Chapter 33
Draco knew that there was no chance he was getting out of this the second his students walked into class the next day. It wasn’t that they had bags under their eyes in testament to their brutal study regiment. No, they looked healthier than usual. They had worked together on this. Draco was completely fucked.
“Alright guys, if you guys can brew the perfect Amortentia then Har- sorry Professor Potter, will be coming in to supervise the Veritaserum,” Draco warns hoping to scare them out of it, it’s not working, “Your time starts now.”
Draco sits at his desk and puts his head down in resignation, listening to the sound of students scurrying around eagerly marching towards his doom.
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The entire class completes the potion at the same time.
The entire class also makes flawless potions. He can tell before he even lifts his head from the desk, a smell that is so distinctly Harry filling his classroom. Draco suddenly wants to slam his head into a wall.
“Alright, let me floo him, settle down.”
Draco does go in the backroom and floo Harry. Harrys an arse though and laughs in his face.
“Sorry, sorry, we’re on our way through, but you wanted this.” Harry turns away from the floo and talks to the students behind him, “Alright you’re going through first, behave for Professor Malfoy before I come through.”
One by one a class of twenty comes through and cram themselves up against a far wall, Draco takes it upon himself to shoo them out, “You can go sit in the classroom, no need to crowd.”
When Harry finally comes through he dusts himself off with a grin, “Let’s do this,”
Draco down a shot of Veritaserum, “Let’s.”
Harry walks out first.
“Wow it smells fantastic in here,” Draco hears a sudden shift in Harry’s tone, from lighthearted to deep and threatening, “Alright, while Professor Malfoy is under Veritaserum we will be respectful of his privacy, ask me questions not him, I will decide whether or not they are respectful if one of you ask him something intrusive, I will stun him, and you will be getting detention and 100 points from your house.”
The class nods seeming frightened by Harry.
Draco walks through, “Go on then Professor Potter, ask the question,”
It’s as Harry’s bringing the vial of Amortentia to his nose Draco considers he probably should’ve asked someone else. He’s in love with Harry, Harry doesn’t know that, maybe Harry isn’t ready for love, Draco’s feelings are about to be on open air for Harry. Certainly, Harry knows what he smells like.
“Alright, Draco, you ready?” Harry asks completely unaware of his inner turmoil.
“No.” Draco blurts.
“Do you still wanna go through with it?” Harry asks real concern in his voice, “I’ll obliviate them all right now they won’t even remember asking.”
A chorus of ‘what the fuck Professor Potter?’s sounds off from the classroom.
“No, I think I can do it.” Draco takes a deep breath, “I’m ready.”
“What do you smell in the amortentia?”
As soon as Harry asks it he can feel the immediate push to say ‘You.’
He shoves that down, “Like wood and fire, very warm, so warm.”
He decides the treacle tart was too much of a giveaway and pushes it down. Harry raises an inquisitive eyebrow.
He’s less hesitant with the next one, “My mother.”
The class nods and scribbles notes for some reason.
Harry has a thoughtful look on his face, “Professor Malfoy, can I try something?”
“Go ahead.” Draco just hopes he doesn’t ask a question.
Harry mutters under his breath and Draco can feel the Veritaserum lifting from his system.
“Did it work,” Harry asks head tilted.
Draco sighs, “You must have won the magical lottery, Merlin, you could do anything you wanted to.”
“Probably.”
A Gryffindor pipes up, one from Harry’s class, “Professor Potter will you tell us what you smell.”
“Sure,” Harry grins, “Only fair after I had to hear poor Professor Malfoy’s,”
“On Veritaserum?” The Gryffindor asks hopefully.
“I can resist it, and I just lifted it from Professor Malfoy, Nothing stopping me from doing the same to myself.”
The students sigh but Draco interrupts, “You don’t have to do this Professor Potter,”
Harry smells the amortentia deeply, “It smells, sharp like spearmint, fresh too, it’s really quite lovely, and of course the Burrow.”
Harry doesn’t elaborate on the Burrow for the students but they start jotting down notes anyways.
“Do not go selling that to the prophet,” Draco warns, “If it shows up on the next edition I purchase I am taking 50 points from every person in this room.
“Oh, I forgot people did that.” Harry just seems so disappointed. Draco wants to hold his hand but instead bumps his pinky against his boyfriends.
“They’re not going to Harry,” Draco comforts, before turning back to the class, “Now are they.”
Draco wasn’t actually asking and the class knew it. They shake their heads furiously.
“That wasn’t our intention,” The class injects.
“It doesn’t matter,” Draco says, before smiling in the most threatening manner he can manage, “I get to hear about what you guys smell now.”
The class erupts in chaos, but they queue up anyway. While his class starts to queue up Harry starts lecturing his own students about using potions as projectiles and the like.
“DADA isn’t just about kicking butt either guys,” Harry explains animatedly, “It’s also about keeping yourself healthy, so having a minor healing potion on hand can get you out of a really tight situation, I can think of a few times a healing potion would of done me a world of good.”
Draco thinks it’s nice to be able to watch Harry teach. He captures he attention of each of his students flawlessly and none of them are even slightly distracted by Draco’s own class.
“Professor Malfoy?” He realizes he’s been watching too long and had stopped listening to his students.
“Sorry next.”