The next place they visited was familiar. In fact, it was Draco's house, seen from a vantage point on a hill a few streets away. Good-Looking Draco glanced up at Older Draco.
"Why are we all the way over here?" he made to move closer but Older Draco caught his arm with a sudden hiss.
"No! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be here right now? We could get ourselves killed, past, present and future,"
Good-Looking Draco raised his eyebrows, "How am I supposed to know what's going to happen? You're the one that's done it before. This is all new for me,"
Older Draco pulled out his little mirror again and waved his wand towards the Malfoy house. The scene reflected in the glass drew a gasp from younger Draco.
"Is that…?"
"Lord Voldemort. Yes. You are about to do something highly inadvisable,"
Good-Looking Draco felt very cold, "What the hell is wrong with me?"
"You're in love. In the future, they have pills for that,"
Mirror Draco was sitting at a table, looking very pale between his two parents. They were not the only ones in the room though. The house seemed to be a meeting place for a large group of Death Eaters, all of them seated around the long table, with Lord Voldemort himself at the head. A large snake was coiled around his shoulders and he stroked it absently.
"Draco," he said suddenly, in a voice like scales sliding through dead leaves.
Mirror Draco sat up ramrod straight, "Yes, my Lord?"
Good-Looking Draco frowned at that. Had he joined the Death Eaters? Maybe it wasn't so surprising but after seeing himself with Hermione… he could do better. Disgust settled in the pit of his stomach and a fowl taste rose in his mouth. Older Draco was solemn.
"You didn't have much of a choice," he said quietly, "The Death Eaters don't take rejection particularly well,"
Voldemort spoke again and Older Draco fell silent.
"… I hear that you have been consorting with a mudblood," the word was a hiss, the inflection and the voice that spoke it making the insult a threat.
"It's nothing, my Lord," Mirror Draco mumbled, eyes down.
"Prove it to me," Voldemort said, "I want you to kill her, Draco,"
Mirror Draco nodded without hesitation.
"No!" Good-Looking Draco turned frantically to his older self, "We don't kill her, do we?"
Older Draco shook his head, "Not now,"
"Not now? What the hell does that mean?"
"It means shut up and watch what happens next so you don't do it again this time round,"
Good-Looking Draco clenched his jaw and glanced at the mirror again. He shook his head.
"No," he said, "I've seen what I need to see. You screw up. We're done here,"
Older Draco watched his younger self, "You're growing attached to her," he observed.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"I thought it was… but maybe I made a mistake. You're getting hot-headed,"
"Yeah? Well too late. Time for the next time-skip. I'm going to find out what you meant that I don't kill her now. You see, it implies that I'm going to kill her later,"
Older Draco sighed and then slipped the mirror away, pulling the Time Turner from his robes instead.
"You aren't thinking clearly," he warned, "You're going to make even worse mistakes than you did the first time around,"
Good-Looking Draco glared, "Shut up and flip the hourglass,"