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It was the beginning of a very long day, or a very long winter. The sun was invisible in the afternoon sky, covered by a thick blanket of snow and fog. The fall leaves had been covered by the heavy snow, leaving no trace of the season behind. The soft snow crunching underneath feet, leaving prints in the delicate snow could be seen from the tallest of towers.

It was in his office that Harry found himself looking over the grounds at the freshly falling snow and the laughing students lobbing snowballs at each other. A small smile played on his lips as he thought back to his years as a student.

Turning from the window he slumped down behind his desk and watched the pictures moving. Reaching out, he snatched up the picture of a sneering blond teenager, he liked this Draco. Setting it down, he picked up another photograph of two young men, holding each other, but Harry preferred this Draco. The dark haired boy grinned up at him while the blond boy pretended not to notice the camera.

They looked happy, at peace with their lives as they embraced each other. Tearing away from his thoughts he glanced up to see the boy in the picture standing before him. But the boy in this photograph had grown into a man: a cold, dark, bitter man.

Harry flashed him a vibrant smile before tilting his head curiously. "It's been a while since I've seen you. Are you still eating?" Draco kept his eyes fixed on Harry, "I order out. The food here is vile. But I didn't come to discuss the cuisine with you headmaster."

"Of course you didn't Draco." Harry stared longingly at the boy in the picture, wondering where he went. "Why did you come to speak with me then?" His eyes clouded over as he watched Draco's hard face.

"It's about my job." Harry cocked his eyebrow gently, keeping his eyes trained on the boy. "So you heard Professor Tremulous was retiring. Sadly, it's only been a few months with his boisterous attitude illuminating the classroom. But alas, he is retiring."

Draco tried not to show any emotion on his face as the hope swelled inside of him. "Well, obviously the position is open now-" Draco rolled his eyes as Harry's hand shot up. "And you thought that you'd be the perfect candidate."

"Who else? Who has the experience that I have headmaster." Harry chuckled softly before flipping the pictures on his desk down to avoid looking at them. He slipped from behind his desk and made his way towards Draco.

Sliding his arms around the boy's waist he leant forward, placing a soft kiss along the boy's neck. "What are you willing to do for the job?" His hand wound its way onto Draco's hip as his fingers stroked the boy's hair. He could feel Draco's body become stiff in his grip and laughed softly into his ear. "Are you willing to do whatever I want?"

Hearing his smooth silky voice so close to his ear sent shivers up and down Draco's spine. "You...You wouldn't abuse your position. You're using your position as my superior to take advantage of me." His mind was screaming one thing, his body another.

He could feel Harry's head shaking against him. "I'm only taking what's rightfully mine." Looping his arm around his waist he began guiding the boy over to his desk and with a wave of his hand the contents currently residing there had disappeared. Shoving Draco down onto the desk he hovered over the wide eyed boy.

"You.. You can't do this!" Draco's eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to push himself off the desk. Harry frowned, eyeing the boy carefully. "But I can Draco. I'm the headmaster, and as such, I rule over you." Waving his hand over his body, he watched the ropes wound their way around his wrists, binding him, and the silk cloth wrapped around his mouth. "Much better."

Leaning over, he ran his fingers along the buttons of Draco's shirt, popping them one by one until his chest was exposed. "If you're a good boy Draco, you can have that job." Ice daggers glared up at him as the boy withered against the desk.

Tisking softly, Harry leaned down, trailing his lips along the boys' collar bone and down his chest. "If you're going to be like that you'll get nothing." Crawling on top of the Draco, he bent down to capture the boy's perfect nipple into his mouth. A strangled moan fell from the gagged boy's lips and Harry smirked.

Jerking back he glanced towards the loud knock on the door. He could feel Draco's breathing stagger as the door cracked open and a small, young woman poked her head in. "Headmaster.." She trailed off, her face a nice shade of pink. "I.. There is someone here who would like to speak to you." She tried desperately to avert her gaze anywhere but the two men straddling on the desk.

"I.. er.." Harry glanced down at the blushing Draco, or was he furious? "Send them in Professor Parkinson." She nodded and turned from the boys allowing Harry to slide off Draco and straighten his own cloak. He ignored the muffled yells coming from Draco's direction.

A tall woman with flowing brown hair down to her waist entered the room. Her hair hung loosely in front of her pale green eyes. She was a thin woman, dressed in pale green robes to match her eyes and she almost reached Harry's height. The robes were held together with a small silver salamander.

She was smiling, but it seemed distant and overly friendly. "Good evening headmaster, thank you for seeing me." Harry smiled back, trying his best to hide the boy behind him. He slid his hands back and shoved with all his might, knocking the boy behind his desk and out of sight.

"It's not a problem Miss.." She chuckled softly and it sounded like wind chimes, soft and delicate. "Mrs., actually. Mrs. Astoria Greengrass."

Harry nodded his head politely, thanking Merlin Draco was bound and gagged and that his yells could only be faintly heard. "What can I do for you Mrs. Greengrass." He watched as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a faint photograph.

"I'm looking for someone. I was told he has a job here." She passed the photograph towards the headmaster. Harry stared, confused, dumbfounded. "I.. You're looking for the man in this picture?" His eyes were glued to the picture of Draco's arms wrapped around this woman, the stars shining above their heads. Every so often he'd lean down over her and press his lips to hers, causing her to sigh.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Greengrass, but how do you know this man." She reached out, taking the worn photograph back. Her smile was sad, farther away than before. "He's my.. husband." Sputtering he gazed at the lean woman standing in front of him. "You're.. He's your.." he shook his head trying to clear his mind.

"I had no idea he was married." Her smile had now turned into a frown, "He never told you about me?" Harry shook his head and she sighed, sliding the photograph back into her cloak pocket. "I'm not surprised. The beginning of our marriage were the better years. As time slipped away, he became more distant, more.." she struggled to find the right word, "bitter.

"He would leave in a bad mood and come home in a worse mood. He didn't want to talk about anything. I stayed with him of course, my love for him as strong as the secret he was burdened with. And then, I woke up one particular cold morning to find the bed empty. I thought the worst, but the note on the bedside table told me the truth of the matter. He had run away. Run away from himself, from his feelings, and from what keeps him chained up inside."

Harry could no longer bring his eyes to meet hers. "I'm unsure of where he is at this moment," he felt guilty for lying to her. "But I can have someone give you the tour of the castle while I track him down."

She smiled greatfully at the headmaster. "I'd very much like that, thank you." He nodded once, gesturing towards the door. "After you."

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Ginny stared at the woman who was a considerable size taller than herself. "You say you're Draco's wife?" She gave the woman a puzzling look.

Astoria kept her hands to herself, just enjoying the scenery as Ginny pointed things out. "Yes, I'm his wife." The conversation between the two never advanced past a few words of appreciation of the castle.

"I had no idea that Draco was married," Ginny said after the moments of silence. "No one seems to," she replied shortly. "Draco kept me in the dark about this part of his life, as I see he's done to all of you about me. Were you a friend of his?"

Laughing loudly, she bent over to clutch her side to keep it from splitting in two. Astoria looked offended. "I don't mean to offend Mrs. Greengrass. Draco and I were always the farthest thing from friends. I wouldn't say we were enemies, although he was never very fond of me, and now I can hardly stand him, no offense. But Harry was always my friend, and at one point, a little more.

"I don't know what changed between those two to turn them who they are today. Whatever it was, Draco is the only person standing in my way." She turned to glance at Astoria, but she had fallen behind and just stared at Ginny.

"I'm not sure I follow you. What do you mean, standing in your way?" Ginny's face went pale, realizing what she had done. "You... You didn't know. Oh, I am so sorry Mrs. Greengrass. I thought Harry would have told you about his relationship with Draco."

Her eyes gazed at something past Ginny's head. "Draco's having a relationship with a man? The headmaster?" She turned to face Ginny. "That is absolutely disgusting. Two men having a relationship? What would Draco's father say if he were still here! His mother would be turning over in her grave! I came here to fetch Draco, but now it seems I've got to save him as well."

Ginny stared stunned at the woman who only a few seconds ago she had nothing in common with. "You want Draco back, and I want Harry back." The wheels inside her head slowly began turning. "If we work together, I see no reason as to why we both can't get what we want."

Astoria was smiling again, a mischievous sort of smile. "I like the way you think, Ginny Weasley."

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I want to thank Jay, for giving me the idea of Astoria. I needed that extra character for Ginny's sake, but I was going to make Draco's "wife" a man. But I much rather prefer Astoria.

So thank you Jay!