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The younger Draco gave his friend an icy look, he wasn't sure what he believed, or what he wanted to believe, per say.
Draco stepped over to his elder self, "Cou-could I have a word with you?"
Nodding, showing his blood-shot eyes, they strode toward one of the bookshelves.
"I...I...want that. Everything that was in those memories. I want that, except you know..."
Nodding, Draco huffed, before squaring his shoulders. "You can have that. It wasn't Hermione's time to die. I don't believe in all the rubbish of 'things happen for a reason.'
"Me either." His younger self smirked. "Could I keep those memories?"
"I don't see why not. They won't be much use to me after today..."
Draco cocked his head to the side, "Why's that?"
"Because." The younger Theo started, as both of the two stood behind him. "They came back here to change the future, they won't exist anymore. It'll just be you and I." He finished, raising his eyebrows.
The younger Draco gasped. "You're giving all of these things up? To save her?"
"Yes. The life we lived, will cease to exist, just as it crashed to an end four days ago. But I have lived all of those beautiful days with her. I know that they happened, and for me that is enough."
"You can't stay here- with us?"
The elders of the two chuckled, "No, mate, we can't. It's the law of nature."
The younger blonde man became lost in thought. A part of him was so incredibly disturbed that he could share these things, these feelings with a girl like Granger. She was a mudblood, after all.
The other part of him was coming to the conclusion that he would compare every future romantic endeavor to the love he saw himself experience in those memories.
No amount of shagging Pansy Parkinson would ever give him a trickle of the happiness he saw in the pensieve. "Ugh." He shuddered.
"Don't worry about it." Draco said to himself knowingly, "just let her down easy."
"Who? Parkinson?" Elder Theo blurted.
"Oi! Your shagging Parkinson?" Theo asked flabbergasted. "How did you not tell me?"
"Not something I'm quite proud of." The younger Draco clicked his tongue.
The older Draco stepped over to the pensieve to retrieve the memories and called his younger self over.
"I know it's all hard to believe." He began. "What Hermione and I had was real. It was one of the best damn things that has ever happened to me. I know it's going to be hard not to talk to her after this, but if it comes to it, be the biggest arsehole you can be." He smirked.
His younger self replied with his own, "I think I can do that."
"Good. And about Pansy. Don't feel bad about it. Also if she comes whining to you... Just don't feel sorry for her either." He grimaced, they both shuddered. The elder Draco held his wand up to his head extracting more memories.
"These should help...for some of your lonely nights...I just didn't want those freaks to see them." He nodded toward the Theo's.
"The-these are of you and Hermione...?"
Grinning cheekily, "Yeah, you'll thank me later."
Younger Malfoy still couldn't get used to the fact the he could smile like that.
The two Theo's looked onward to the blond men curiously.
"What do you think those memories are of?" The younger Nott asked.
"Shagging. Definitely shagging."
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The four Slytherin trotted down the staircase.
All along a cat with spectacled markings sat at the bottom of the Headmasters steps watching the farewells between the four men.
The two pairs of friends stood across from one another in a dimly lit hall.
Neither of them knew what to say but they knew it was time to part ways. To say goodbye.
"You know what you have to do?" Asked the elder Draco to his younger self.
He nodded in understanding before reaching out to shake his counterpart's hand.
"And Theo, you handsome bloke, keep an eye on our Draco for me won't you? You know how helpless he is." Said the older Theo through a cheeky grin.
Both Nott boys began to laugh before leaning forward and clapping each other on the back.
The younger two headed back toward the Slytherin common room, a cat racing in between their legs.
"Damn cat." Theodore hissed.
The elder two began down the hall, walking in earnest toward the Gunhilda of Gorsemoor statue that they came from early that morning. Theo and Draco took a left and headed down a corridor. As they approached a passage to their right, a figure quickly stepped out humming a familiar tune. Upon her hasty exit, Draco nearly crashed into her head-on.
Bushy hair, the colour of deep amber.
Kind, hazelnut, eyes.
The scent of fresh rain, parchment, and vanilla filled his nostrils.
Her scent.
Draco stood frozen, as did she, visibly confused with his reaction. After a long pause, he managed "Hello, Hermione, nice afternoon for a walk, wouldn't you say?"
"Erm, yes?" She said still confused, especially with the use of her first name, but cracked a small smile.
Theo's jaw fell to the ground as he moved to tug Draco onward by the sleeve of his cloak.
"Well, it seems we must get on." He stammered "I'll be seeing you." before casting a soft smile at her. It took every ounce of his being not to reach out and touch her. He hadn't come all this way and gone through such a horribly emotional day to toss it all now.
She returned his smile and managed a shaky nod, she could have sworn there were tears in his eyes as they slowly peeled from hers and they parted ways.
Hermione walked on into the shadows, absolutely bewildered. She couldn't help but shake her head. What has been up with Draco Malfoy lately? That was just...weird. And how on earth did Mister Pureblood Snob know the muggle song she had been humming?
She glanced back, over her shoulder and caught him as he turned his head back away from her, over his own shoulder, disappearing around a corner.
"You sure that was a good idea, mate?"
"I...couldn't help myself." He sighed "It will be okay though. The younger me will be a right git to her. She'll be confused but she'll forget all about that when she realizes I'm still the same old arse I've always been."
"Draco, I think we both know her well enough to know she won't forget. That witch doesn't forget anything." He said as Draco muttered an almost-silent Dissendium to the One-Eyed Witch statue.
"Like that time I walked in on her using the toilet." He cringed walking past Draco, sliding into the statue passageway. Draco slid in after him and they walked a few paces before stopping.
"Let's just get on with it already" said Theo. "What difference does it make where we do it at this point?"
Draco stepped forward and dug the time-turner from his cloak once more, wrapping the chain around his friend's neck.
"You nervous?" Theo asked bluntly. "A bit. You?" -
"No. Knowing that there is a second me, life should be just dandy." He joked.
Draco managed a small laugh.
"Right. See you on the other side, Nott?"
"Course! Now be sure to spin it the right way."
Draco took the hourglass in his hand and turned it appropriately before Theo burst forward wrapping him in a tight embrace and in return Draco held him back as time began to flicker around them, their bodies fading with each second passing.
"See ya, mate." And with a curt nod of gratitude and perseverance the two men disappeared, as if they were never even there.
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Draco and Theodore had made it to the Dungeons.
A new-found respect had been silently passed between the boys. Draco whispered the password for the common room, as they stepped in they were greeted by an elder witch.
"Good evening Mister Malfoy and Mister Nott."
Draco and Theo traded glances and back to the woman that stood before them.
"Hello professor. Not too much a good evening, if you ask me." Theo smiled solemnly.
"May I ask what the two of you were doing with the other two of you in the headmasters office?"
Draco held the phial in his pocket tightly.
"We uh...well..." Draco started, but couldn't find the words.
"Get on with it." Professor McGonagall demanded.
Draco's face paused with fear.
"He and Hermione Granger get married and she dies. So myself and Draco came back to tell us for him" He nudged his friend in the arm "to stay away from her."
Professor McGonagall knitted her brows together, "Interesting... And how may I ask did she die?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange." Draco spoke out suddenly, clenching his fist even tighter around the memories.
"Whose idea was it for you to come back to now?" She inquired looking from boy to boy.
"From what I gathered it was Malfoy." Theo said forwardly.
"Gee thanks, arse."
McGonagall pursed her lips. "Well, ten points from Slytherin."
"What? Why!" Theo retorted. Draco rolled his eyes, he couldn't care less.
"Because you know better Mister Nott for allowing him to come back in time. You know the repercussions." She stated sullenly.
"It...wha... It wasn't really me though!" He pleaded. "Anyway, what's done is done. Hermione should live, if things go right."
"If is correct, Mister Nott. Do you have the time-turner?"
"No. They took it with them."
"I see. I hope you see to it that your ten points were well worth it." She winked and nodded to the two.
The men made their ways to their bed chambers, and Draco sat on his bed, placing the phial onto a transfigured chain. Theo stood before him, "So, how you feeling?"
Draco clenched his jaw, "I don't know. Kind of numb." Theo nodded and moved to sit beside his friend, clasping his shoulder. They both stared at the floor at their feet.