired boy, "like I said Harry your plan isn't going to work."