Dear Hermione,

It's such an odd thing: being a teacher at Hogwarts. You start to see similarities in all of those you teach, especially in the first years. Their eyes are full of wonder, and it's just... We used to be like that. In my third class of the day, I teach Gryffindor first years. There's a group of them that remind me so much of you, me, and Ron. The one boy's got dreadlocks, and wears muggle Converse. He kinda reminds me of a combination of Lee Jordan and Sirius. The girl kind of resembles Ron, and the last boy, he's dead-set you. He's brilliant. I haven't learned their names yet, but I'll keep you updated.

Send my love,
(Professor) Harry Potter

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"And just where might your cauldron be?" Draco Malfoy asked the trembling student before him. He'd found himself a sheer, black cloak similar to the ones his godfather used to wear, and had put on his best scary expression. The kid was a first year Gryffindor, and Draco found a lot of pleasure in bullying him.

"I-I misplaced it, sir. I'm really sorry." The kid stuttered, folding his hands on his lap.

"Perhaps the Nargles took it!" Another kid spoke up, a fellow Gryffindor with red hair. Draco wondered if she was a Weasley.

"A what?" Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed the student with disinterest.

"I'm not exactly sure, but Professor Potter says that they're mischievous, and notorious thieves." She claimed, lowering herself in her seat at the professor's hard gaze that followed.

"Potter, of course." He sneered, and then whipped around, cloak flapping, and headed towards the front of the room.

"There will be no talk of Professor Potter in my classroom. From this moment on, you are to be silent. Enough time has been wasted already. Nargles, what bloody rubbish is he putting in their heads." The blond snapped, speaking the last part more to himself as he sat down at his desk, and kicked his feet onto the polished wood. Severus wouldn't mind, would he?

Twenty minutes later, the kid who had misplaced his cauldron, and in turn had to borrow one of Draco's, rose his hand. The professor rolled his eyes, but stood and walked to him anyways.

"What?" He asked harshly.

"Professor, I don't think I've diced up my flesh-eating slug right." The kid claimed, staring down at the black creature still writing on his work station.

"That's because flesh-eating slugs aren't supposed to be diced, you insufferable ninny. They are meant to be sliced evenly, as such." He took the knife from the student, and moved to a section that the kid had not yet messed up, and began cutting even, horizontal lines into the live creature. Immediately, it stopped moving.

"Why're we working with live slugs anyways?" A kid towards the back asked, and Draco glared at him.

"Have you all forgotten my no talking rule? And we use live ones because they provide better quality once added to the potion; not that you would understand, seeing as you're all a bunch of dimwitted Gryffindors." He sneered, and threw the finished slugs at the student who'd called for his attention.

When it was time for class to be dismissed, Draco held back the ginger girl, the boy who'd misplaced his cauldron with dreadlocks, and the boy who'd spoken out of line towards the back of the class.

"As the three of you seem to not understand the rules of my classroom, you leave me no choice but to remove five points from Gryffindor, for each of you standing before me."

"But Professor, it's only our first day." Claimed the back of the class kid.

"Make it ten." Was all Draco announced before dismissing the students to lunch. Once they were gone, he went to collect his things, locked his supply cupboard, and went into the crowd heading towards the Great Hall.

"He's such a jerk!" He heard one kid claim as he walked past. When he turned his head, two Gryffindors stood, eyeing him angrily.

"I heard he used to be a Death Eater. Had a trial this summer. It was all over the Daily Prophet." Off to his left, two first year Ravenclaws watched the professor walk by with disgust. "My mum was so upset when he wasn't sent to Azkaban with his father."

When he made it to the Great Hall, he was in a horrible mood, and took great pride in shoving past the pathetic first years. He went out of his way to walk past the Slytherin table, where the students all called their hellos to him, and he smiled back at them. He took a seat at the teacher's table, positioning himself so he faced directly in front of the Slytherin table.

Everyone set to work at eating.

Moments later, Harry Potter made his way into the Great Hall, and much to Draco's displeasure, he took a seat right beside him. As he glanced at the rest of their long table, they found that every other seat had been filled. He scoffed, and shifted so he didn't see the messy-haired wizard while he sipped at his coffee. He instead focused his attention on the Slytherins who were watching the two professors not so subtly, waiting to see what would happen, and if they'd get to witness a duel.

After a while, Draco did take notice that he was being watched, and turned to find none other than the blasted Defense professor eyeing him.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked, a disinterested look on his face.

"It's just, you've got jam on your cloak. Right there." Harry claimed, pointing to a smudge of strawberry jam that had situated itself on his collar. "Thought you should know before you went to teach the last class."

"Oh, um, thanks." Draco muttered, dabbing subtly at the condiment that was sure to stain his otherwise pristine robes. "And can you do me a favor and stop talking about made up things to your students. A kid in my fourth class today told me a Nargle stole his cauldron."

Harry smirked at that, finding Malfoy's annoyance to be quiet comical. "You've never heard of the Nargles? Merlin, Luna and I talked about them all the time in fifth year."

"Do you honestly think I gave a damn about what you and Loony Luna Lovegood talked about in fifth year?" The blond asked, frowning at the boy who was still chuckling.

"Oh, come on. You were all over butting into my conversations!" Harry exclaimed, an incredulous look on his face.

"And you weren't all over mine?"

"What? When?"

"Sixth year, Potter. You're not as sly as you think. I know all about you stalking me." Draco smirked, now finding himself engaged in this conversation. He didn't care that the Gryffindors, and Slytherins alike were now watching the two professors. Even a few other professors were gazing down the table.

"It was my duty to make sure you weren't up to something, and as it would turn out, you were." Harry testified, and suddenly Draco's demeanor changed. He hated talking about what he'd done under orders of the Dark Lord. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved when the Golden Boy actually came through for once and made the bastard meet his demise. He clutched his drinking goblet, and took a slow sip of the water that had placed itself there.

"What I did in the past was a mistake. Not all of us can be as great as perfect little Potter." He stated once he'd downed the drink. His eyes had taken up a stormy color, and suddenly, he found that he didn't have much of an appetite. With a swish of his cloak, he was gone and out of the Great Hall before Harry could respond.

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'Dear Mother,

I simply despise being a professor here at Hogwarts. I was so happy when I could finally leave the place, only to be brought right back here under the Ministry's orders. And yes, I know they'll intercept this message before you get to see it, and check to see it's not encrypted or anything -which it's not, Shacklebolt, get a life- and I just want to make my testimony that I, Draco Malfoy, am in agony.

Harry Potter's landed himself the position as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he's an absolute arse. He tried to humiliate me in front of the whole student body today. I bet it was him who placed the strawberry jam on my expensive cloak. As soon as my probation ends, I swear I'll leave this place; damn the Potions position.

I hope you're well, and I'll try my best to write more. Maybe I can schedule a visit soon?

Your son,
Draco Lucius Malfoy'