Summary: Harry and Draco split up and the end of seventh year, now, 3 years later, they're both back at hogwarts teaching... Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Blaise

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter because if I did, most of Hogwarts would be gay!

Prologue

Storming out of the great hall, Draco made his way to the astronomy tower, Harry hot on his trail. He stared at the grounds below him, his thoughts drifting with the wind, when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. Draco roughly pushed the arms away and turned to face Harry.

“What’s wrong?” asked Harry, hurt evident in his voice.

“Them!” shouting Draco, pointing towards the school. “They go on that I’m still evil and I’m going to betray you. It doesn’t matter that I helped you against Voldermort, I’ll always be a death eaters son to them.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think, we leave here for good tomorrow, and my friends trust you.”

“Yeah, but that won’t stop the daily prophet and every other fucking newspaper spreading lies and rumours!”

Harry flinched, he hated it when Draco was angry, “Just ignore them!”

Draco sighed, “I can’t, sometimes…sometimes I think that maybe it’s not worth it.”

Harry stepped back, scorned, “Do I mean that little to you? That you could give us up because of a few peoples spiteful words. I thought you loved me.”

“I do, it’s just-”

“You have a funny way of showing it!”

Draco glared at him, “I bet you agree with them don’t you, that I’ll betray you!”

“Don’t be bloody stupid, is that what you think?” no answer “Maybe you were right, maybe it’s not worth it.”

Draco’s head snapped up, “What?”

“If you don’t think that I trust you, then we might as well end this.”

“Fine,” Draco whispered, his voice failing him.

Harry took a deep breath, “Fine,” and tears rolling down both their cheeks, he left. It was over.

Chapter 1

3 years later…

“Come on Harry,” called Hermione, up the stairs of Godric Hollow, “Everyone wants to see you before you leave for Hogwarts.

“Coming,” Harry shouted back, as he placed the last of his things into his trunk, but he just couldn’t find his wand anywhere. Lying on the floor, he reached out under his bed in hope of finding it, however he instead felt his hand grasp a leather bound book.

Curious, he sat up and opened it up. It was his and Draco’s photo album. He began to flick through it, his eyes landing on a picture of him and Draco kissing in the Gryffindor common room. He closed his eyes, remembering the moment.

“Harry?” Hermione’s timid voice pulled him from his reverie as she entered his room.

“Sorry,” he apologised, quickly throwing it into his trunk, “I can’t find my wand.”

“It’s on the table downstairs,” she looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, “Fine.” Closing his trunk, he lugged it down the stairs and into the boot (a/n: or trunk if you use the American term) of Hermione’s car, as they headed to the burrow.

--&--

Draco Malfoy spread his body out across the huge king size bed, groaning as the sunlight hit his eyes. Reluctantly getting out of bed, he trudged out into the gardens of Malfoy Manor to an already prepared breakfast. Whilst sipping on some orange juice, Evergreen, is house elf, approached him.

“Will Master Draco be leaving for Hogwarts today?”

“Yes I will. Don’t worry, I’ll come and check on you each half term.”

Evergreen nodded, “Has Master finished packing?”

“Nearly, I can finish it later,” he replied, smiling at his elf’s fussing.

“Does Master need any help?”

Letting out a small chuckle, Draco refused. Evergreen nodded and scurried off.

--&--

Two hours later, Draco was dressed and checking he had everything when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

“Hey.” It was Blaise.

“Hi, I’ve just finished,” informed Draco, locking his trunk, “Where’s the wife?”

“Ginny, my girlfriend had gone to see erm…”

“Harry?” finished Draco, Blaise sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to mention him to you.”

Draco shrugged his shoulders, “Can’t read the daily prophet without him being in it somewhere.”

“Is that why you cancelled your order and threatened to molester their owls if they sent you another copy?”

Draco glared at him, “I did not threaten to molester their owls!”

“I read the letter Draco.”

“Oh.”

--&--

Harry and Hermione entered the burrow to hear arguing coming from the kitchen.

“Ginny, all I’m asking is that you don’t tell Harry where your boyfriend is!” roared Ron at the younger redhead.

“My boyfriend has a name, it’s Blaise, and if Harry asks I’ll tell him!”

“Tell me what?” asked Harry, causing the room to fall silent.

“Nothing really,” replied Ron, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding his best friends gaze.

“Gin?”

Ginny sighed, “That Blaise has gone to see Draco.”

“Oh, is that all?” Harry asked, with fake cheerfulness, when really his heart was crying out at the sound of the blonde’s name. “Stop looking so worried. Now where are my favourite god-children?”

Two twins ran towards Harry. Each had Charlie’s red hair but Tonks’ metamorphing powers. He picked them up and twirled them around, causing them to giggle.

“Uncle Harry, put us down,” whined Amaya, as her brother, Gabien, wrestled against Harry’s grasp.

“You’re getting strong for a pair of four year olds,” he said, placing them on the floor. After saying his ‘hellos’ to the rest of the Weasleys, Fleur and Tonks, Mrs Wealey called them in for dinner.

Sitting across from Ginny, Harry began to play with his napkin, daydreaming, until he heard Ginny’s voice. “Are you sure you’re okay Harry?”

He looked up at her, “Listen Gin, it’s been three years, I’m over him. And his name was bound to be mentioned sooner or later by Blaise or you, after all, we did set the two of you up. I’m fine, honestly.”

Ginny looked at him sceptically, but decided to leave him alone.

Once everyone was finished eating and everything cleaned up, Harry was getting ready to leave . Saying his goodbyes, and hugging Hermione and Ginny, he grabbed some floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

“Hogwarts!”

--&--

“Mr Malfoy, welcome,” greeted Dumbledore, as Draco walked through the large doors of Hogwarst castle.

“Please call me Draco professor.”

Dumbledore nodded as a pair of house elves came to take Draco’s luggage away.

“Now Draco, I’m sure you still know your way around I hope, and I will soon show you to your quarters but first I would like to speak to you in my office.”

Leading the way to his office, Dumbledore thanked Draco for taking the position of Ancient runes so quickly as such short notice.

“It was no problem, it’s just a shame Professor Lyon fell ill.” Dumbledore nodded gravely, “Have you got anyone yet to fill the position of the defence against the dark arts teacher?”

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled, “That is who we are going to meet.”

They finally arrived at the grand gargoyle, Dumbledore spoke the password (‘sherbet lemon’) and they began to ascend the staircase. Opening the office door, a rumble came from the roaring fireplace as a tall man with raven, messy hair and emerald green eyes tumbled out onto the wooden floor.

Dumbledore turned to a wide-eyed Draco, “, may I introduce you to the new dada teacher.”

“Harry!”

Hope you liked it, should I continue? Please review, structive critism is really appreciated! (flames will be used as amusement!)

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