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!

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Chapter 3: Questions and Answers

When Harry woke up, he had no idea where he was. There was a dark figure standing over him that was out of focus. He heard the figure speak kindly, "Harry, wake up, Harry, are you okay?"

As the person came into focus, Harry noticed that he had blonde hair that could only belong to one person. It all came back to him.

Harry was married to Draco Malfoy in the future? How was that possible? He wasn't even gay! At least, he didn't think he was. He never thought that way about other guys. The whole Cho Chang affair was quite the mess and it made Harry wonder whether he would ever find anyone who worked for him, but Malfoy?

For the first time since his journey, Harry really looked at the older Draco. Gone was the platinum hair slicked back with gallons of hair gel. Instead, his hair fell softly over his eyes and he too wore it a little long around the ears. It had also seemed to darken a few shades, which was definitely an improvement over the unnaturally white blonde locks he used to sport. Shockingly, he was dressed in rather muggle attire. He was wearing dark blue jeans, a long sleeved navy t-shirt with a gray t-shirt layered over it, and a pair of well-worn trainers. Even though he was dressed pretty casually, Harry was able to appreciate the way he looked. The final touch was the kind expression on the older Draco's face. The constant sneer that the younger Malfoy seemed to have perfected had vanished and in its place was a kind smile accented by warm gray/blue eyes. Harry couldn't help but stare at him.

"Stop staring at me, Potter. It makes me nervous," sneered Malfoy after his older counterpart removed the muting charm from him and Harry.

"He is not looking at you," the older Draco corrected his younger self, "but truthfully Harry, you are staring at me and I think it might make my husband a bit uncomfortable," he said in a mocking tone he hoped would ease the tension in the room.

Harry shook his head like he was trying to rid himself of a pesky insect. "Sorry," he said, "I am just trying to make sense of this, I must have spaced out for a bit. I really am confused though. I honestly can't believe that this," he pointed his fingers at the older Harry and Draco "is my future," he then looked at Malfoy and revised his statement, "our future."

By this time, Malfoy looked like he was ready to explode. He had stood up from the couch; he was pacing the room back and forth, and looked deep in thought. "Questions- I have questions," he said with a pointed look at the older Draco and Harry.

"We figured you would," said the older Harry, "why don't you two take turns asking us questions and we will do our best to answer them for you."

Harry averted his eyes as he saw the older Harry sit down next to the older Draco and enclose his hand in the blonde's intertwined fingers. "You are doing that to freak us out, aren't you?" He asked.

"I hadn't thought of that, Harry, but I can't say that it isn't fun to see you two squirm in discomfort. You will have to realize that Harry and I here are a married couple and we do things that married people do. If exhibiting public displays of affection with my husband makes you uncomfortable, I apologize. But you, my friend, are going to have to deal with it," Draco said and once again winked at his husband who smiled back at him. "Now, do you two have questions?"

"Well, first of all, this is getting confusing. My head is spinning with the Harry this Harry that, husband Draco, me, Draco. What should we all call each other? In essence, we are four different people and we will be together for a whole month so we should get this straight," the younger Draco spoke and Harry noticed that as opposed to his reaction of gaze aversion, Draco was blatantly staring at their older counterparts and their loving touches and glances with open curiosity.

"Good point, I see where this might get confusing. Why don't this Draco," the older Harry said patting his husband on the knee, "and I be called 'Draco and Harry' and you guys can be called 'Malfoy and Potter'- that is what you call each other anyway, right?" The boys nodded. "Besides, Draco only calls me "Potter" when he is annoyed with me."

"True, or occasionally in the bedroom," Draco quipped with a smirk.

"Too much information!" Potter cried as Malfoy simultaneously screamed, "Ugh, I don't need that mental picture!"

The older men laughed together, obviously enjoying the uneasiness their younger counterparts were feeling. After this, the questions were shot like an automatic rifle at Harry and Draco.

"Am I gay?" Potter asked imploringly.

Malfoy gave him a conceited look and sarcastically answered, "No, Potter, you just decided to shack up with a guy. What kind of stupid question is that? How do you not know what your sexual orientation is? You are bloody 16 years old!"

"Well, Malfoy, it hasn't come up yet. I haven't ever felt anything towards another guy. Then again I haven't felt much towards girls either. I honestly don't know. Do you mean to tell me you're gay?" Potter asked him.

"Well, not actively practicing, but yes. While I appreciate both women and men, I tend to lean more towards males." Malfoy answered honestly.

"Potter, it really isn't a matter of being gay or straight. Honestly, the situation arose, Draco and I got together and I fell in love with him," Harry explained.

Draco added with a grin, "I always say, Harry is Draco-sexual!"

Harry punched Draco in the arm jokingly.

"So how did we get together? Potter and I can't stand each other." Malfoy asked.

Harry answered this one, "true, you can't stand each other but admit it, you guys do have a grudging respect for each other don't you?"

"Respect? How can I have respect for a death eater in training?" Potter asked, his voice laced with contempt.

Malfoy answered him loudly, "Potter, remember what I said about making assumptions about people and their families?"

"Yes, Potter. Malfoy, if you don't mind, I would like to field this question," Draco addressed his younger self who nodded in response. "Potter, you are the 'savior of the wizarding world' but that doesn't mean that you know your arse from your head." Harry coughed in surprise.

Draco gave his husband a look that clearly said, 'it's true and you know it' and continued, "My family has been heavily steeped in the dark arts for generations. That is true. But what you don't know is that when my father married my mother he realized that he didn't want his wife and family involved in evil anymore. He consciously decided that he wanted to change. Of course by this time, he was pretty high in the ranks of Lord Voldemort's followers and he knew that if he would defect, Lord Voldemort would kill him and his family. So my father worked closely with Dumbledore, Snape, and the Order of the Phoenix as a spy for the light side. This eventually got him killed, but make no mistake. My father died a hero for our side. Not as a follower of Voldemort," Draco finished proudly.

Malfoy looked awe-struck. "Father was killed?"

"He was, Malfoy. But like I said, he died a hero and you should be proud of him. I am," and Draco walked over to his younger self and hugged him while the adolescent Slytherin quietly cried into his arms.

"I had no idea," said Potter, slightly taken aback both by the revelations about Lucious Malfoy as well as by the display of emotion the younger Malfoy was displaying.

Malfoy wiped his eyes and looked at Potter, "You wouldn't have. Look, I am not sure if we can bury the hatchet on six years of rivalry, but at least you know that I am not evil. I on the other hand still think you are a glorified, overrated prat."

"Well at least we know where we stand, Malfoy. Oh, and I still think you are a spoiled git," Potter said without the contempt he usually reserved for Malfoy. "So, you never answered the question, how did we get together?"

"In our seventh year Dumbledore got on this whole house unity kick with the impending war and all that. Anyway, Draco and I were put in a dorm with two Hufflepuffs and you know how Hufflepuffs can be- they were so annoying that the two of us forged a reluctant friendship. Mostly it was based on our mutual disdain for the other boys in our room, but eventually we both realized we had a lot in common. We still fought like cats and dogs, but the fights were more in the spirit of debate than disdain. Anyway, after one fight Draco got so angry at me that he said to me, 'Shut your mouth, Potter.' I answered, 'Make me' and well, he made me shut my mouth. In fact I didn't come up for air for a good few minutes after that," Harry said with a smile.

Draco continued, "we started going out soon after that, but we didn't tell anyone until Valentine's Day of that year. By that time people were already collecting bets on when the two of us would get together so no one was really surprised."

"Even Ron?" Harry asked.

"Even the Weasel," answered Draco. "I believe he made about a hundred galleons on that bet. Anyway, while our friends wouldn't have necessarily wanted the two of us to become a couple, eventually most of them came around and accepted that the two of us were together."

Malfoy asked the next question, "Do you two work or do you spend the whole day at home shagging like bunnies?"

Potter looked like he was ready to disappear into the floor out of embarrassment, but Harry and Draco merely laughed.

"Yes we work, Malfoy," Harry answered pointedly, "I played professional quiddich for a few years. In fact, I was the seeker for the Chudley Cannons until I retired at age 24. I now work part time as a broom engineer and I consult with various quiddich teams on broom mechanics and riding ergonomics."

"Why did you retire?" Potter asked dissapointedly.

"Various reasons that I will explain a bit later."

"So what do you do, erm, Draco?" Malfoy asked, still not quite comfortable at addressing his older self.

"I am a part time Potions Professor at Hogwarts. I actually job share with Hermione," Draco answered matter of factly, "I teach the theory and she instructs the practical labs. It is actually a very pragmatic arrangement that seems to benefit the students quite well. And I am more than happy not to teach full time. I also don't have to live at Hogwarts so it really is the perfect job for me."

Potter couldn't believe his ears. "You and Hermione get along well enough to job share? I might just faint again!"

"Don't expect me to revive you if you pass out, Potter," sneered Malfoy. "I can't believe I never figured out you were Gay before today. You are such a drama queen!"

"I am not!" hissed Potter indignantly.

"Guys, let's hold off on the bickering. Gosh, you too sound like an old married couple," joked Harry.

Potter became serious and quietly asked, "Did I kill Voldemort?"

"You did. But let's leave it at that for now," answered Harry.

"OK, enough questions for now. I am sure that you two are tired and hungry. Let's get something ot eat and then we will give you a tour around the house and show you your room. You will be sharing one by the way," Draco explained.

Both boys snorted and rolled their eyes but neither really cared as sharing a room was the least of surprises they had both received that day.

"I have one more question," Potter said to Draco, "What happened to the Malfoy sneer?" Potterasked him incredulously.

"Oh, believe me, he still uses it plenty," Harry answered smiling, "especially when he doesn't get his way."

"Hey, be nice Harry," Draco pouted, "I am not the same spoiled brat I used to be," he said this with a pointed look to his younger self, "I mostly use the sneer or the smirk when I feel that you or one of the kids is being wronged."

"True," conceded his husband.

"One of the kids?" both Potter and Malfoy screamed at the same time.