AU Summary: Post-Time Twister, Draco ends up being transported back to his 'original' timeline, however Harry - his Harry, the one that he loves - was an unexpected stowaway.

Author's Note: This account is going to be phasing out the use of FFN, expect this to be the last drabble of this series posted on this account. You can find more over on Archive Of Our Own (AO3) under the name YouAreMyHappilyEverAfter.

To the c/p trolls: You guys have nothing better to do? You know that after you send the same message more than twice we just stop reading them and delete the emails, right? You know that you're not convincing anyone to stop shipping or reading or writing this, right? If you hate this ship so much, why are you actively seeking it out? That's like if I stood in front of a theater that was playing Cursed Child and just screamed about how bad it was. Y'all need to grow up. It's about fictional dicks, not real dicks, don't take it so hard.

"Harry, what if... We can't go back? What if this is just the price I have to pay?"

"I don't believe that." Harry sounded so sure. "I don't believe there's anything out there cruel enough to make you suffer for doing so much good."

"Then you still obviously have no idea what I've done."

"I know what you've done," Harry said softly, moving to sit next to Draco on the couch. "And I still think you've done more good than bad."

Draco looked at Harry properly. "You don't believe anything is cruel enough to make me suffer? Then why did we lose mother?" Harry opened his mouth before closing it with a sharp snap, expression dropping at once int something almost... guilty? "Harry- Harry, no. We were in the middle of a battle, there was a million things going on at once. Harry James Potter, it was not your fault."

It spoke volumes of how much he had improved over the years that Harry didn't fight back, but he didn't agree, either. He just leaned forward to rest his head on Draco's shoulder with a quiet sigh and drop of his shoulders. Draco shifted them until they were both laying on the couch, Harry on top of him as always. "Apparently I didn't suffer enough."

"If I can't blame myself then you can't blame yourself either," Harry muttered softly, relaxing on top of Draco. "We're together. That's- That's something, yeah?"

"We're together. That's more than I could ask for." Draco was running his hand through Harry's hair. "You really are okay with all of it? I nearly killed people."

"We went through a war. You went through it twice." Harry tilted his head up, giving a weak smile. "We've all done things we're not proud of, but it's okay. We'll be okay."

Draco smiled back down at him. "I love that you can believe that."

"Because you don't," Harry laughed, hand reaching up to cup Draco's cheek. "So I'll believe it enough for the both of us, no matter the cost."

"I love you," Draco leaned forward, kissing him softly. Harry didn't pause to kiss him back and... Yeah. They would be okay. One day.