Professor Potter

Chapter 1

Steam rose from the train which hailed from a magical school unbeknownst to all muggles:

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry had been sitting in one of the many cabins that the wonderful steam train housed, scribbling notes into his large leatherbound notebook in which he had decided to write his lesson plans.

-Is this cabin occupied?

Harry pressed too hard with his quill, startled by the smooth, velvety voice which he knew all too well.

-Malfoy?

Draco's eyes widened in shock, and then shifted, so that he appeared indifferent to the fact that his childhood arch nemesis was sitting somewhere he never expected,even less than Voldemort, which was saying something,because he had been killed 9 years ago.

For some strange reason, seeing Harry made anger, surprise,and a strange fluttery feeling ignite in his chest.Since the last time they had seen each other, his dark,unruly hair had grown,and he had changed glasses.

They seemed to be of an elven make,as they glinted like gold,and rainbow light bounced off of them.This made Draco wonder what his job had been for the past 9 years, as elven glasses and accessories in general were rather expensive.He should know, he was a Malfoy, after all.

He sat down on one of the velvet seats in the cabin, the one opposite Harry, to be more precise.

He drew a green velvet notebook from his black leather satchel, and pulled out an ink pen, which had tiny glittery onyx crystals incrusted at the tip.He opened his notebook to a page where he began inking an image of a glass jar of gillyweed he had sketched in the Malfoy Manor greenhouse.

-What are you teaching then?

-Sorry?

-At Hogwarts. You know,the school that we're going to?

Draco rolled his eyes.

-I've applied to be a Herbology professor.

Harry nearly choked on his tea, which he was sipping from a stainless steel flask he had placed in his cupholder.

-Draco Malfoy likes gardening?!

-Yes.Is that really so hard to believe? Herbology isn't just "gardening". It's the art of studying plants and discovering new magical remedies. You of all people, should know that, seeing as you're friends with Longbottom.

-I was only joking! Well, partially. It's just that you never struck me as the type to care about living creatures,and, well, happiness in general.

-Wow. How flattering. What subject did you apply to teach?
Let me guess...defence against the dark arts?

He smirked knowingly, his silver eyes glinting in the sunlight. Harry glared at him, wishing he could wipe that stupid grin of his stupid perfect face.

-Lupin was one of the most genuine wizards I ever met.

Draco was momentarily at a loss for words. Although mostly enamoured with Potter and his motly crew , Remus Lupin had been there for him in a time where he felt as though his world was falling to pieces.

-Yes, well, I suppose that's not the worst subject you could delve into. After all, everybody knows of your love for the dark and twisted.

(Like me, he thought silently, his past actions flashing through his memory. His vision went out of focus, and he suddenly felt quite faint.)

Harry stared at him, feigning confusion as to what the pale man was referring to.

Draco' s mind was wirring, his thoughts infiltrating his very blood, and without him even realising it, the world went black.