I took so long to update, I am SO sorry.
Harry is a snake, as well as a pervert, and perhaps the rest of the staff. Oh well, Right?

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"Mr. Ogmund, I suggest you pay attention to what you're doing," the tired professor said, tapping his desk just as Kevin Ogmund was pouring his ingredients. He walked around, surveying his students with much disdain; just as his previous successor had.

Draco had taken this job for one reason, not because he loved potions; he was definately good at it, but he never fathomed working in it. Draco's job was glamorous. Aside from nasty cauldron cleaning, and even nastier children, Draco still admired this job from back when he attended Hogwarts.

His true passion was to work in the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Games and Sports as a healer. Harry had never been one to take caution, so after the number of countless times he'd fall off his broomstick, Draco decided to take it upon him and learn about healing. It was a gruesome task, there were over a hundred books from How to Heal the Unhealable to Healing Your Stolen Dragon.

Regardless, it was well worth the extra work when Draco would end up tending Harry after a particularily tiring match. Nothing was more relaxing, not to mention sexual, as Draco's strong arms moving across his skin, massaging deep into the knots. The smell of oils often wafted through the cracks under the door of one Slytherin Head Boy's private chambers, causing half the school to go into allergy fits.

Draco jerked his mind from his thoughts just in time to notice the black sticky substance pouring profusely from the cauldron in front of two smirking boys and a group of sobbing girls. "P...Professor!" One girl spoke through choked tears. She pointed to the cauldron dramatically and then to the boys as big crocodile tears poured from her twinkling eyes. The boys broke out into a fit of laughter as Draco swooped down on them, lifting each boy by the hoods of their cloaks so their feet were no longer connected with the ground.

"So you think you're funny do you?" Draco sneered down at the wide eyed boys. "It...It was just a joke Professor Malfoy." The other boy nodded his head in agreement quickly. "N..No harm done.." Draco pushed the boys towards the ground, as the black mess sat inches away from their noses. The mixture gave off a rotten smell like owl droppings and rotten eggs. Draco gave the boys another shove so their noses were now touching the substance.

"Does this look like no harm to you? Not only have you ruined a perfectly good cauldron, the floor is now stained. And with any luck, so are your faces." Draco dropped the boys as they scrambled to stay clear of the mess. Draco turned to the whimpering girls and rolled his eyes, then realizing why he had given up on them all together.

"Quit your sniffling," he said, waving his hand and causing the cauldron to vanish. He pointed to the two boys sitting on the floor, "Come with me." He made his way out of the classroom, glancing back to ensure they were following. "Bloody kids," he muttered under his breath reaching the large wooden door. The door swung open and Harry stared down at Draco, a smug look plastered his face.

"I knew someone was coming!" He explained cheerfully. His eyes wandered down towards the two sheepish looking boys. Harry sighed, the smile slipping from his face, "come in then." Draco gave the boys a shove, pushing them into the room and down into the two chairs in front of the Headmasters desk.

"So," he said clearing his throat, "who'd like to explain what happened?"

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"Welcome professors," he started, shuffling the papers in front of him. He peered over his dark rimmed glasses, glancing around at the grinning faces. "Glad to have you all on board." They all nodded and smiled warmly over at him.

The room grew quiet as Harry took the moment to bring up each professors form. Draco rolls his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, surveying the room. His eyes caught on a bright red headed girl sitting a few seats a way. His eyes widened slightly, not quite registering who she was.

"I apologize for the delayed meeting. I hope all your classes went well the other day. Things have been in a bit of a bind, but they should be well sorted out by now." Harry said, grinning across the table.

"I'd just like to say welcome to Hogwarts; this year promises to be a memorable one.

I would also like to take the time to welcome a few new professors." He gestured towards the grinning freckled girl to his right. "I'd like you all to welcome professor Ginny Weasley," he offered, grinning from ear to ear as he stared over at the girl fondly. She rose to her feet and took a polite bow.

"She'll be teaching as well as refereeing the Quidditch matches." Draco inwardly smacked himself. How could he not have known; vibrant red hair, freckles, had to be a Weasley.

"As well as Professor Draco Malfoy," Draco reared his head and stared up at Harry. He stood up slowly as he was being addressed. "Master Malfoy was formerly in charge of potions but due to-" "Formerly?!" He stuttered out. Harry gave Draco a warning look, "I ask you not to interrupt Professor Malfoy. And yes, formerly. I mentioned to you the other day of previous applicants who were much more impressive." Draco narrowed his eyes, unaware that all eyes had fallen on them.

Harry smiled, trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Professor Remulous, will now take over Potions." Harry turned to Draco, a small smirk dancing on his face. "Professor Malfoy, you've been demoted to the infirmary, as a healer."

Draco's face would have paled if it could. "Pardon me?" He hissed out in a low voice. The room erupted into a small fit of giggles. Draco turned his head and narrowed his eyes as the room once again feel silent. "Oh, don't take it so personally Draco," Harry drawled, "you've always wanted to be a healer anyways."

Draco sneered, "I beg to differ Potter." Harry's eyes locked with Draco's. "That's Master Potter to you professor. We're all adults here, I'm sure we can deal with this situation in a mature matter, although, there does not seem to be much of a situation." Harry turned his attention back towards the table and cleared his throat. "Back when Draco and I were half way through our 6th year, young Draco brought it upon himself to learn the fine art of healing."

Draco gaped at Harry, muttering in a low hiss under his breath, "keep your bloody mouth shut Potter. That is nobodies business." Harry laughed softly, his eyes dancing with amusement at how easy it was to get to Draco these days. Ignoring Draco he went on with his story. "Quidditch was big that year, the teams were rough, and as I can recall, so was the ground. I must have spent half the Quidditch season on the ground and the other half in the infirmary."

Draco's body trembled, "I said shut up," he said, raising his voice. Harry narrowed his eyes, tired of being constantly interrupted. "I've asked you to mind your manners Draco, it's something you really should work on." He waved his hand and a zipper materialized out of thin air, wrapping itself over Draco's mouth.

"Where was I? Oh right, " he began once again. "I don't know if it was dumb luck, or if it was all planned, but a certain boy would take time from his busy schedule to help Madame Pomfrey in the infirmary, taking aid for yours truly. But it didn't stop there," Harry said, smirking.

"Draco, being the perfect gentlemen that he was, offered to give me my own private care," his smirk only continuing to grow wider.

Draco could feel his face growing hot as he desperately groped at the zipper around his mouth. Slowly he sank down into his chair, avoiding the gazes of the other staff members.

"I remember half the students were in allergy fits because of all the oils that emanated from the room. My personal favorite was Lavender." The room was quiet, the professors on the edge of their seats, the story was too good to pass up, it was just getting to the good parts. Draco shook his head, sinking deeper into his chair as his face burned as bright as Ginny's hair.

Harry stared back at the teachers, smirking as memories filled his head. He closed his eyes momentarily, living the moment over and over. "I can still feel his hands on my body," he said huskily, forgetting for a moment where he was. "Within moments the knots in my legs and back had vanished, his strong, pale hands working along, smoothing each and every one out until I was thoroughly satisfied; and boy was I satisfied." He smirked softly, licking his dry lips.

Harry's eyes flicked opened as he stared over at the wide eyed professors. He let out a nervous laugh, "that seems like a good place to stop." The room groaned in unison, as they straightened themselves out.

Harry glanced around, fixing his eyes on the tomato red Draco. Harry smirked softly and glided over towards the boy. He placed his hand on Draco's cheek and leaned down close to his ear, "Are you angry? Or just embarrassed?" he murmured coolly.

Draco mumbled through the zipper, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry pulled away and laughed softly.

He once again turned his attention to the group and spoke clearly. "I sincerely hope you all enjoy this years term; this meeting is adjourned." The staff rose to their feet noisily, the air filled with animated talk.

"Professor Malfoy, could you please stay behind. I'd like a moment with you." He waved his hand and the zipper disappeared. "I hate you," Draco finally breathed out. Harry rolled his eyes, "save the dramatics Draco." Draco narrowed his eyes at the boy, "That was nobodies business." Harry sighed and walked towards a large oak closet located on his left. "Like they couldn't put two and two together on their own. It's harmless Draco, lighten up. It happened years ago."

Harry reached into the closet, rummaging through the clothing items. "It's still not their bloody business! I don't care if it happened on the moon. What happens behind closed chambers should bloody well stay there!"

Harry rolled his eyes once again, "You're being such a dram queen. You haven't changed much Draco." His hand whipped from the closet as he held up a form fitting white uniform.

Draco raised his eyebrow slowly, "What is that?" Harry frowned, "I thought it was obvious. It's your uniform." Draco's eyebrow rose higher as he stared down at the outfit. "That's a dress." Harry chuckled softly, "Nothing gets past you Draco."

Draco scoffed, "What I meant was, I'm a male, in case you've forgotten." He smirked softly and crossed his arms over his chest. "But I believe you've spent enough time down there to know that well enough, eh Potter?"

Harry's jaw dropped slightly, but he quickly recovered himself, almost matching Draco's earlier color. He shoved the dress towards Draco, "It's policy professor Malfoy. This is your uniform, and you will wear it." Draco snatched the uniform from Harry's hands and stared down at it with distaste.

"This is a dress," Draco stated again, "I will not be caught dead wearing a dress." Harry smirked softly, "but you've always looked so lovely in a dress Draco!" Harry's smirk grew wider at Draco's reactions. He glided over towards him, staring down into his silver eyes.

"Did you forget already? Harry said, frowning. He snaked his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him in closer. "Do you remember the night I conned you into wearing that delectable green silk dress Pansy Parkinson left laying around?" Draco shivered softly, shuttering at the mention of the pug-faced girl. "After we scrubbed it fifty times over?"

Harry laughed softly, and nodded as he continued to stare into Draco's eyes. Draco squirmed softly in the grip of Harry's tight embrace. "Yes, I remember," he admitted. Harry grinned slyly, "I suppose you'd also remember how I couldn't keep my hands off you," he said, sliding his hands from his waist along the sides of his thighs.

Draco hissed out softly, nodding in agreement. Harry licked his lips slowly, staring at the pale skin on Draco's neck. "I missed you," he breathed out huskily. He leaned down closer and placed his lips on the cold skin of his neck. Draco jerked away from Harry, his breathing quickening. "Dammit Draco!" Harry glared at him softly.

Draco shook his head angrily, "Fuck you Potter!" Draco's skin tingled as the feeling of Harry's lips against his skin lingered. "You think because I work for you, you can molest me!?" Harry blinked over at him, stumbling back slightly.

Harry groaned loudly, "Bloody hell Draco." He rubbed his temples and stared over at the blond haired boy. "Must we continue to play this game of cat and mouse?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Stop chasing after me then. You don't bloody get it. You left Harry, you left. I've gotten over you, I don't love you. You should be over this by now! Go chase after that Weaslebe girl because I'm not interested in you, or this."

Draco turned away from Harry, sliding his bag over his shoulder. He made his way towards the door, tears bristling behind his eyes. Harry's eyes saddened as he stared over at the boy. "You don't mean that..." Harry murmured softly. Draco could feel his body trembling as he tried desperately to keep his composure. "I don't love you Harry, I stopped loving you a long time ago. Move on.."

He turned the doorknob and slipped out quietly, closing the door behind himself, and his past, once again.