Draco was not one for openly showing his affection and so stepped out of Harry's embrace. Two students walked in, stopping in alarm at the sight of the potions professor in their beloved DADA professor's room. It had long been thought that they had a bit of a rivalry going on, their bickering noted by many students as they would meet in hallways between classes. However, it was beginning to morph. Some of the older students began to watch their professors and wondered if maybe the rivalry was hiding attraction beneath it.
The Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's didn't agree on much, but they certainly agreed that Professor Potter and Professor Malfy were perfectly suited for each other. And it was a bit of a secret goal to get them together, or to catch them in the act.
Andrew and Tuy stopped in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in Harry on the desk and Draco moving away from him. They shot each other sly glances and knew that the other members of the house would flip with this new knowledge.
"Thank you for your time, Professor. I'll see you at dinner," Malfoy said, moving past the two boys with a kind smile. They grinned at him.
"Don't eat all of the pudding this time, Professor. You know how I get without it." Harry called after him, trying to smother his amusement.
Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes, disappearing down the hallway. It was peculiar that they had been in the same classroom. Other rumors of the two often pinpointed them in Hogsmeade, corridors, or the quidditch pitch. They were rarely spotted in the other's classroom.The students moved toward Harry, looking at him curiously.
"Sorry to intrude, Professor." Tuy said, face red. "It's just, Andrew wanted help with his paper and I didn't want to tell him wrong, and Lynn said you were still in here, so we thought-"
Harry waved him off. "It's no worries, lads. You aren't intruding. Come on in. I'm happy to help."
The three sat and discussed the information needed for the paper, despite Harry hating papers and never wanting to give them out. Minerva told him he was required to assign homework to his students, despite how much he hated to grade it. So they compromised. Harry assigned one paper each term, and that was it. Even then, it was practically the easiest homework of any professor, more like an opinion than based on fact. Harry liked it that way. He thought it encouraged more free thinking.
When Andrew had finally gotten enough to finish his work, he started rolling up his parchment. "You're a lifesaver, professor."
"We can always count on you for anything, at any time of the day."
Harry laughed. "Don't tell my husband that. He'll think you kids will start showing up in our bedroom unannounced." He didn't think much of the comment, since he felt like he was pretty open about his marriage. He was sure that he had mentioned his marital status before, with some student or another. It was almost an assumption of his that it was common knowledge. But his words had shaken the two students.
Married? Professor Potter was married? Then what on earth was he doing, flirting and chasing Professor Malfoy?
"Is there anything else I can help you two with before we head into dinner?"
Andrew shook his head. "No sir, we'll just go ahead of you. No worries." He grabbed Tuy's hand and the two raced out of the classroom, intent on sharing the horrible and intriguing gossip they had received straight from the source. Professor Potter was married, which meant he and Professor Malfoy were most likely having an affair!
Harry sat on his desk, watching the two of them disappear, and shook his head. "Strange boys," he murmured before leaving to head to dinner. Milly was raising her hand as if her life depended on it, which surprised Harry. She was a talkative girl, but she didn't care much about the subject of Netherland wraiths. She had made that clear the last few classes on the subject.
