Title: Time Changes Everything

Rating: M
Warnings: Non-explicit slash, non-HBP compliant
Disclaimer: JK Rowling Owns Harry Potter and its original characters. I came up with this plot, but if anyone can do it better- please go ahead, I'd love to read it!

A/N: Thanks for the nice reviews, I really appreciate them. Keep them coming, Please!

"I should have known that you would manage to screw up something as simple as time travel, Potter," snarled Malfoy as he got up and wiped the excess grass off his clothes.

"Screw it up? What are you talking about Malfoy? I activated my temporal portkey and ended up here. End of story." Harry shot back.

"But this is my future, why the hell are you here?" Malfoy asked incredulously. He continued, "It must be because you did something wrong! This is my worst nightmare."

Harry stared indignantly at Malfoy. "This is no piece of cake for me either, Malfoy. Do you think I want to be here with-"

But Harry was cut off.

"Harry, Draco, come inside. Let's not cause a scene. "

Harry and Draco's heads shot up as they looked to see who had spoken to them. There, standing at the doorway of one of the corner town houses were two men who appeared to be the older versions of themselves. Apparently, the older Draco had spoken as the older Harry looked on with an amused face. Both were extremely well dressed and groomed. They both had kind looks on their faces with hints of amusement in their eyes.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, neither of them sure what to make of the situation. Harry felt a jolt of uncertainty in is stomach but silently followed Draco, who looked as uncomfortable as Harry felt, as he walked towards the town house.

When Harry entered the townhouse, he felt a strange feeling of contentment wash over him. For the first time in his life, he truly felt like he was in his own home. Before he was able to revel in this feeling, Draco interrupted his thoughts.

"Would somebody please tell me what the Hell is going on here and why Potter ended up coming to my future? I certainly have enough of him in my present and I was hoping to get a vacation from Dumbledore's favorite pet golden boy who just won't die!" He said, his voice getting louder and angrier with each sentence.

"Honestly Malfoy, you don't think I have had enough of you? Since the first time we met, you have been nothing but an annoying, spoiled git who never fails to-"once again, Harry was interrupted, mid-rant.

"Guys, please stop fighting for a minute," the older Harry said with a smile, "just be quiet for a few minutes and we would be glad to tell you both what is going on."

Harry truly looked at his thirty year old self for the first time since he time traveled. He was shocked, to say the least. Somehow, he expected himself to look drastically different. He didn't look fatter, skinnier, taller, or more weather-beaten. He simply looked like an older version of his sixteen year old self. Well, an older, better dressed version anyway. He wore his hair slightly long and it was as messy as usual, but the mess seemed to be controlled and looked good. He still had glasses, but they were a stylish frame which fit his face well and brought out the gold specks in his green eyes. He was dressed in black pressed slacks, and a soft grey sweater. Both looked expensive and fit him perfectly.

Apparently, Draco noticed the future Harry for the first time as well, because he was staring at him with his mouth slightly open. "Gosh, Potter- who would have though you could ever lose the poor orphan look you have perfected over the years?" He smirked.

Harry was about to respond but was interrupted by the older Draco.

"There will be plenty of time for insults, jabs, and making up later," he winked at the older Harry, "but right now we need to explain to you what is going on here. It would be best if you two wouldn't talk while Harry and I explain." Both boys balked as they heard Draco refer to Harry with his given name and not Potter, Scarhead, or some other pejorative insult. "In order to do this, I am going to cast a silencing spell on both of you so you can not talk while we are explaining the situation to you."

Harry and Draco looked insulted and both started to argue with the older Draco, but he ignored them and flicked his wand with a bored expression and simply said, "mutus."

"Why don't you both sit down on the couch over there," the older Harry said, pointing to a nice green chenille couch with comfortable looking pillows on it.

The couch was in a living room decorated in greens and tans and it had an overwhelmingly pleasant feel to it. There was a dark baby grand piano in the corner of the room next to a large bay window that had beautiful window treatments surrounding it. Harry admired the room and the tasteful decorations such as the artwork and plants that graced it. It was well done, but not overly fancy. Overall, Harry decided, he liked the room. There were muggle accents throughout the room, like electric lamps, a large aquarium which was plugged into the wall and had the most interesting looking fish in it, and a telephone in the corner. But Harry noticed magical things in the room as well. Some of the artwork was moving, there was a marble game of wizard chess on a small side table next to one of the couches, and there appeared to be a pensieve backed into a little nook in the one of the walls. There was recessed lighting throughout the room which brought attention to the different accoutrements which were elegantly placed around the room.

Harry and Draco sat down on opposite sides of the couch and tried not to glare at one another as the older Draco began to speak, "It is no mistake that you two ended up portkeying to the same place and time. The simple reason being that you are each other's future. Welcome to your home, Harry and Draco. This is the Potter-Malfoy residence. Harry and I are married to each other" He said with a twinkle in his eyes. Harry fainted and Draco looked like he was going to throw up.