It was now sometime around four in the afternoon, and both Harry and Draco were still in their pyjamas, something they rarely done or even let the kids do. Yet they knew that were soon to be getting changed, at six they were expected to be dressed and at the Burrow for Harrys birthday dinner. Draco was leaned up against the far arm of the couch, with one leg being sat on and the other planted firmly to the ground. He still had no shirt on, but his bottoms had been replaced by a pair Harry picked out, they were elasticated with draw strings, meaning that they wouldn't fall off. He had left his wand on the coffee table in front of him beside a cup of coffee dreads. Harry was lying down on the couch, his head was lying on Draco's thighs, and his legs were thrown across the other armrest. Harry's wand was on the fireplace in a small mahogany wand box, and would hopefully stay there until the end of the day.
Harry had made a resolution at the end of the war, he decided that on his birthday each year he would act muggle, meaning no magic what so ever, it was in order to remember his last day as believing he was one. He had always failed spectacularly, seeing as he was a working Auror for most of them. The ones after, he was healing the sick the dying and the confused. Draco's personal favourite was last year, when Harry had purposely planned to break the resolution, but he couldn't. Draco and Harry had planned their bonding ceremony to happen on the thirtieth of July at eleven at night. Yet by the time a drunken George and Ron were found, by a just as equally drunk Teddy and Blaze, it was one in the morning the day after Harrys birthday, and no-one but Draco noticed. well that was until after they were bonded and the presiding wizard spoke up and said 'let it be known from this day forth that on August the first Mr Draco Malfoy and Mr Harry Potter share one of the same heart.' This shocked Harry he had planned it start to finish, and they were meant to be bonded minutes before the end of the thirty-first.
Draco sighed heavily and lent over to pick up his wand, flicking his wrist and casting a non-verbal spell quickly and dropped his wand to Harry's chest. There was a sudden low 'whooshing' sound and a purple velvet box dropped into Draco's open hand. He attempted to sit up straighter but couldn't, so he gestured for Harry to move up. Harry sat up and looked at the small box curiously, it was about the size of a ring box, it hummed softly with of magic, and on three of its sides were silver clasps that held the box shut, but didn't physically show an opening mechanism. Harry smirked and tapped the box with Draco's wand. "Open Sesame?" Draco chuckled and took his wand from Harry and tapped the top of the box, there was a low mechanical ticking from the box, setting his wand down he then lifted the front latch, followed by the two side ones. The low mechanical ticking stopped and the top lifted on its own accord.
Inside the box was a length of chain, with a small black paper wrapped parcel sitting on top of it. Draco gestured for Harry to lift it. It was heavy, weighing about 5 times what it appeared to look. He let the chain fall out of the box, to his knees the grey white bluey looking metal sparkling as it did. Harry recognised it instantly, 'dragon silver' a form of magic reinforced silver heated and formed under dragon fire. He gently took the wrapper parcel and tore the paper off letting the scraps fall to his knees. Now resting him his hand was a circular shape with a diameter of about an inch and a half hand of the same grey blue silver the chain was made from. The piece was made up of three thin circular panes attached at 180-degree angles to the last, and on the outer pane was a small latch that was connected to all three panes. Attached to the inner pane was a small about a half an inch high, glass hourglass. Harry took the piece by the main panel and turned it to the light, he noticed that the hourglass did not hold the same type of sand that Hermione's had. This one instead held small glass crystals all with a reddish pink hue to them. Harry continued to look at the piece in awe, "We got it?" Draco looked to Harry and nodded a small grin across his face.
"The conference ended at nine last night, I had to stay behind two hours to get debriefed. And traffic, I swear to Merlin it took ages to get a port from Sydney." Draco lifted his wand again giving it a flick, and pages flew down the hall mimicking the sound of birds wings. The pages landed on the coffee table in a mess, Draco leaned forward and shuffled through them looking for one in particular. Leaning back, he showed harry a page of writing, "They named it 'Leap-year'". Harry looked at the page Draco was showing him, at the very bottom were several angry marks followed by the words 'leap-year' circled. Draco tossed the page to the top of the pile, and lifted another the top half filled with witting and the bottom with two columns consisting of five lines each. "Don't bother with the top, it's just a disclaimer telling us what we can and can do and all that." He ran his finger over some of the passage and aimlessly called some out "Ten good deeds. Decreased age 15%. Submit to MoM, receive 20,000 Galleons, thirty days Polyjuice."
"It makes sense?" Draco asked confused, he took a pen from somewhere off the coffee table. "Wanna fill in parts now?" Harry shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, then making a confused face tried again. "Ugh can we… are we allowed to help ourselves? Like our there past selves, and stuff because we cant get ourselves killed and all that cuz then we'll die, like our now selves?" Draco nodded "Ever learnt of the Novikovs self-consistency law?" Harry didn't even get a chance to open his mouth to answer. "No, well its about time paradoxs, says that the chances of one are its zero. Meaning when we were to go back in time, the chances that anything different would happen is zero. The ministry worked around this theory though, they did this big experiment thing on it and all. Harry everything the entire thing was different! Newspaper headlines, everything else different, completely different, and the best thing! We don't realise that there was another time!" Harry quickly grew tired of Dracos speech, and moved pressing a hand across Draco's mouth to stop him talking anymore.
"Draco," Draco nodded his head, licking his lips and in effect Harry's hand. Harry spoke emphasizing each word "I do not understand a single thing you are saying." There was a muffled sound of a sorry under Harrys hand, "You better be, so when I let go we talk ok, not just you." Draco nodded again. Harry lowered his hand and as Draco opened his mouth to talk, Harry gave him a silent glare. "I want to talk about who we're going to help." Draco lifted the page again, leaning them against his knees.
"I've sort of already thought of who I want to help." He looked to Harry, to see if he could carry on. Harry nodded for him to. "I'm thinking that I want to help Father, Blaze , Fred and George." Harry stared open mouthed at him. "You want to help who? Fred and George!" Draco nodded. "I'm sorry Dray, THE Fred and George?" Draco nodded again confused over Harrys shock. "You do mean Fred and George Weasley?" Draco nodded yet again, now feeling unsure of his choice. "As in the George that only last month pranked you bald?"
A spark of anger flared in Draco's eyes. He was obviously remembering the two days he spent bald due to George and his new rage of hair themed pranks. They went to Diagon Alley to get Draco his new book, something about muggle neurology, and on the way back made a quick stop into the bright purple and orange striped building. Behind the counter was Fred Jr., who gestured them to the back room, were George was scribbling furiously in his 'recipe book' with a muggle bic pen. Harry coughed to announcing themselves, and George slammed the book shut slapping both hands on top of it, he looked up to them glaring and grinned. "Sorry, spies you know, walls have eyes."
Harry sighed, the Weasleys did try their best to be muggle "The walls have ears George, ears." George shrugged grinning to himself, and got up to busy himself in the kitchenette. Harry and Draco sat to the opposite side of where he'd been sitting, Draco on the outside 'in case I need to run'. "Hey Gred," Harry tapped the cover of the recipe book, "Looksee?" George nodded before turning back to the coffee he was making. Harry opened on the contents page and took a glance down the newest recipes. Tan tablets, Chameleon clothes, Broom customs kit, Spell bald, Mood lipstick, Mood ink, Diet drops, Invisi ink and Skiving Snackbox – Liquorice lungs. "Its coming along." Harry took a gulp of his coffee; George made the best in Brittan. "I see your still focusing on the Wonder witch series."
George sat down and took a drink of his tea, "Yeah, sales say our customers are only 42 percent female, Fred says we have to boost it get them into the idea. I was just writing in a new one, needs a name. It's an accidental, changes your eye colour for a week. We can create a few now like brown and purple. I thought something like 'bright eyes'." Harry shut the book and slid it across the table to George.
Harry thought for a moment, taking a few sips of the coffee "Sell them separately, make it like a new series 'magic eyewear', and sell them separately 'doe eyes' or 'baby blue' or 'pitch black' ect. Now see if you get the mood mix to combine with it, you'll get a best seller no doubts." Draco nodded in agreement. "What's Liquorice lungs?" Draco asked, listening as George explained how the candy caused you to cough up black gunk repeatedly, until of course you counteracted it with a drink of pumpkin juice. Harry listened half-heartedly, focusing instead on the flashing pictures covering the kitchen cupboards, many showing wizarding photos of the pranks at work, some showing staff or customers, others showing the Weasley family. A sudden undignified yelp from Draco took him out of his trance, Draco jumped out of his seat and was pointing at George who was laughing hysterically.
"Reverse it now, I swear to Circe George." Harry turned to look at Draco, "What the he-" he stopped abruptly as he looked at Draco, trying and failing to hold his laughs. Draco's hair, well most of it, had disappeared starting from the front leaving his bare head smooth and shiny, and was still retreating. He sniggered "Suits you honey." Draco glared at him. "Whoa not my fault," Harry pointed at George currently in hysterics, "His!" "Oh Merlin, that was better than expected," He wiped his eyes, "Fred said you wouldn't drink it. Oh Merlin, just brilliant." He began to chuckle. "Ok joking over. The potion lasts around three days on average, your hair is still there by the way, just invisible." In the end, Draco apperated out of the back room, leaving Harry to go get Draco some strawberry ice-crème from Florean's new shop next door as a peace offering.
Harry chuckled remembering the day. Draco scowled at him, "Yeah, I figure we just need a good laugh. We ask George for that book of his, go back and give it to him and Fred in the past. Not just straight away or they would quit school." He set the page and pen down. "But what about you Potter? Who's life is Potter St. Scar head going to save, hm. Besides the world of course." Harry turned and punched him playfully in the ribs. "I doubt we're even going to stick to the list. So who will I help?" Harry looked about the room for some inspiration. "We're going like right back aren't we?" Draco nodded. "Sirius obviously, and Severus too because that was unfair and Remus." He went silent again while biting his lip. "I can't think of anyone else that would need help Dray. Like technically helping one person is like helping everyone"
"Ever the optimist aren't you Potter St. Scarhead." Harry turned to tell Draco off, "On my lap now Potter." Draco said patting his legs, Harry's eyes glazed over instantly, and he slowly moved onto Draco's lap. "You know what Potter, I think you can't do anything but help. We have to die eventually Harry." He turned Harry's head and looked him in the eyes, stroking his shoulders and nape. "We all have a destined time to go, and until that time Potter. You are mine." Draco grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Slowly he mapped out the panes of Harrys mouth just like he had that first time just little over a year ago. He slowly memorising each tooth. The sixth on the bottom was chipped; the top right front tooth was enamelled. He memorized how by rubbing the roof of his mouth Harry would moan. Pulling away he rested his forehead against Harrys. "Mine and only mine." A small moan left Harry before Draco pulled him into yet another punishing kiss, and grabbed him by the hips grinding up into him causing the both of them to groan lowly.
Harry pulled away standing slightly before tossing Draco into a lying position, and straddling his stomach. "I want you, Malfoy." He said and effeminised this with a particularly hard thrust against Draco's crotch which made Draco groan. He started to rock against Draco low moans spilling from his own mouth, eyes down cast but alight with lust. Draco soon to started to moan, his need to orgasm building, "But," Harry said thoughtfully a small smirk crossing his features, the rocking had started to get slower. "We have work to do, and places to be." And with that he got off of Draco and sat in the other arm of the couch with a random page from the table in his hands. After a while Harry looked over to Draco who hadn't moved, "Problem dear?" Draco shook his head, but from where Harry was, the problem was really quite obvious. After five minutes of nothing but Draco's heavy breathing and Harry's nonsense humming, Draco had decided to get up and walk, more of a waddle currently, to the bathroom to deal with his non-existent 'problem'.
Harry, with a flash of inspiration, at this point decided to break his anniversary rule. Well he never did really keep it anyway did he. Throwing the papers to the coffee table, he jumped up from his seat and grabbed his wand from the fireplace, and turned sneaking down the hall to the bathroom Draco entered, slowly. Draco had went into the main bathroom, just as well, the door never stayed shut unless you forcibly locked it. It was open by at least five inches so Harry could easily see what was happening, and if that passed him the noises filtering out of the room would have helped. Soft breathy moans that no one was to hear and a slick noise, noises that Harrys ears had by now become accustomed to. Grinning he raised his wand through the gap pointing it at Draco. He formed a circle parallel to the ground starting at the top and when it reached the top again quickly dropped it again vertically and lowered it to the base of the circle, the area that he performed the spell in pulsed yellow as he whispered the words "Prohibere Remissionis." In front of him Draco dropped forward and a frustrated growl tearing from him.
"Potter!" Draco yelled, the sound of something hitting the toilet was heard, followed by flushing. Harry ran back to the living room giggling to himself childishly. Placed his wand back where it was and sat untidily on the couch, bunched up some of the papers on the coffee table and started to read. Just in time for Draco to come marching into the room, looking worse than he had when he left. "Harry." He snarled, Harry hummed looked up feigning innocence. "Take it off. I can't go to the Weasels like this." He gestured to his midriff. Harry snorted and went back to reading, this page was entitled: While you are there. Making himself slightly more comfortable he waved a hand at Draco and continued reading.
While you are there: there are several things excluded from this page as there has been no current use of the Leap-Year. Your use of it will be the first and we therefore expect you to catalogue all that you notice or indeed feel. The most important thing that one should realise when traveling back in time is that their visit should have a clear purpose, that is why we have asked you to write the names of the ten people down and not change them, we at the Ministry of Magic suggests that as time travellers a single person will feel alone in their knowledge, that is why we have chosen to send two people, you and your partner names stated below, this way you will both have someone to confide in that you hold dear. We also suggest that you take some photos or objects with you on your travels, this would be to ease the feeling of homesickness and the photos to remind you of your friends as you knew them. As you have each received a lifetimes supply of Polyjuice potion, unused, we suggest that you find a person probably close to your current age and was unknown to yourself while younger. The reason we suggest for you to use the potion is so that there is no noticeable similarities between yourself and your past self as this would alert the Ministry at that time, we have also enclosed with this Ministry approved time-travel help packet a set of Ministry of Magic VIW-NTBI, Very Important Wizard – Not To Be Ignored, these badge are used by undercover Aurors and by other wizarding countries Ministers, there should be ten in total, five each, and each one being signed by the different Ministers of Magic between now and 1998. As anyone who has travelled by time will tell you, you remember everything that you have already done and seen happen, this will be your greatest weapon to live during this travel, you know what should happen and what shouldn't you also as Aurors have all your training to rely on. Signed – Bryn Court, Unspeakable head of Time.
Harry set the page back down and sighed, "So now we have to find someone to get hair from for the
Polyjuice, and we have to get some photos too." Harry looked over to Draco, who was still standing arms crossed, "We'll play later, okay Malfoy." Draco's arms uncrossed and he gave a stiff nod. "Good now since its five go get changed, you take that bloody long." Seconds later the door to their bedroom was slammed shut, the rattling of the painting beside it could be heard. Ignoring this Harry continued reading on, While you are there was page 45 0f 183 in the bloody Ministry approved Time-Travel pack. Deciding that that was too many pages Harry shuffled through the pack to get to the last one ordering pages as he went. Page 183 0f 183. Finally. Appropriate time usage.
Appropriate time usage: During your trip, hopefully to the past, we at the Ministry of Magic wish several things of you. Complete documentation of trip, no gambling or such activities, and appropriate behaviour at all times, as well as your cooperation in the year 2000.
The Leap-Year as its name suggests allows time travel through years. One rotation of the inner plate is equal to one year, ten rotations is ten years and so on. We wish for you and your partners names stated below to travel back to the year 1998, twenty-four years ago, twenty-four rotations.
We wish for you and your partners names stated below to attend the Ministry of Magic on August 2nd at exactly 3pm for a press conference and your last public appeal, and around time set 5, we hope to see you and your partners names stated below, to publicly time-travel the twenty-four years. Hoping to see you there Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
There was a cough from the direction now of the hallway and Harry looked up. Draco was standing there putting the final touches onto his new suit, bought last week. The blazer was as titled in the shop 'Dragon Silver Blue' and the shirt was black with a single breast pocket, a grey/black tie undone hanging around his neck. He had a pair of Muggle suit shoes on though, Armani or something if Harry remembered right, if it was designer it was good enough for Draco, "Cufflink or button?" he asked. Harry stood and went over to look at the set sets of paired items. The cufflinks were the ones he had worn during their bonding simple silver ones with a simplified version of his family crest the buttons were just glittery black.
"You never wear buttons Draco." Draco then held out the hand with the two small buttons in it and dropped them into Harrys hand. "OK my turn now, suit?" Draco vaguely gestured with the hand that he was currently attaching a cufflink to, "Left yours on the bed, wear some good shoes." He then tsked as he dropped one of the links, bending over to lift it up. The silky material of his trousers not even straining as he did so.
Harry quickly walked down the hall to the bedroom to get changed, the suit was indeed on the bed, an emerald green tie beside it specially picked by Ginny years ago as it matched his eyes, and a pair of shoes on the ground below the suit. Ever the perfectionist. Harry then proceeded in getting changed quickly in at least a quarter of the time Draco took and even spared a few minutes to attempt to do his hair in hopes of the impossible. Walking back to the living room where Draco was sitting, Harry thought some things over, what would they take back to the past, how would they help the others, and the most important one currently in Harrys mind, can we go tonight?
Entering the living room he was met by a quite familiar scene that included a pacing Draco as well as his Malfoy monologue. "… house … dad … would help … no the keys … settle Draco … mum … Harry wouldn't like that … school … Snape will … books … Slytherin … calm down … Granger … the papers … count, one, two, three, four, … and breath … Snape will … Harry … rocks or beach something … water …" Harry stifled a chuckle, this rarely happened but when it did the compendium of words did seem to shrink, a flaw in the Malfoy men. Stepping into the room he placed his hands onto Draco's shoulders and looked to him questioningly. "Yeah … good." Harry shook him lightly, a dazed look going across his face. "Burrow … weasels" He shook Draco a little harder, Draco's hand rose up and slapped his away and reached for his breast pocket to look at a pocket watch, "Shite Potter! Were late!" Harry looked to his watch, they had another fifteen minutes really until they were expected. Draco then proceeded in dragging Harry outside to the personal apparition point. Strategically placed by Draco to intimidate people who apperated here. From the point just off the main path from the house you could see really the entire beach, the driftwood fence that cordoned off their garden obscuring some of the beach only slightly. The second Draco stood on the apparition point he apperated pulling Harry with him, the sudden tugging sensation on his gut making him want to throw up.