A Drarry Teacher au

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An hour later and Draco found himself sitting by the window with Harry, the cup of tea he was holding still warm due to reheating charms. The two were deep in their conversation, currently talking about different pieces of literature, muggle and wizard.
"Yeah, I really like Hans Christian Enderson's versions of fairy tales. I would read them at Mrs.Figg's house whenever I went over," Draco had trouble concentrating on Harry's words.
"mmhmm," Draco mumbled a response, earning a smirk from his friend.
"I think you're tired Malfoy," Harry said in a teasing tone. At this Draco went from his slumped posture to sitting up as straight as he could, glaring at the cocky Gryffindor. 
"You wish Potter. I think you are the tired one here, not me," Draco defended, taking a sip from his cup of tea. Harry rolled his eyes, running his hands through his too long hair. Like seriously, does he even know what a haircut is? Not like he was complaining, the hair looked soft enough to run his hands through. Oh how Draco wished that he could do that. Just play with his crush's hair, run his hands through it as Harry laid his head in his lap.
"Draco.Draco you are zoning out again. Did you even hear a word that I said?" Harry asked, getting up to refill his cup. Draco smiled slightly, a pale pink hue appearing on his porcelain skin. "Er- No?" the blush darkened when Harry started chuckling, a huge grin on the DADA professors face.
"I said that the potions that Madame Pomfrey gave me made me feel more awake," Draco nodded, slouching back into the couch. For some reason, he felt comfortable and finally was tired at a reasonable time for the first time in weeks. Probably, Draco thought, this was the most comfortable he has been since December. Since their kiss. 
"Yeah, some potions do that. Sleeplessness is one of the most common side effects of strong headache potions. Not as common in the weaker headache potions. Tell me more about Mrs. FIggs," Draco settled back into the couch, placing his tea on the side table.
"So she was obsessed with her cats. She always watched me whenever the Dursley's had to go somewhere. Her furniture had cat hair all over, good thing I wasn't allergic because when I say cat hair and cats were everywhere, I mean everywhere." Harry continued on with his story, Draco finding his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Without meaning to he kept dozing off, enjoying listening to the sound of Harry's voice. The potions professor ended up falling asleep with a smile on his face. Harry didn't realize that Draco fell asleep until five minutes later, in the middle of explaining how he looked outside for one of the cats for three hours, only to find it under the bed asleep. Harry smiled, happy that his friend managed to get to sleep. Not wanting to wake up the peaceful looking professor, Harry went through a door to his bedroom and grabbed a pillow, carefully putting it under his friend's head, making sure a random throw blanket was secure around it. Taking a moment to look at him, Harry took care of the tea with a flick of his wand. 
"Goodnight Draco. Sleep well."