A Drarry Teacher au

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Harry was left standing in shock, wondering why Draco ran off like that. Meanwhile, Draco ran through the cold, shivering slightly as he ran towards Hagrid's hut. When the blonde man ended up in front of the familiar hut, he found himself out of breath. Taking a moment to regain air and his thoughts, Draco finally stood and knocked, hoping that Hagrid was not at the pitch yet.
"Be 'ere in a second. Fang ge' back 'ere boy," Hagrid said, supposedly pulling Fang to the side before opening the door, tilting his head at the sight of Draco.
"Draco, wha' brings ye 'ere thirty minutes 'efore the match?" the half giant asked, not used to the Potion's teacher visiting often. 
"I need help figuring something out," Draco looked up, still shivering from the cold. Noticing the shivering and the fear and sadness on Draco's face, Hagrid let him in, closing the door behind them.
"Le' me make some tea fer you," Hagrid said, walking over to the pot hanging over the fire place. Despite the fact that Hagrid couldn't see him Draco smiled in gratitude, sitting in a chair. Fang, wanting to be petted, walked over and plopped his slobbering face all over Draco's lap.
"So what brings ye here Draco?" Hagrid asked, once he placed the tea in front of Draco, having a giant mug for himself. Draco took a moment to admire the hut as he sipped his drink, trying to think of an answer. The interior was messy but warm and happy feeling, giving off vibes of being a safe place.
"You know, Ember, the muggle studies teacher?" Draco asked, Hagrid giving a nod.
"Well she flirts with every male teacher especially Harry. Usually it wouldn't bother me but today I practically wanted to hex her until no end when she was being all giggly with my Harry. I just ugh, I want to know why I feel this way," Draco rambled, sounding like a teenage girl. Hagrid chuckled, earning a hurt look from Draco.
"I think I know what's 'oing on 'ere, yer are jealous because yer 'ave feelings fer 'arry," Hagrid said, being straightforward. Draco's eyes widened, his voice struggling to form sentences.
"N-no I don't? Do I?
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Around thirty minutes later Harry was getting worried. The match was going to start soon, and he hasn't seen his friend Draco since he ran off for Hagrid's hut. Was it something he did? As soon as Draco left Ember tried to kiss him but he practically had to shove her off, too worried about his friend.
"H-hey Harry, what did I miss?" Draco had suddenly appeared next to Harry, shocking him.
"Looking for you, where have you been?" A blush, most likely from the cold, formed on Draco's cheeks. 
"Er, having a chat with Hagrid. Anyways? Ready for this match Potter?" Draco asked, eager to change the subject. Harry smirked, leaning against his broomstick. Since he was the moderator for the match, he had to have a broomstick in case there was any trouble. 
"Of course Malfoy, ready to watch Gryffindor beat Slytherin at this match," Harry joked, earning an eye roll and weak punch from Draco. the Slytherin was going to respond back when there was suddenly a roar, signaling the most likely arrival of the whole Hogwarts population. The two friends were stood outside of the stadium, right next to one of the side entrances. Harry smirked, waving good bye to Draco before levitating the case that contains the balls, leaving Draco to go to the stands himself as Harry disappears into the stadium. He walks to the middle where the two teams were stood facing each other, brooms at the ready. The Gryffindor stood in the middle of the two captains, a Gryffindor seventh year and a Slytherin sixth year. 
 "I want a fair game so you two shake hands," he said, his voice amplified by a spell. The two captains nodded, shaking hands. Since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Voldemort was defeated, most of the tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor disappeared, but there was obviously still some rivalry, as expected with any house. Nodding his head sharply, Harry unlocked the chest with his wand, blowing his whistle signifying the start of the match and the balls were released. By the time that the kick off happened, Draco managed to make it to where the teachers were, sitting next to Neville.
"Hey Draco, just in time," the Herbology professor greeted his friend, turning back towards the match. Draco watched as the Gryffindor chasers passed the quaffle back and forth before a Slytherin chaser stole it, throwing it towards the middle hoop. The Gryffindor keeper was caught off guard, failing to block.
"TEN POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!" The announcer, a fourth year Hufflepuff named David announced, entering ten into the scoreboard. Gryffindor side sighed, but didn't have long to mourn over the loss when one of the Gryffindor chasers, Alex, snatched the quaffle as it fell, dodging a Bludger as she scored twice, her movements too quick for the Slytherins to pick up.
"Looks like this is going to be an exciting game!" David exclaimed as he entered the score, kicking his feet back only to get his legs whacked by Mcgonagall.
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The score was currently 310 to 160, with Slytherin trailing behind maijorly. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, eager for the match to end. The Slytherin and Gryffindor Seekers were searching around for the Snitch, the pressure on. 
"The tension is high. If Slytherin finds the snitch now, both teams would tie, all that is needed is ten poi-AND SAM SCORED-TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN!" David screamed, throwing his arms up. Heather Duke the Slytherin Seeker sighed, pausing her flying long enough to wipe the sweat from her brow. Veronica Sawyer stopped as well, facing her opponent. 
"Why did you stop, too scared to lose?" Veronica taunted, putting one hand on her hip. Heather rolled her eyes, about to respond when she spotted something that the other seeker didn't, the snitch.
"What are you looking at-hey get back here!" Veronica exclaimed, chasing after Heather.
"LOOKS LIKE THE SLYTHERIN SEEKER SPOTTED THE SNITCH-NOW BOT ARE CHASING IT? WHO WILL WIN? IT LOOKS LIKE- SLYTHERIN CATCHES THE SNITCH, BRINGING THE SCORE TO 310 vs 320, SLYTHERIN WINS BY TEN POINTS!