Calvin Jones.
Draco Lucius Malfoy was going to be late for his first day of work, and it was all her fault. If Astoria hadn't kept him up all night, he would have been up earlier. She insisted it was because he spent 40 minutes getting ready, not because she was keeping him busy half the time he could have been sleeping.
It's not like he's allowed to be late for a train ride to Hogwarts. McGonagall would surely be scolding him for a few days.
The doors shut the second he had gotten onto the train, almost catching the tail of his robes.
Once again, if Astoria wouldn't have been so absolutely insufferable, he would have been here sooner.
Draco let out a deep breath and sat in a booth, pulling his suitcase next to him.
This time, Draco wasn't going back to Hogwarts as a student. He was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts; but it was only for a year or 2. He was surprised one of the golden trio had scooped up the job opportunity yet.
He supposed it was because Potter had nearly been killed each time a new DADA teacher came, and it would be bad mojo to be the teacher himself, or his friends.
Draco shut his eyes and put his face into his elbows on the table.
He was a bit worried about how his students would treat him. He had been a death eater, after all. But so was Barty Crouch Jr., right? They hadn't exactly known that, but most of the class liked him. Draco had despised him after the spider incident.
Especially after his own father had used two of the curses on him. He had put that spider through hell for an audience of students. 14 year old kids, being forced to watch an innocent little pesk of a bug be tortured.
It wasn't that Draco was fond of spiders; he didn't like most animals, in fact. He just didn't think it was necessary.
I'm going to be better than him.
Draco hadn't been to Hogwarts in 6 years, now being 25 years old. He took up reading Hogwarts: a History, on his way there.
Nothing he didn't already know, which didn't help much.
He was going to be the head of Slytherin, because apparently the potions teacher didn't feel like it, and Draco was the next best bet. Draco wasn't exactly sure if he could practically raise over 250 Slytherins, but hey, he'd figure it out.
Right?
He was sure this was going to be easy. It couldn't be that hard.
-
He got off the train, meeting a few first year students he could tell would be his own.
When he made his way to the Great Hall to sit at the professors table, he hadn't noticed.
He had sat down, the kids had all been sorted, Mcgonagall took to introducing the teachers.
"And your Transfiguration teacher," McGonagall stopped for a minute for Hannah Abbot to stand, "Hannah Abbot! All pupils are to call her by-"
Draco zoned out the second his eyes locked onto a bright shade of green.
"And your potions teacher, Harry Potter!"
The green rose from its spot as he stood.
Cheers erupted from the students.
Potter turned a bit pink, bowed and sat down.
"And this is your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Draco Malfoy!" McGonagall gave him a big smile, but Draco couldn't help but feel ashamed because of the faces coming from the students. He stood up anyways.
A few claps and cheers came his way. He waved awkwardly and sat back down.
He still felt eyes on him.
Maybe they thought he would hurt them.
He kept his eyes on Potter for most of dinner, looking away occasionally to take a bite of mashed potatoes or green beans.
-
"And you two will sleep here." McGonagall said, showing Harry and Draco to a big living space. Dumbledore's old office.
"But there's only one room…" Potter said in a tone that sounded more like a question than a statement.
"We've put a wall between his room, because it was rather large, and now there's 2 doors. Now, I won't have you two fighting before classes even start. If you start arguing in front of students, you're both out." McGonagall sighed, and shook her head. "Please try to get along. You're older now. You two are 25 now, there is no reason that 2 grown men can't be civil."
"Alright." Draco shrugged.
Harry gave him a rather foul look.
"Don't try anything, Malfoy."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Boys!" McGonagall snapped, "What did I just say?"
"No fighting." Harry muttered.
"Good. Now off to bed, you both have big days tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am." Draco said, walking past her to his room.
Harry watched him shut the door.
"How can you trust him?" Harry asked angrily.
"I have forgiven him, Harry. He was only 17. Maybe you, too, should try it." McGonagall's hand moved to his shoulder, "Please don't fight him."
"Fine." Harry gruffed and ran past her.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight Minerva."
-
"Malfoy I swear if you can't hurry the hell up I'll piss myself!"
"Wouldn't that be a sight for the young ones?" Draco teased from inside the bathroom.
"Hurry u-"
The door flung open and hit Harry in the forehead.
"Ow!" Harry scowled to Draco, who sported a smirk.
Harry rushed into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door.
Draco slid his last robe on and made his way to breakfast.
Harry evil eyed him during all of breakfast.
They both went separate ways after 45 minutes in the Great Hall, each heading to their classrooms.
Kids rushed around to go watch others play around on brooms.
Luckily they started on a weekend, so Draco could get used to his classroom.
He was worried. He didn't want to be a bad professor, but there was no guarantee he wouldn't lose his temper a couple times at least.
"Mr.Malfoy?" A first year peaked his head into the room.
"Hello." Draco turned around with a smile, "Can I help you?"
"I wanted to know where the bathrooms are?" He squeaked, "My name's Calvin by the way. Calvin Jones."
"Calvin? Well, let me show you there." Draco walked over to him, and put a hand on the boy's shoulder, walking him to a bathroom, smiling at the short Gryffindor boy.