Draco Malfoy sat at his table, eating. Daintily. Minding his own business. And wondering about the aesthetics of making a badge for the tournament.
Potter sucks?
No. Too muggle.
Potter stinks?
That's better.
Speaking of Potter... Across the hall his nemesis was... dying? His eyes had gone blank, face lax, and he was staring down at his plate as if he were staring down into the abyss. Was he okay? Not that Draco cared, but if his nemesis was dead he'd... have to design different badges.
Potter stood up.
That was a good sign right?
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Shut it Weasel!
"Shut it Weasel!"
Wait... what?
Did Potter just... call his own friend Weasel?
Was he...
And...
The scene was starting to attract more attention. Potter looked up at him, and started to walk across the hall.
"Draco!"
Wha?
The walk turned to a jog and then to a run, his soft shoes pounding down on the concrete of the hall.
Jump!
Potter jumped a table like a hurdle. Was that even possible?
Jump!
The Ravenclaws snarled at him as he almost placed his foot in their pot of butter.
Jump!
Smash.
Pots and dishes fell to the floor as he stood on the Slytherin table. On the table. In the middle of their dinner.
Right in front of Draco.
"Draco, I'm from the future!"
Draco looked up at the deranged Potter.
A Potter who was...
What was he doing?
Leaning towards him, Slytherins leaned away, kneeling down on the table, what was he doing?
He placed his warm hands on the sides of Draco's face. Looked into his eyes with those brilliant shining green ones. Draco felt something in the bottom of his stomach, a warmth or twist or something.
No one said a thing.
Except Potter, who whispered,
"I've finally found you again."
And then he kissed him.
On the lips.
In front of everyone.
And Draco's world stopped spinning.
He closed his eyes. Placed his hands in Potter's unruly hair. And leaned in with all his might.
For it felt so right.
Something in his heart was telling him it was so right.
And he didn't hear the shouts of alarm.
And he didn't remember that this was Potter he was kissing, and that Potter could never give him the heir he wanted.
And he didn't even see how his friends blanched in shock.
And Potter pulled away, a fucking smug look on his face, and said,
"Now I think Dumblefuck will want a word with me now, seeing as I'm from the future."
And Draco sat back, eyes wide, ignoring the questions shot left and right, and watched Potter walk away.
With a certain sway in his hips.
-0-0-0-0-
"So what did the headmaster want?"
Harry smirked,
"Wanted to know about the future, which isn't possible, since I undoubtedly changed the timeline by even being here. Plus I didn't tell him anything. I did tell him to fuck off, since he basically ruined my life, and then I blew up his office."
Draco stared. Then nodded.
"Oh."
Harry turned to him,
"Wanna makeout?"
He nodded again.
-0-0-0-0-
"Hey, I'm curious, what happened to Other Harry?"
Harry raised an eyebrow,
"Other Harry?"
Draco bit his lip, hissing a bit when he realised it was very swollen, and then blushing,
"Well... how did you get here?"
"In the future, you and me have decided that we need to be immortal. A bit like Voldemort in that regard. But, instead of living forever we simply mess about in the timelines, since time isn't linear but this wear oval shaped thing, and do whatever we want. I got the 'okay' from my buddy Death, since I mastered his Hallows, and he said it was fine to do that. Then you went and got stuck somewhere, so I settled on waiting here. Since we agreed this would be the spot to go to if one of us got lost. But, I just said anytime in fourth year, so... I might have to wait a while."
Draco stared, starting to get a little worried,
"But what will happen to me when Future Me comes? Will I... die?"
Harry blinked, smiling convincingly,
"No. Don't worry about a thing. You'll just... go to... another dimension... where... none of this... ever happened..."
Draco gulped,
"Really?"
Harry smiled,
"Sure."
-0-0-0-0-
"God! I want to fuck you right here."
Harry said, pressing Draco against the door of the broom cupboard, rubbing himself in a certain way. His hard length pressed against Draco's thigh, making the inexperienced boy moan and whine.
Harry moved to unbuckle his pants when Draco squeaked, in a completely manly fashion,
"I'm a virgin."
Harry stepped back, sighing to himself,
"I can't wait until Real Draco gets here, Old Draco is such a prude."
Draco blinked,
"Should I be insulted?"
Harry shrugged.
-0-0-0-0-
"How do you get lost in time anyway?"
Harry laughed,
"It happens more often than you would think. Sure, we can only possess our own bodies, but the soul is also reborn. What we are really doing is simply giving future memories to already in existence souls."
Draco nodded, feeling relieved,
"So... I'll still be me, but with future memories..."
Harry looked away guiltily,
"Yeah, sure."
Then murmured to himself,
"Not to mention future memories destroy all past memories."
"What?"
He smiled,
"Nothing."
-0-0-0-0-
Ron was sulking in his normal seat, he groaned to himself,
"I can't believe Harry would be so arrogant to go back in time! Why does everything always happen to him?"
"Harry! I'm back! I'm from the future!"
Smooch.
"He even gets a inter-dimensional boyfriend! What a prick."
"I got stuck in Life No. 77"
"Yeesh. That ought to be painful."
"I had to burn down the whole city because of stupid Robert!"
"Yeah. I hate that guy."