Draco watched himself walking into the library, while he sat with himself in the corner. Something was seriously wrong with that picture. He glanced up at his future self.

"How does your brain handle this time travel stuff, anyway?"

"Same way yours does, considering they are one and the same,"

He rolled his eyes. Older Draco copied the expression perfectly.

"Hey," he said, "Don't pull that face at me. I invented that face,"

Present Draco – damn it, this was no longer his time slot. He'd have to stop calling himself that – groaned. Who knew he was such a pain in the ass?

The Draco from this particular time period snuck away behind a shelf of books. He wasn't much older than… than… what exactly could he call himself? Good-Looking Draco. Yes, that would do. He wasn't much older than Good-Looking Draco, so this couldn't be too far ahead in the future.

Older Draco nudged Good-Looking Draco as the door opened again and Hermione entered. She cast a quick glance around and then made her way behind the same shelf as the Draco had done. Good-Looking Draco struggled to get his head around keeping track of all of the various versions of himself. It wasn't getting any easier.

"No, it stays confusing," Older Draco said, correctly interpreting his counterpart's expression.

Well, it wasn't so surprising. It was his expression, in a way. Gah, what a mess.

"Here," Older Draco said quietly, "We can watch them on this,"

He pulled a square of reflective glass out of his pocket. Good-Looking Draco had never seen anything like it before. It was about the size of a loaf of bread and when Older Draco pointed his wand in the direction of the pair behind the book shelves, an image of them suddenly appeared in full colour and focus. Good-Looking Draco whistled appreciatively and Older Draco smiled affectionately, his eyes far away.

"Hermione invents it a year out of school,"

"Neat,"

"Very. Now shut up; there's volume, if you stop talking. I know how much you love the sound of your own voice,"

Good-Looking Draco fell sullenly silent and watched the Draco and Hermione in the glass.

Draco pulled her into a hug and she kissed him. When they separated, she laughed a little bit nervously.

"Have you told anyone yet?" she asked.

Draco shook his head, "Have you?"

"No. They'd disown me," she bit her lip, "Do you think this is worth it?"

"This," Older Draco whispered, "Is when you realise that you care,"

Mirror Draco looked at her for a long moment. Then he kissed her again.

"Yes," he said finally, "I think it's worth it,"

"In that case, we have to let people know. I don't want to be in a relationship I'm ashamed of. Everything has to be out in the open,"

Mirror Draco grimaced and then took her hand bravely, "Okay. What do you say we parade around the school for a while? People will get the message,"

She smiled, "What if our friends are done with us over this?"

"You're better company than Crabb and Goyle anyway,"

Older Draco lowered his wand and the image faded. Mirror Draco and Hermione emerged from their hiding place hand in hand and made their way out into the hallway. Good-Looking Draco glanced up at Older Draco.

"So what? We date. What's the big problem?"

"You do more than date," Older Draco said, "That's the big problem. Come on. There's more you have to see,"