Professor Ferret | Drarry

Professor Ferret

"Professor Ferret?" Draco heard a smug little voice call him. He sighed and with a muttered curse turned to face the boy.

"Albus, how many times have I told you not to call me that?" He asked, exasperated.

"Exactly 2345 times, sir." He smiled smugly. Draco heaved another sigh. Potter's kid was as trying as he remembers the man himself being. Of course.

"How many times will I need to tell you before you stop?" He asked again, not quite managing to glare despite his best efforts.

"At least a few thousand more times sir." Albus replied brightly. 

"What do you need Albus?" Draco finally asks, sitting down behind his desk in the classroom. He was wiping the board when the bugger came in.

Albus gave a shy smile and explained his issue. Surprisingly enough, Potter's kid excelled at Potions, and was one of Draco's best students. Miracles do exist it seems. Ever since he returned as a teacher at Hogwarts and learned that Harry Potter's son would be in his class, the infuriating child had not stopped calling him 'Professor Ferret'. At first it was almost amusing, what with his and Potter's history, however now it had spread to his colleagues as well, and there were only so much kind, yet still incredibly smug grins Draco could take from Minerva.

He listened to the boy, who startlingly resembled his father, and tried his best to explain it. From his facial expressions, he could gauge that Albus understood, and Draco couldn't help but feel incredibly proud, despite himself. As the boy was about to leave, Draco stopped him however:

"Albus, a moment." He might be on of the brightest students, but he was not exempt from consequences for his behavior.

"Yes, professor?" The stupid cheeky grin reminded Draco of Potter senior too much.

"I would like a word with your father. Please owl him to come see me at his earliest convenience." 

Draco smoothed down his shirt, getting a nod from Albus, then the boy disappeared out the door. He slouched in the chair and rubbed his temples. That kid would be the death of him. He felt queasy, and cursed himself for it. It's been years, facing Potter again should not be as vexing of a thought as it was.

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"I was wondering how long it would take before you broke." Potter grinned at him upon entering Draco's office, and the blonde suppressed a sigh. That's his opening line, after nearly a decade? Pitiful, though Draco expected as much.

"Good to see you too Potter." He forced through a tight smile, pointing Potter to a chair to take a seat. The man did. Draco had to begrudgingly admit, he aged well, the bastard.

"Always a delight, Malfoy." Potter outstretched his hand for a handshake, eyes glinting in a way that irked Draco still, all these years later.

"Really?" He couldn't help but roll his eyes, but he shook Potter's hand nonetheless. 

"So, why am I here?" Potter leaned back into the chair, and crossed his arms over his chest. He had that damn infuriating smile on his face still.

"I'm sure you're aware. It was kind of amusing at first, I'll admit. Have this strange kid run up to me yelling 'Professor Ferret' until I realized whose child it was."

"The rats nest of hair didn't give it away from the get-go?" Potter chuckled.

Draco sighed. He wasn't sure how someone that damnably attractive could be so annoying.

"Still as annoying as ever. Talk to your kid Potter, the joke's old."

Another easy smile. Honestly, how could the wanker act so casual? As if they were old friends? They were everything but friends. He regarded Potter, who was standing up, with one of his 'teacher glares'.