Invisibilitatem Potionem

Invisbilitatem Potionem

AN: Hey y'all! :D
So, I literally started writing this today and I know that I have A LOT of other stories that I could be working on, but this idea just came to me and so I went with it! This is gonna be a story in which all of our (or, at least my) favourite HP couples are already together and are happily married, but there's a catch... They're all teaching at Hogwarts!
It's like a Drarry and Romione teaching AU!
Yay!
Anyway, that's it. Let me know what you think of it!
Oh and also this will help you decode some of the words I use in here. They are Latin, btw...

~invisibilitatem potionem: invisibility potion
~incrementum potionem: growth potion
~rigidium: erase
~apparent: appear
~reformabit: transfigure
~reverti: revert

Enjoy, friends! : )

~Invisibilitatem Potionem~

"Alright, who among you can tell me what the exact properties of invisibilitatem potionem are?", Professor Draco Malfoy asked his class which consisted of twenty percent Ravenclaw students and the other eighty percent being made up of Slytherins.
There was a moment of tense quiet in the large, dark, ominous potions classroom not even Avery Jacobson, a small yet gangly boy with red hair and freckles, sneezed. Which was unexpected, considering he had a track record for having an allergic reaction to just about anything.
Taking a slightly frustrated breath, while still trying to seem composed, Draco strolled back and forth in front of them, his dark green robes swishing as he moved. Behind him, a large blackboard displayed a note they had written on incrementum potionem, a form of potion used to stimulate growth in plants, people, and even animals. This one pertaining to plants, evident by the small yet precise sketch he'd drawn on the board's surface with a small piece of chalk that clearly depicted a leafy, sprout-like herb. He'd then gone over the drawing using green chalk, so that his 'less-than-aspiring' pupils could easily determine its origins.
Despite his efforts though, not one hand shot up to respond to the question and so the minutes slowly crept by, similar to how a snail would when it tries to embark on a destination of some sort. Finally, feeling unaccomplished and frustrated by the turnout of his highly uneventful class, Draco dismissed his students, both Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but not before assigning them a four-foot essay to complete on the properties of invisibilitatem and incrementum potionem and how they responded when used together. Then, once he was positively certain that all of them had cleared out, he waved his wand at the blackboard before muttering a soft "Rigidum!" before he gathered up his materials and put them in his old, Hogwarts, school, messenger bag.
Slinging the bag's old, worn strap over his shoulder he brushed a hand across the front of his robes and exited the depressing, dungeon, classroom.
All he wanted to do right now was go and see Harry, no doubt the other man was now in the Great Hall with the rest of the student and teaching body, after having spent all morning attempting to fascinate most of the Gryffindors with with what he deemed was an exciting lesson in Transfiguration. And, might have been had the class not been a double-period and with the overly, 'too-eager-for-a-Monday-morning', Hufflepuffs.
See, it was one matter to teach an important course such as the one Harry taught, but it was entirely another to have to make it lively and thrilling enough for both parties.
That was why, when Draco finally spotted him slumped in his seat at the staff table, staring blurry-eyed into a bowl of grits, the other man didn't so much as talk to him for fear of causing his partner more grief than what was already present.
Instead, Draco slipped into a small but decently-sized space on the wooden bench beside Harry, flashed him one of his infamous Malfoy grins, before promptly shoving a piece of hot, buttered toast into his mouth.
Harry Potter, who still had his head downcast in the direction of the tabletop, rolled his eyes exasperatedly at his husband's 'impeccable table manners' and only then lifted his mop of still very much unruly, black hair from its place. But, that had only been because just then, he had heard the familiar sound of his best friend Hermione Granger, as she too entered the Great Hall at last, Harry's other best friend Ron Weasley practically attached to her hip. She was carrying a load of books in her arms, her own bag was hap-hazardously thrown across her shoulder and behind her ear, hidden slightly in a mass of bushy, light-brown hair, was her favourite writing quill. Also, she had opted to wear a set it aquamarine, blue robes this particular day, along with a pair of black, muggle shoes called 'mary-janes' that barely were visible with her robes, that just touched the floor.
Hermione smiled at both Harry and Draco, who had started devouring a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, as she took up a seat beside the blond and waited for Ron to sit next to her, like he had since they'd been going out way back when. Once he had seated himself down beside her and started into his own meal, both her and Harry began to chat fluidly about lesson plans and such until they too, tucked into their so-called brunch.
After about fifteen or so minutes of silence as everyone else ate, Harry turned to glance at Draco, a smile slowly lifting up the corners of his lips.
"So, would it be okay if I asked you how it went, today?"
Immediately, Draco scowled at the memory of his disastrous lesson with Ravenclaw and Slytherin and shook his head.
"No, no, it would not."
Sighing, Harry absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. He gave his husband of about two years now, a thoughtful look.
"That bad?"
But, Draco didn't reply which meant that he most likely wanted Potter to just drop the matter.
Only Harry wasn't one to give up that easily.
"Dray, love, what happened? Did they not enjoy your lesson on invisibilit-invisibilit-"
Draco let out an agitated sigh.
"It's invisibilitatem potionem and no, they didn't."
There was a pause as he sighed defeatedly, again.
"We-we didn't even get to that part..."
Harry nodded understandingly as he reached over to lay a hand on Draco's back. He began to rub slow circles into the silk of the other's robes, stopping only when he felt his husband's breath hitch slightly.
"What? What's wrong, love?", he asked, voice heavy with concern as Draco angrily shook his head, before he put his hands over his face, not daring to look at anyone. Not even Harry.
"It's-it's just no use! Everything-everything I do, they don't care about! No one does! They don't care that I spent five fucking hours last night working on that bloody lesson! They don't!"
Harry didn't bother reprimanding him for cursing in front of the students like he usually would have, instead he just nodded and let Draco grab ahold of his robes as he started to sob bitterly into them.
"I mean, what-what am I doing so bloody fucking wrong that they aren't getting it? What, Harry? Tell me! I-I try to teach them about the properties of invisibilitatem potionem, hoping that they'll be eager to impress me with their knowledge but no! No, instead they're too fucking busy being bloody ignorant to something that they really should be paying close attention to!"
By this point, several other staff members were casting suspicious glances over at Professor Malfoy and Professor Potter, wondering just what was occurring that was causing such an outburst. One fellow professor in particular had had just about enough of Draco's dramatic antics and was waltzing briskly over to their side of the table, her heels clicking softly yet noticeably against the hardwood floor. And then, a mere few seconds later, she was towering over them all (despite her height) and shooting literal daggers with her eyes at Draco.
"What in Merlin's over-used, atrocious name is going on here?", she demanded, her gaze still fixated on the whiny blond.
Draco bit his lip when he saw her and promptly tugged on the collar of Harry's scarlet, red robes, attempting to use them as a barrier between him and said unamused woman, who was standing there watching him, as she tapped her foot, impatiently.
Pansy Parkinson gave an aggravated sigh when she realized that her fellow ex-house member now fellow colleague wasn't going to respond and instead directed her glare at Potter.
"Very well, Potter, do you know what's gotten Draco here all in a right out fit?", she asked, but her eyes had flicked briefly back over to the blond, as she said the words.
Realizing that she wasn't going to leave them alone until he came up with something to say, Harry in turn, met her gaze and his green eyes filled with a sudden look of sadness.
"If you really must know Parkinson, he's just a little bit upset because his potions lesson with the Ravenclaw and Slytherin students didn't go as he had hoped. Which is terribly unfair, considering how much time and effort he put into it.,", Harry told her and then as an afterthought: "Did you know that he was up till sunrise making sure that he had properly written an adequate explanation about the properties of invisibilita-invisibility potion."
Rolling her eyes both at Potter's failure to accurately pronounce the Latin words for 'invisibility potion' and Draco's hard work gone to waste, Pansy gave a curt nod before her gaze shot back to the blond who was practically on Harry's lap, now.
Seeing this, she awkwardly cleared her throat and watched with a pleased look, as Draco quickly pulled himself away from Potter, his pale, silver-grey eyes glaring in a undignified way at Parkinson.
But, before he could protest about anything else, Pansy silently walked back to her end of the large table, her plum-coloured robes sweeping swiftly across the floor, the sound becoming fainter as her form vanished from view.
It was Hermione who reacted first by letting out a sudden breath she had been holding in.
"Phew, I thought she'd never leave!", she exclaimed, eyeing the other end of the staff table to make sure that the black-haired woman hadn't 'accidentally' heard her.
Ron nodded his agreement at his wife's words and reached for the glass pitcher of pumpkin juice as he then poured himself a mug of the orangish, fall-tasting liquid.
In truth, he too was happy to see that Parkinson had departed so that they could all go back to enjoying their meal before it was once again time for lessons to recommence.
But, that wasn't because Ron Weasley didn't like teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, no on the contrary, he enjoyed his job heading up the sporting department at his former school, immensely. So much so, that it was often very difficult for his wife to drag him away from work just so that they both could have quality time to themselves. Truthfully, most days he could've cared less if Hermione was around or not, if it meant that he could spend endless hours flying about on his broom, the wind in his face as it tossed his rumpled, red locks around. Just the thought of teaching a group of first year Ravenclaw students today how to successfully mount and fly a broomstick had him anxiously waiting in great anticipation on the edge of his seat.
'Yes', he thought, delightedly as he envisioned them all now up in the air holding tightly to their brooms as they tried in haste not to fall.
'Maybe, this would be a good year, after all...'
Well, as far as he was concerned, anyway.