Dracos POV
"As you can see, Lucinda here obviously added way too much ashwing dust, so instead of invisibility it turns the drinker into a grainy gray figure, like a static television. Now, onto Kalamas-"
I was about to continue lecturing my students, but there was a pop behind me and I immediately spun around, wand pointed at the figure that had appeared- who wasn't staring at anything but the parchment in his hands.
"Draco, why in hell is our water bill so high? Five-hundred galleons! That's outrageously high! How many baths have you taken to get our wa-"
"Potter," I snapped, his head looking up to meet me in shock, then his jaw dropped at the students.
"You- You weren't supposed to have a class this period-"
"It's friday, dumbass. I have a class fifth period on friday."
"What? No, it's thursday!"
"Potter," I said slowly, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Our bills come on fridays. Now why in hell, would spontaneously, our water bill appear on the thursday?"
"Oh."
I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "You are impossible. Thanks for disrupting my class Potter, you can leave n-"
"No, I'm going to stay. It's too much energy to apparate all the way back home."
I grit my teeth, my eyes flaring but spun on my heels, facing my class again as he plopped himself into my desk chair. "Feet off my desk, Potter," I snapped, not looking back while he groaned, mumbling about something up my arse while his feet thudded to the floor. I merely rolled my eyes.
"Professor Malfoy?"
I sighed, looking up. "What, Garrett?"
"Is that-"
"Harry Potter? The boy who lived to make me miserable? Yes."
"Ta-daaa," Harry cheered for himself weakly from the front of the room.
"You live with Harry Potter?!" Maria gasped, looking over at me with wide eyes.
"It's probably just a neighbor's thing with a shared bill," another kid spoke up, rolling his eyes.
"Silence," I snapped, glaring. "My life is for me to know, and me only. I will not have this rumor nonsense flooding around the school. If I hear anyone talking about it outside of this room, it's a three hour detention and two-hundred lines of 'I will not spread rumors or gossip about Professor Malfoy'! Understood?"
Everyone nodded, but a few people were snickering. My glare shut them up quickly. "Damn, you're almost as feisty as Snape," Harry whistled, me spinning around to glare at him.
"Potter, I will hang you from the ceiling rafters where NO ONE will find you and have Peeves annoy you to death."
He mimicked zipping his lips. "But what if I want to-"
"Silencio!"
Shoving my wand back into my pocket, I turned to face the class. "Now, never do that to another person unless extremely necessary. Or if you're- Nevermind. Just don't use that on anybody."
The kids nodded and I proceeded to go around, testing potions. Half-way through Alice's potion, I sighed, glaring at the table. "What did I say about feet on my desk?"
I could imagine his pout and rolled my eyes, continuing to grade my students. Once I was done, there were about thirty minutes left of class, and I brought up everyone's essays about creating invisibility potions to my desk, waving off the silencio charm on Harry carelessly. "Now why did you decide to show up at my class?"
"Our water bill-"
"Did you check with the town hall to see if it's a typo?"
"Well, no, but I just assumed-"
"You assumed that I took four-hundred galleons worth of baths this month? Really?"
"Well you've been stressed recently so I wouldn't-"
I merely shook my head. "Oh yes, and wasting time bathing instead of doing stuff I'm already behind on will be such a big help."
"Jesus, you don't have to be so snappy Draco, I just-"
"Potter." I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and stacking the essays I had to grade tonight. "I've had a long day. Please, just for another thirty minutes, be quiet."
"I think I know what you need."
"Potter, I swear-"
"Tea!"
I looked up at him, confusion in my eyes. "What?"
"Tea! I'll be right back!"
With that, he vanished in a flash of light and a loud crack. I frowned but shook it away, sitting down in my chair and starting to look over an essay. In less than threw minutes he was back.
"Here, oriental green tea with two packets of sugar." He set it down in front of me, his hands twisting behind his back, the cup still steaming. "Caffeine free, since I assumed you don't need any more nervous energy."
I sighed, staring down at the cup before lifting it to my lips and taking a tentative sip, before quickly swallowing down a large quantity of the perfect mix of bitter-sweet tea. "Harry James Potter, I take back all my snapping earlier. Thank you."
"Mhm. You just... Grade your assignments or, whatever, I'll just... Not break things."
"Professor Malfoy?" A kid asked tentatively, sounding a bit scared. I sighed.
"Yes, Nari?"
"Can I ask Mr. Potter for an autograph?"
Quickly the room burst out with gasps and 'oh! Me too!' And 'I want one if she gets one!'
I made a hand movement and everyone immediately quited down. "It's up to him. If he doesn't, there will be absolutely no fuss. If he does, be grateful and don't be rude."
Harry shrugged, blushing with a small, sheepish grin- the same face I fell in love with many years ago. "Erm, sure, I don't mind."
"Stay seated!" I shouted as there was a scraping of chairs. "Get out whatever you want to be signed and he will come to you."
"I feel like a zoo animal," Harry snorted under his breath, rolling his eyes with a small chuckle.
Slowly, though, he went around, signing things and having small conversations with the students, who seemed to be ecstatic to meet him, talking words that hardly made sense while others would blush and hide behind their books with a piece of paper in front of them, and Harry would politely say good evening and compliment them in some way, shape or form, offering them an easy, charming smile before moving on.
It was hard to focus on essays but eventually, it was the end of class. Most the class got up and left once I dismissed them, but a few kids- which I recognized as friends with each other- stayed behind and slowly approached my desk. "Is there something you need or are you just here for Potter?"
"Uh, well, we have a question, if you don't mind, professor Malfoy."
"Tea, Draco!" Harry said, nudging the cup towards me. "You're uptight. Drink."
I rolled my eyes but took a large swallow of the liquid before looking down at the students. "And your question is?"
"Are- Well, do you really live with Mr. Potter?"
"I do, yes. Why?"
"Uhm, well, it's just that you're married, and people typically live with those that you're married too, so why aren't you living with your wife?"
Harry snorted from next to me, covering his mouth and sending me an apologetic look the next moment, quickly silencing himself upon my glare. "I won't have you three spreading news, but I do live with the person I'm married to. I just don't happen to have a... Well, I don't have a wife, per say, although my spouse does act like a girl sometimes-"
"Hey!" Harry cried out from beside me, pouting. "You're the one who takes baths and uses moisturizers!"
"Oh I'm sorry, is taking care of yourself now considered feminine?" I sniffed, raising my noise to him. "It's not my fault you like to smell of grease and grime." I shuddered, wrinkling my nose. "Those hands are honestly filthy."
"You're just jealous because you have women's hands that look like they've lived in a cyro chamber their whole life! I mean, look at them! Not a single callous!" He grabbed my hands, splaying my fingers as if for emphasis while I rolled my eyes.
"My bad, didn't realize you weren't aware of hand files."
"Hand files? I don't know what they are but they sound extremely painful!"
I sighed, crossing my arms. "It takes off the build-ups of scar tissue and left-over cells to leave the newer, softer skin behind." He blinked vacantly so I sighed, turning his hand so his palm was facing up. "See this... Pad?" I asked, pointing to the small pad before each of his fingers. "And this access skin?" I picked up a piece of dead skin, grimacing as I peeled it away and vanished it. "Feel under what I just removed."
He frowned but touched it, his eyes immediately going wide as he did. "Oh my god it's so soft!"
"And that's what I do to my hands to make them so well take care of, along with different creams and moisturizers."
"I feel like you've told me this before-"
"Time and time again, Potter," I sighed, shaking my head. "I simply explain it to you again and again."
"Oh. Because you love me?" He grinned cheekily, making me roll my eyes.
"Would I marry you if I didn't love you?"
"Just say it, Malfoy. Please?"
"Say wha- Oh." I flushed slightly, forcing the heat from my cheeks to go away. "I love you, Harry James Malfoy-Potter."
"And I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy-Potter."
I suppose him showing up a few minutes early didn't bother me too much after all.