Ever since receiving the news that Harry Potter would be returning to Hogwarts, Draco had thrown himself headfirst into work. There hadn’t been a lot of preparations left to do, but Draco had been involved with them all, needing that welcome distraction to stop himself from thinking about it too much.<br/>In the end of the day, he had no idea what Potter actually thought of him. It probably wasn’t important, yet it filled Draco with a deep sense of dread. Sure, Potter had testified for him and his mum after the war and were a huge part of how Draco had even become allowed to teach in the first place and yet the idea of seeing him again still filled Draco with a deep sense of dread.<br/>Having gotten delayed during his morning workout, Draco was a little late in joining his co-professors in the Great Hall for breakfast, something that wasn’t really too unusual.<br/>Unsure what was going to meet him once he entered the Great Hall, Draco took a moment to steel himself before swinging the doors open. Despite the vast emptiness of the Hall, the students not due to arrive until evening, Draco’s eyes immediately fell on the unfamiliar shape in front of the high table, a shape that he figured had to be Harry Potter.