Chapter 11
Draco was thrilled to be back in the room, he slumps on the couch and peels his robe off. He doesn’t sit still for long. As Harry starts meandering about the kitchen, Draco drags himself to his skincare cabinet and grabs a yellow facemask that’s supposed to make him ‘dewy’ whatever that means.
Eventually, the smell of a rich tiramisu floats out of the kitchen. When Harry brings it out and settles down next to Draco he opens his computer and sighs, “I don’t know what to watch,”
Draco leans into him, “Then how about nothing, I have some fine quality Odins,”
“I like the sound of that,” Harry floats two glasses and the bottle over to them, the fire-whiskey pours itself and Harry takes a deep swig.
Draco takes his own glass and takes a sip, “I’ve got a sober-up potion in case of emergency, so we’re fine to drink till our heart's content,”
“I don’t suppose you have hangover potions as well?” Harry asks settling into the couch.
“As a matter a-fact,”
***
Two hours later and more than a few drinks in, Draco has shed his face mask and Harry is laughing over the absurdity that Draco doesn’t know basic algebra.
“Weren’t you in advanced arithmancy?” Harry asks incredulously, “What do they teach in that class.”
“Maths?” Draco says, “But like magical maths,”
“What makes maths magical?” Harry asks, skeptically.
Draco waves a dismissive hand and mutters indistincly, “Patterns and the like, fiboncini sequence.”
“But you couldn’t solve for X?” Harry asks writing a question down on paper.
Draco squints,”Nope.”
“Well that has to be remedied.”
This is what causes them to spend a good fifteen minutes trying to teach Draco algebra whilst they're both wasted, which is consequently what causes them to end up covered in ink, which is consequently what causes them to wrestle each other covered ink, which is consequently what caused them both to be shirtless, plastered, and covered in ink when a group of students knocked on the door.
Leading around multiple students was Jamie Smoul who looked at the two professors like they were crazy.
To be fair they likely looked it.
***
“Algebra.” Professor Potter slurs after a few moments.
Jamie blinked at the two of them, “Algebra?”
“Algebra” Professor Malfoy agrees solemnly, “It’s nonsense isn’t it.”
Jamie blinks, “I’m getting Headmistress Mcgongal.”
“No,” Professor Potter stumbles foreward, “What is it you need.”
“I really don’t think you can help me with it at the moment.” Says Nigel, who is really the reason Jamie was here in the first place.
“Nonsn- None- Nonsense. Nonsense, what is it you need,” Professor Potter eventually manages to get out.
“Nigel has boy problems,” Sung Opal, a second year from hufflepuff who usually wasn’t all that annoying.
“Ms. Jeseps I’m not sure you’re meant to be down stairs.” Squints Professor Malfoy.
Jamie raises an eyebrow, “I don’t much think you’re in a position to argue,”
“I knew you were meant for Slytherin Ms. Smoul,” Professor Potter says elbowing Professor Malfoy cheerfully, “Didn’t I Draco?”
“He quite did,” Professor Malfoy nods.
“Anyways, you can come in if you’d like, we’ve got- erhm- Hot coco?” Professor Potter looks to Professor Malfoy for confirmation.
Entering the professors chamber was shocking, the room was neat if not for the algebraic equations smeared in messy handwriting on the wand.
“Excuse that,” Professor Potter waved his hand and the ink disappeared, “Now about these boy problems?”
Professor Potter heads to the kitchen to prepare the hot chocolate.
Nigel flushes a vibrant red.
“You know Edison Burke?” Opal leans forewards towards Professor Malfoy, “Nigel here is totally and hopelessly in love with him.”
“Opal,” Nigel hisses.
“Burke? Like Rosemund Burkes brother?” Professor Malfoy asks.
Professor Potter returns from the small kitchen stumbling slightly, with three hot chocolates following behind him, as well as two half dranken glasses.
“Can they have some-” He looks up and says the next thing very slowly, “Tirimisu,”
“They do not need any espres- espresed- espresso, at this time of night.” Professor Malfoy says sternly.
“But Draco, I made a fork-ton of it.” Professor Potter draws out the F for a long time.
“Its almost midnight.” Professor Malfoy gives him a stern look as Professor Potter floats out what is definitely classified as a fuck-ton of tiramasu.
“Merlins Beard, Harry why did you make all that for.”
“Shhhh, now Nigel tell me about these boy problems?”
“Opal is exaggerating,” he sends a glare in Opals direction.
“Mr. Berke is a good kid,” Professor Potter says smiling gently.
“Its mostly just he keeps telling me I have a beautiful laugh, and is that like in gay way?” The two professors look at eachother with what Jamie would call a no shit expression.
“Nigel…” Professor Malfoy says warmly, “That appears to be in a very gay way.”
Nigel blushes, “But what if I’m getting the wrong signals, he seems very straight…”
“You know who’s not straight,” Professor Malfoy asks, “Professor Potter.”
“We definitely already knew that.” Nigel points out.
Professor Malfoy nods, “but from looking at him would you have guessed?”
Jamie exchanges a look with the rest of the group, “I guess not,”
“I’m offended, I am the most sterotypically bisexual man on the planet.” Professor Potter holds a hand to his chest in mock offense.
The group of students laugh and say their goodbyes.
***
Harry knows he drank too much, his head was heavy, and his vision was wavy. After spelling away the ink splattered everywhere, Harry stumbled into the living room and took Draco by both shoulders.
“I feel hefty,” Harry slurred, staring deeply into Dracos eyes.
Draco pats Harry on the head seriously, “I’m sure”
“We should do something about that.” Harry points out.
“Such as?” Draco inquires.
Harry hums for several moments knowing that he’s swaying his feet more than a little.
“Maybe…” He pauses, draws out the E, “Sleep?”
Draco stares at Harry for several moments, “Sounds delightful,”
The two professors stumbled into their bedroom, and collapsed on their bed, falling into a heavy sleep.