Ain't No Rest for the Wicked (слэш)

Following the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. The remaining Death Eaters have managed to escape and are wreaking havoc across Britain. In a bid to gather intelligence, Harry Potter makes an unthinkable suggestion: to employ Lucius Malfoy as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Lucius studied him, his expression unreadable. "I fail to see what you hope to gain by bringing me to Hogwarts."
Harry was silent for a moment before replying. "I've heard it's wise to keep your enemies close."
A faint arch of Lucius’s brow was the only sign that the remark had landed. "So,” he said evenly, “you consider me your enemy."
Harry let out a quiet sigh and rolled his eyes. “Let’s stop pretending. We both know the truth.”
Lucius held his gaze for several long seconds. "I confess, Potter, I rather expected some noble speech about forgiveness. Perhaps even redemption."
Harry gave a soft snort. "I'm not that saintly."
For the first time, genuine amusement crossed Lucius's face. A quiet chuckle escaped him before he quickly composed himself once more, his familiar mask of cool detachment slipping back into place.
CHAPTER 1-8 REWRITTEN.