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: I enjoyed writing this chapter. I am not so good with the lovey dovey stuff but hopefully you will get the picture. Keep reviewing!

A/N2: I had put up this chapter yesterday but thanks to SaKuRa-MIna ( a fantastic reviewer!) who pointed out that I confused a few Draco/Malfoys, so here is the edit. Enjoy!

Chapter 8: Slytherins, Guests, and Quiddich

Over the next few days, Draco and Harry noticed that Malfoy and Potter were closer than they had been before their day in the park. The two boys had not yet had a repeat of the kiss that they had shared on the park bench and they hadn't even discussed the brief moment of intimacy, but they began to exhibit acute signs of interest in one another.

Draco and Harry enjoyed watching their younger selves flirting with each other and trying not to be too obvious about wanting to be close to one another. They could be observed standing just a little too close to one another and sneaking small touches here and there. The two adults reveled in the memories of the beginnings of their relationship and enjoyed reminiscing about their young love.

Potter and Malfoy of course thought they were being subtle with their new found affection for each other but then again, they didn't realize that their older counterparts had been watching them like hawks since their arrival into the future.

The four men were busily bustling around the kitchen trying to prepare dinner. Blaise Zabini and his younger self were going to be joining them. The children were currently spending the night at Narcissa's and the older Potter-Malfoys and Potter and Malfoy were looking forward to an evening of adult company and conversation.

Potter never really had much to do with Zabini, but Blaise was Draco's best friend and supposedly he became a fast friend to Harry when the Gryffindor and Slytherin got together. Zabini was one of the less obnoxious Slytherins at Hogwarts; nevertheless, he was still a Slytherin. Potter figured he would get to see another side of the dark haired boy and even though he felt somewhat anxious about the evening, part of him was looking forward to it.

"Hey Malfoy, maybe we should wear the t-shirts again," Potter said with a smirk while the two of them were peeling potatoes for a scalloped potato dish.

"No way, I don't want to freak Blaise out. He probably went crazy as it is when he heard about us," Malfoy responded.

"What a double standard. It was ok to freak out my friends, but when it comes to your precious Slytherin crony, it's off limits? That is so not fair, Malfoy," Potter said indignantly waving his potato peeler at the blonde.

"Fine, we'll wear the sodding t-shirts!" Malfoy proclaimed with an annoyed tone, but honestly he didn't really care. He enjoyed making Potter mad and admitted to himself that he found the green-eyed boy cute when he got angry.

"Good," replied Potter and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Malfoy had a small smile on his face

Dinner went better than Potter had expected. Zabini apparently had a good two weeks to deal with Harry and Draco's relationship because his older self filled him in on his friends'lives on the first day he arrived in the future. He did sputter a little when he saw the boys' t-shirts, but ever the true Slytherin, he recovered nicely and commented deviously, "So Potter is riding you already, Draco?" when he saw Potter's shirt. He was satisfied to note that Potter turned a nice shade of red while Malfoy looked rather self-satisfied.

Potter and Malfoy found out that the Blaise of the future was very much single. He enjoyed moving from one woman to the next and was in no hurry to settle down. He traveled extensively as he was currently working for the World Quiddich League and was presently planning the final details of the next Quiddich World Cup which was to take place at the end of the summer in Australia. Harry and Draco were going to be taking the children to the World Cup and Potter, Malfoy and Zabini were all extremely jealous and annoyed that they would be back in the past by then.

Malfoy took the opportunity to grill Draco and Blaise about the futures of his fellow Slytherins.

"How about Pansy?"

"She ended up marrying Marcus Flint actually. Apparently, he was a personal trainer at Magical Muscles (the popular chain of Wizarding gyms) and she became his client. They fought for the first few months because he worked her so hard, but eventually they fell in love. She is actually expecting her first child," Blaise explained.

"Parkinson and Flint. I never would have seen that one coming," Malfoy mused. He then asked, knowing that some of his classmates had been Voldemort's supporters, "anyone end up on the wrong side of the war?"

Draco answered, "many of the parents of our classmates ended up being arrested or killed at some point during the war, but shockingly enough by the time the war came around, the majority of the Slytherins had had enough of the Dark Lord and didn't really want to serve a deranged maniac."

Blaise looked at Draco and said, "Draco, you are being humble. You know you spearheaded that campaign in the dungeons of Slytherin," he looked at Malfoy and Potter and continued, "it is because of this man that most of the Slytherins didn't join the dark side before, during, or after the war. He used his position as the unofficial leader of Slytherin to get people to join the light side even if it meant going against our parents."

Potter gave Malfoy a look of fierce admiration and awe while the blonde merely shrugged in a manner which clearly said, "it had to be done."

"Who from our class ended up becoming death eaters?" Potter asked curiously.

"Only Theodore Nott and Millicent Bullstrode," answered Draco. "If I am not mistaken, those two are probably not enjoying their time in the future as their future selves are both locked in Azkaban for the rest of their lives."

"That is rough," Malfoy said without any feeling. "So where are Crabbe and Goyle?"

"You didn't tell him?" Blaise asked Draco with a leer.

"Nah- we haven't had the opportunity. You go ahead. Enjoy yourself."

"With pleasure," Blaise responded. "It would appear that you two weren't the only gay members of our graduating class. Crabbe and Goyle came out as boyfriends a few months after we graduated. Seeing as how they never really did well with the magic stuff in school and they were horrified that their parents were death eaters, they decided to leave the wizarding world and went to live as muggles in the states."

Blaise looked at Draco and Harry as the couple tried to suppress their giggles

"Why is that so funny?" asked Malfoy.

"Well, Vince and Greg are currently living in Las Vegas and they star in a drag show called 'Big Ladies: You Know You Want Us." Blaise barely got the words out before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "I actually went to see the show the last time I was in the States. To say it was disturbing would be an understatement on the other hand, it was terribly entertaining!"

The six men laughed at the thought of Malfoy's former "body guards" dressed in drag and singing and dancing on a stage.

The laughter died down and Malfoy asked his older self, "how's Sev?", referring to his godfather, Snape.

"Not so good. He has actually been living in St. Mungo's Long Term Care unit since the war. When Voldemort found out he was a spy, rather than killing him, like he did my father, he subjected him to the most violent form of the Cruciatus curse and like Neville Longbottom's parents, he went crazy." Harry explained. "We take the kids to visit him, but he only recognizes us on occasion. Usually when he sees me, he thinks I am my father, so mostly I stay out of the way while Draco and the kids try to placate him."

"That is horrible. What a waste," Malfoy said quietly.

"It is. We try to focus on the good that came out of the war though. But speaking of Longbottom, Neville is doing great," Harry said brightly. "He married Hannah Abbot and the two of them own a wonderful herbology store in Hogsmeade. Draco and Hermione go there all the time when they are looking for new herbs for Potions class."

"Yeah, I never would have thought Longbottom would help me with potions, but his comprehensive knowledge of herbology really makes my job easier. He often suggests substitutes for more dangerous herbs that we would rather the students not come in contact with. He is great at what he does." Draco said appreciatively.

"Who would have thought?" pondered Potter.

After dinner and a wonderful dessert of treacle tart and tea, the men decided to play a game of three on three quiddich. Malfoy and Potter and Draco and Harry had previously played each other and enjoyed it immensely. When they played last week, Harry teamed with Potter while Draco teamed with Malfoy. This time, they decided that the teams would be split up by age.

Harry and Potter played seeker for their respective teams while Draco and Malfoy played beater/chaser and Blaise and Zabini played keeper.

Potter and Malfoy worked really well with each other. Both boys were excellent tacticians and they realized that when they weren't competing for the same snitch, they were actually a really good team. Malfoy enjoyed playing the positions of beater and chaser and he secretly admitted to himself that he would have liked to play one of the those positions for Slytherin's team. He never really cared to be the seeker, but his fierce need to compete with Potter made him want to play that position.

The score was 60 to 50 in favor of the older players. It was getting late and Draco, Harry, Potter and Malfoy were all anticipating the return of the children in the morning. None of them relished the thought being tired when the children arrived home.

Harry and Potter were flying around on their brooms looking intently for the snitch. Harry had the years of professional quiddich as well as a state of the art ergonomic broom on his side, but Potter had youth and the sheer desire to beat the older players going for him.

"Come on, Potter show them why I married you! Don't be a ponce, and find the bloody snitch already!" Draco called to his husband.

Harry gritted his teeth and yelled back, "I would have an easier time finding the damn snitch if you would just SHUT UP, MALFOY!"

Potter took the momentary and uncharacteristic lapse of marital harmony that his older counterpart and Draco were exhibiting to try to find the snitch. He flew around looking everywhere for the little golden ball. Suddenly, he noticed Malfoy motioning subtely with his head towards the broom shed. There, Potter noticed the snitch fluttering around. He immediately aimed his broom downwards and sped towards the ground. Harry noticed the snitch a few seconds after Potter started flying towards it. The two raced towards the ball, but in the end, Potter was able to close his fingers around it while Harry just barely came up behind him.

The three older players were dissapointed and Harry and Draco were still somewhat perturbed with each other but the younger players were jumping up and down in celebration. They all high fived each other and Malfoy even grabbed Potter into a hug and kissed the boy's messy hair.

Blaise interrupted the revelry and said, "we better get going, Zabini. We have an early meeting tommorow."

The two said their good byes and Harry and Draco went up the stairs muttering at eachother in annoyed tones.

Potter and Malfoy were left downstairs to celebrate by themselves. "Care for a celebratory drink, Malfoy?" Potter asked slyly.

"I would love one, but where would we get it?" Malfoy asked with uncharacteristic innocence.

"Well, last week, I couldn't sleep so I snuck downstairs with my invisibility cloak to try and watch a little telly but Harry and Draco were still up. Anyway, they were having a midnight drink and I watched Harry open the liquor cupboard. It has a tricky little spell on it to lock it but I think I remember it," he explained.

"Well, aren't you just the little Slytherin?" Malfoy asked with a wink and an affectionate pinch of Potter's cheek.

"More than you even know," replied Potter who reddened at the touch and walked to the locked liquor cupboard. He then took his wand and waved it over the cabinet 3 times and said an incantation that Malfoy couldn't hear. The cupboard opened and a stash of both muggle and wizard drinks were on display for the two boys to see.

They ended up choosing fire whiskey because that was the only drink they agreed on since Malfoy refused to try any of the muggle alcohol arguing that they would probably infect his wizarding blood.

"To us," Malfoy said as he held the bottle of fire whiskey towards Potter.

"To us," Potter agreed and nodded his head at the blonde.

4 bottles of fire whiskey later and both boys were sitting on the floor laughing hysterically.

"Remember when you got turned into a ferret?" Potter asked his words slurring ever so slightly as he giggled.

"Of course I remember, I was bloody embarrassed!"

"You were bloody cute also. You are still bloody cute," and with that Potter kissed Malfoy on the nose.

"Cute? Cute? What about incredibly handsome and sexy?" Malfoy slurred and he returned the kiss to Potter's nose.

"That goes without saying. I may not have always known I liked blokes, but I always thought you were bloody georgeous. You were a right bastard, but a georgeous one at that!" Potter added.

"Well, you were my first wet dream," Malfoy admitted. "I was so angry when I woke up that I purposely threw the wrong ingredient into your potion in Snape's class. Your potion blew up and you got detention for a week! It was in our 4th year."

"You bastard!" Potter said without meaning it. He then crawled onto Malfoy's lap and whispered in his ear "do you still dream about me?"

"I haven't, but after tonight I am sure it will happen all the time."

And then Malfoy kissed Potter with all the passion he had. The two rolled around on the floor, kissed each other , and groped for each other with a fierce yearning to be a part of the others' body. Malfoy snaked his hands unde Potters shirt and they both moaned as they felt the flesh to flesh contact. Malfoy was about to pull off Potter's shirt when all of a sudden both heard-

"Malfoy, Potter, what are you two doing?"

They looked up and saw Draco and Harry standing on the bottom of the steps.