Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 14

Finally school started. Draco was called in after all the children were sorted. "Draco Malfoy as our new Potions Master!" She said, pleased. Draco had a big red mark on his cheek. As soon as McGonagall had seen him again she smacked him as hard as she could. For being a pain in the ass she said. Once the clapping stopped and Draco was seated she said, "And our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, Harry Potter!" And Harry entered, Sirius trotting at his side.

The start of school was...painful. Apparently after four years, Minerva still held a grudge. "This pain in the ass is your new Potions Master..." He muttered, rubbing his cheek. But it was good to be back. He forced a smile as he was introduced, but noticed there was still an empty chair. And when Harry's name was called, Draco fell out of his chair in surprise. Last he knew Harry hadn't finished school. Wild man Potter was a teacher! This was going to be a weird year...

Gryffindor's cheered, standing on their seats as Harry walked past. He laughed and motioned for them to sit down. He was going to be head of Gryffindor this year. He too had a big red mark on his cheek. McGonagall didn't like the fact that he just left the school without a word. Harry took his seat next to Draco and smiled at him coyly. "Surprised?"

"Watch it or I'll give you a fat lip to add to the red cheek." Yup, he was still as bitter as ever. He looked over at the Slytherin table. They were his, with Slughorn leaving he was given Head of House. But why? Looking around the table, he realized he was the only teacher from Slytherin. Well...that explained Snape's bitterness towards his fellow teachers most of the time. "When did you have time to graduate?" He muttered. He felt bad that he didn't finish his year at Hogwarts, that all his papers were signed by Durmstrang.

"Technically, about a week after my visit to your home. I asked Minerva for the test, took it and I graduated." He didn't looked at Draco anymore, instead he stared down at his plate as he ate. "...I'm sorry I wasn't there...I was scared and you didn't remember. I didn't want to burden you with me..." He sighed. "I never stopped loving you." He said quietly. "As soon as I got out of Mungos I looked for you. I traveled all over the world, trying to find you. I guess...I never expected that...you wouldn't love me back." He gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his head. "But now I'm here." He gave him a confident look. "I'll win you over...somehow."

"Yes yes. Well...you're here and I'm here...and we have matching red cheeks...that's something in common...right?" He looked away from Potter, and back at the Slytherin table, smirking at them. Fours years, and yet some of them, the older ones, seemed to remember him. How could you really ever forget Draco Malfoy?

"We both left Hogwarts and we both came back. There's something else." He grinned and went back to eat. "Oh yeah! Before I forget." He leaned close to Malfoy, whispering in his ear. "I love you." And then he went right back to happily eating his chicken. "Mmmmm! I will say this, Hogwarts has the best food!"

He blushed beet red, and stuffed his mouth full of potatoes. "Mmhmm." he agreed, though it was the truth. Durmstrang food was all meat and potatoes...and a lot of stuff he couldn't identify. And living off of McDonald's food, microwavable tacos and instant noodles wasn't exactly the highlight of his life either. Yup, Hogwarts was the best.

Harry laughed and continued eating. When he finished he made sure his Prefects knew to take all the first years to their dorms and off they went. Harry went to his new room and collapsed in an oversized ultra thick and beyond soft recliner. He leaned back and stared at the fire. Pain was in his heart. A great thundering pain. But he would win Draco back. No matter the cost.

They all finished about the same time, yet unlike Potter, Draco helped herd the students to the Common Room, and in turn, to the dorms. Then he returned to his room and sighed happily for the first time. Silk sheets, some of Snape's books on his shelves. It was luxurious. And yet it seemed empty, and he didn't know why.

Harry lay back for a long time. Keeping time. Finally he figured Draco was asleep. He stood and went to Draco's room silently. He moved over to Draco's side and knelt down next to him. He gently brushed Draco's hair from his face. Why? ...WHY? Why don't you love me? We were so happy... he thought.

"This is boarder-lining on creepy stalker..." Draco muttered, wrapping his blanket around himself tighter. Whether Draco was awake, or talking in his sleep though, that was the question.

Harry froze, and quickly pulled his invisibility cloak over his head, hiding him from view. He sat there, staring at him. Waiting to see if Draco was awake. But he couldn't help himself from inching closer.

"I can see right through...that stupid cloak of yourself...Potter, now either kiss me or...get the hell out." Sleeping. And apparently still bitter and angry in his sleep. Probably because that's where the memories were let out, he didn't try to suppress them in his sleep.

Harry sat there staring at him. He pushed back his hood just enough so he would be able to kiss him. "...I love you..." He whispered and inched closer to him. "Even if you don't love me back." And then he kissed him. Softly so as not to wake him up.

"I do love you..." he seemed to mutter. "Just give me...time." And when the kiss was done, Draco rolled over in his sleep and snuggled deeper under the covers, a small smile on him face.

Harry stared at him. Wide eyes. Tears filled them and fell silently down his face. He scooted away, then he stood and hurried from the room. He closed the door quietly, then he leaned against it. "You idiot." He muttered to himself.

Part of Draco had admitted it, but part told Harry to wait. It was how Draco's mind was right now, he was torn. He didn't even know what he was saying right now.

Harry stayed there for a long time, until he got a hold of himself. THen he went back to his own room and collapsed into his bed. He lay there for a while, thinking about Draco. He loved him...they loved each other...but the Draco of this time line was scared...Harry fell asleep.

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Draco awoke, thinking about Harry, he also awoke with a certain problem. He supposed that what he deserved for letting his past memories run wild during the night. He dealt with the 'problem' with a cold shower, leaving him frustrated and cranky, despite the amazing night sleep he had. But none the less, he got up and started to get dressed.

Harry met up with him as he left his room. "Draco!" He caught up with him to walk side by side. "In about two weeks we're supposed to have some guest teachers arriving from Durmstrang. They're only staying for a week or so, but we're supposed to get things ready for them. And Minerva assigned you and I the task of getting their rooms ready." Truthfully, Harry had gone ahead to Minerva and practically begged her to assign him and Draco to the task. More time alone together! His knees were still sore from kneeling on the ground and scooting closer to her...

"That shouldn't take us too long. Anyone I might know?" And then it hit him that Potter didn't know he went to Durmstrang and graduated there. Or taught there for a year. Hmmm...to think you could love someone, but not even know them.

"Um...well...it's a group I heard about from my memories. But I don't know if you know them in this time or not. Their names are...um..." He dug into his pocket and pulled out a paper. "Um...Akita, Sakura, Kuri and Subu..."

Did he know them? Did he KNOW them! When he was at school there, for the tests, they met, but it wasn't much. They seemed familiar, that was it. But they gotten closer that year he went to teach. Hell, those girls were hot, though he would deny thinking about them sexually. He was Draco Malfoy, why did you have to ask? He also remembered them a little more, and they'd become...friends. For the most part. "No idea who they are." He decided lying was the best bet for now. Why were they coming to Hogwarts?

Harry looked a bit sad about that. He had hoped they were friends...that they could help him. They had before. He sighed. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. We can use this time to catch up...I feel like I barely know you." He might have never cared, be he had always know Potter. His likes and dislikes, how to get under his skin. This guy before him was completely different.

Harry looked at him in a bit of surprised. He felt hope rising in him. And he struggled to keep it at bay. "I...um...well what did you want to know?" Sirius came running around the corner and stopped to trot along side them.

"That's not how it works, I'm not playing twenty questions with you. We'll just...talk. And thanks for volunteering me for this." Clearly he knew that Potter was sneaky enough to do something like bring his name up for extra work.

Harry looked at him in feigned shock. "I didn't do anything!" He pouted. Not liking that he had gotten found out. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Lets see...I went to Mungos and after I got all of my memories back I went in search of you." Sirius barked. Harry chuckled and patted his head. "Sorry. I went and got Sirius first and THEN searched for you." Sirius's tongue lolled out and he wagged his tail. Harry looked back at Draco. "I went to America, Canada, Mexico, South America...Asia...THAT one was a pain in the ass. Australia. Africa. And then back to Europe and London." He shook his head. "And I learned, I REALLY REALLY hate sand." He rubbed his butt at the memory. "Nothing worse than sand up your butt."

"And that would be your guilty face." He smirked, knowing Harry was kicking himself for being found out. He reached down and petted Sirius, knowing Olivia was probably asleep on his pillow right about now. "Why would you look for me in Australia!" It seemed beyond his capacity to understand that. Apparently he looked everywhere by where Draco was.

Harry bit his lip and bowed his head. "I dunno. I was really worried. And I wanted to find you. I followed every little bit of information I could find." He looked at Draco. "What about you. What were you doing?"

"And information led you to Australia? You need some new sources." He smirked though, and sighed. "After you admitted yourself...I went to Snape's, I lived there until the school year was almost over. Since I didn't have the nerve to face Minerva...I went to Durmstrang...graduated there." He looked down at the ground, almost ashamed. "After that my trail probably went cold, became an Auror in training for a year, until I almost died. Went to Durmstrang...taught potions there for a year...and after that...well, you saw my place, we don't need to talk about how my life went from there..."

Harry frowned and pushed him. "So you lied to me just a few seconds ago!"

"Just because I taught there doesn't mean I know them! I kept to myself!" He was a much more graceful liar then Potter. And keeping to himself, it was possible.

Harry sighed. "And to think I'm madly in love with you." He muttered quietly to himself. He shook his head. "So. Why Snape's? Did you learn anything there that you wanted to know?"

"I'm here aren't I?" He looked at the ground again. "I scored top marks on the Potion's N.E.W.T. No one's done that since Severus. He's probably the reason I wasn't the street bum and you were." He smirked playfully.

Harry sighed. "I wasn't a street bum. Yes I was living on the streets. But I have money." He shook his head. "You mean you actually have been trying hard to learn something?" He gave him a completely shocked look. "I'm surprised!"

"Drop dead Potter..." He grumbled, looking away. Harry just had to rub in the money part. Rub in the fact he was completely broke. Well...he'd be alright now, with this job, as long as he held onto it, didn't screw it up. Would be a shame to get fired.

"Oh! Don't be that way!" Harry rushed forward hugging Draco close. "I'm sorry Draco." He said, rubbing his face in Malfoy's hair. "Baby shampoo. Nice to know some things never change."

Draco pushed away. "It was cheap." He muttered. Some things never changed. Then why did that hug actually feel good? Why had the unintentional comment about money get him all pissed off? Something had changed...and he wished he understood it.

Harry rolled his eyes. "You used it even when you HAD money. You use it because it makes your hair so soft and cuddly!" He patted Draco's head.

"Cuddly!" He swatted Harry's hands away and frowned. He was not cuddly. Puppies were cuddly. "Never use that word to describe me again..."

Harry smirked and grabbed Draco's chin, moving to a hair's breath away he whispered quietly. "Then should I say sexy? Making me want to run my fingers through your hair like this?" And with his free hand he did just that. A small smirk on his face. Then came the 'Eeeeeeee's'. Harry looked over at the small group of blushing happy girls. Harry released Draco and went over to them laughing. "Alright your four, off to breakfast with you."

Eeeee's was right, however the disgusted look Draco gave Harry made two of the girls frown, which only got worse as he took the chance to run away. And hide. Outside. Away from everything right now.

"Oh! Hey! Draco!" Harry tried to run after him but then sighed. He looked at Sirius. "Follow him." He said, and he turned and went to the Great Hall. Sirius took off running at full speed. He sniffed the air and followed it to Draco's scent. He tilted his head up at Draco.

He scowled at the dog and sighed. How could he think when Potter wasn't going to leave him alone for a minute. It wasn't like he was going to drown himself in the lake or go and revive the Dark Lord. He needed peace and quiet. "Go away you dumb mutt." He growled.

Sirius huffed and took a seat next to him. Then he tilted his head at him and nuzzled against his hand.

"I said no." He muttered, pulling his hand away, crossing his arms. How was he supposed to trust, and figure out if he liked Potter, if he was faced with Potter's obsession to keep him safe. In the memories, when he was facing Ginny, he was able to go in alone, and Potter trusted him. What changed?

Sirius whined and laid down next to him, his head resting on his paws. Harry joined them a few minutes later, handing Draco some toast. "Breakfast." He said, and a sad look passed over his face. He looked at Sirius. "Come on boy. Lets get you something to eat too." He patted his leg. Sirius stood, whined again, looking at Draco, and then went to Harry, walking with him back to the school.

"I don't eat breakfast..." He muttered, and as Harry and the dog left, Draco took his toast and hurried off, knowing wherever he went that bloody mutt would find him. He found himself a ledge against the wall in the courtyard, and he ate the toast a little too quickly.