Title: What Lies Ahead?
Author: Keiko
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I just wanted to state again that I do not own the world of Harry Potter. That honor belongs to JK Rowling. No profit is being made from this or any of my stories.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione cameo
Spoilers: Books 1-4
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Harry and Draco get an unexpected glimpse into the future. If I say anything else, it will give away the plot.
Chapter 7
The tension inside the broom cabinet was mounting as the footsteps grew louder and the conversation between the newcomers could now be heard clearly. One of the two wizards whispered "Lumos Minimus" to create a very faint light, so at least they were not subject to total darkness. This did very little to avert their fear of being discovered, but it provided some miniscule amount of comfort. The young men in the closet could at least see each other's reaction to the voices coming from right outside the cabinet's door.
"If you don't get this bloody blindfold off of me, Potter, I swear, I will subject you to the Cruciatus curse every night for a week." Both boys knew the unmistakable drawl could only belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy, although, the tone was a decibel deeper.
"I told you I would remove the blindfold as soon as you answer my question, love." The other voice was none other than the older version of the other boy hiding in the broom closet.
"Shit!" both younger wizards quietly muttered. "Of all the people to come to this deserted room at the very end of the castle at this particular time, it just has to be our older selves," Draco whispered as softly as he could in his frantic state.
"Yeah, its just our luck," Harry replied. "Let's just be quiet and hope they leave soon." So, the two in the closet could do nothing but pray to the gods that the older Harry and Draco would get what they needed and leave. In the meantime, they could do nothing but listen to the conversation occurring right in front of them.
The older Draco was whining again about the blindfold. "Ok Harry, you win. I need to get this blindfold off now. You dragged me out of my classroom, as I was trying to prepare tomorrow's lessons and then made me walk forever with this stupid thing over my eyes. I want if off immediately."
"All you have to do is answer my question." The older Harry repeated. "What day is it today?"
"Fine. Today is September 2, does that answer satisfy your morbid fantasies enough to remove this rag from my eyes?"
"Well that is half the answer my Dragon, but what is special about September 2?" the older Harry asked, his voice seeming disappointed that Draco had still not answered his question.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Harry. You know I am not the romantic one; however, I do pride myself on having excellent memory retention. September 2 is the anniversary of the day we admitted our feelings for each other, after gazing into each other's eyes. There, are you happy now? Now get this thing off of me!"
"Draco, you do remember!" Harry voice exploded with jubilation as he whisked the blindfold away with a flick of his wand.
"Thank the gods Harry. Wait, I know this room. This is that room with the Mirror of Erised." Draco said.
"Yes, that's why I wanted you blindfolded-to surprise you. We haven't been back to this room since that day three years ago. Our lives both changed so much for the better since then that I had to come back here with you. I still remember looking into your eyes and seeing each other together in the mirror. We thought the mirror was broken, but it was showing us what we had suppressed so much. It was that day that I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Happy Anniversary, Draco."
"I remember all too well. I got lost in those deep green pools of light and made that embarrassing remark. But Harry, how did you get the enchanted key off of Snape?"
"I got him drunk on butterbeer and then seduced him, of course."
"What!"
"I'm only kidding my dear husband. Believe it or not, it was like fate or déjà vu. Snape asked me to come up here to get him a potions book for the new school year, so he just gave me the key."
"Oh. But you are still going to pay for that little comment. You're not allowed to seduce anyone but me."
The conversation seemed to end there and the two young wizards hoped that the two slightly older wizards would just find the book that they needed and then leave. Unfortunately, that was not to be the case.
As soon as the talking ended, other sounds could be heard, that seemed strangely like kissing, and then definite moaning.
"What the hell are they doing out there?" the Harry in the closet wondered out loud.
"Well, either I am cursing or kissing the hell out of you. Let's take a quick look." Draco then uttered "Lacuna" to produce a tiny hole in the door of the broom cabinet and then proceeded to try to find the source of the increasingly passionate noises.
"Gee Malfoy, where did you find out about that spell? I would have never thought you would be a peeping Tom." Harry whispered with a slight grin on his lips.
"Very funny Potter. I am trying to see what our older selves are doing." Draco explained as he scanned the room via the hole with one of his platinum eyes. "Bloody hell!" Draco gasped as he pulled back from the hole, looking visibly shaken. On top of that, his cheeks were now glowing crimson, providing more light than the faint Lumos spell cast earlier.
"What is it Draco?" Harry asked urgently, automatically thinking the worst. After he didn't receive a response from the Slytherin, he took matters into his own hands and shifted places as best as he could in a cramped space so he could peer out of the tiny hole. Harry's mouth dropped open, as he stood transfixed, watching the scene play out in the far right corner of the room. In the armchair where Draco had been earlier, the married Harry and Draco had somehow become relieved of their clothing and were now passionately shagging each other. The two pale bodies seemed to move as one as they explored and pleased each other's bodies with their lips, tongues and erections. "Oh dear gods" Harry said to no one in particular. When Draco had read in the Daily Prophet that the two of them had been married, that was a big shock, but the reality of it had not quite sunk in. What was happening in the room out there was just too real to be ignored. Harry wasn't sure what he should be feeling, but he realized that his body had its own ideas and seemed quite pleased with the situation, if he could judge by the sudden hardness in his pants. He wasn't naturally voyeuristic; having run away numerous times after catching Ron and Hermione in various positions; however, he found that he could not avert his unblinking gaze from the lovers on the armchair. Maybe it didn't count as voyeurism since he was looking at himself, like in a mirror, Harry thought to himself.
Draco now seemed to be coming out of his dumbfounded stupor. "I can't believe we are actually having sex in a dusty storage room. If this is what you would call romantic, you have three years to think of something more appropriate for a Malfoy."
"I thought I told you it could be dangerous to try to alter the future. We'll just have to make sure we clean it up a bit before we use it, three years from now. We've got plenty of time." Harry tried to joke.
Soon, the moaning died down and Draco stated that he thought the married couple was finished with their lovemaking. He ventured a quick look out of the peephole, but quickly averted his gaze and blushed again. Harry raised a brow wordlessly asking for an explanation. "I thought they-er we were finished since I didn't hear anything, but it seems they or we just had something in each other's mouths preventing any noise."
"Oh. So I guess we just have to wait it out then." Harry said matter of factly, partially relieved to no long be watching, but also wanting to see what Draco had just glanced at.
Draco nodded in agreement and leaned against the back of the cabinet. His body was already quite cramped from the small accommodations and he hoped to himself that the two older wizards would quickly finish what they were doing, so Harry wouldn't notice the bulge in his trousers.
After what seemed like a millennium, the two lovers dressed, got the book they needed for Snape and left the room.
After a quick peek through the hole to ensure they were alone again, the Slytherin and Gryffindor burst out of the closet so quickly, it seemed that there was a boggart inside, threatening them with their greatest fears.
"Let's get out of here now before someone else comes in. I'm sore, hot and exhausted." Draco complained.
"Don't worry, I am ready to bust out of here just as much as you are. Now, we only need to calculate the number of turns to go back three years and we will be out of here."
"Thank the gods" Draco sighed, as they began the mathematical calculations.