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Back In Time 2/2 
13th-Jun-2009 04:08 pm
shadowglove88
Title: Back In Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy /James Potter
Rating: T
Disclaumer: I do not own Harry Potter, Jo does
Summary: In an AU future where Voldermort wins, an accident in the supplies closet send Draco back in time to the days of the Marauders. To his horror he's sorted into GRYFFINDOR and the father of his rival, James Potter, suddenly won't leave him alone.
Warning: Slash, Alternate Universe, Other uncannon couples.



Things between them changed somewhat after that incident, with Draco noticing little things that he hadn’t noticed before, like Potter’s sitting next to him in almost all of their classes together, noticed that no one really came to talk to him whenever Potter was around (not that he was friends with a large group of people), and the way Black always seemed to be grinning teasingly at Potter whenever he was around.

It was all…confusing.

As was the fact that he was suddenly more aware of Potter and what he did.

“You’re an idiot.” Sighing and shaking his head, Draco leaned closer and pointed towards the mistake on the scroll. “You keep making the same mistake over and over again. It’s like you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Sorry.” And yet Potter didn’t really seem all that apologetic.

Draco sighed, not even sure how he’d ended up doing his homework with Potter. By all rights he did this with Evans, Lupin and Snape, but tonight’s study group had been disbanded. Snape was doing extra studies with professor Hellion, Evans was doing extra studies with the mediwitch, and Lupin currently found himself in detention with Black for a prank the latter had committed.

And somehow what’d started out as Draco studying silently and alone in his dorm room (his dorm-mates still out having fun in the Commons) ended up being him and Potter with their assorted work on his bed.

Try and get it right this time Potter.” Draco sighed, scooting back to his side of the bed and returning his attention to his scroll.

“Why do you always do that?”

Sighing in exasperation, Draco looked up at James. “Do what?”

“Call everyone by their surnames?” Potter asked, curious, a little perplexed. “No one calls you Mallory, they call you Draco, because that’s your name and you are their friend. So why don’t you ever call anyone by their first names?”

Because by calling them by their surnames he could still keep a little distance between them, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much when he had to leave.

“It’s just how I am, Potter. Deal with it.” He turned his gaze back down on his scroll.

“James.”

Draco looked back up in confusion.

“My name is James.” Potter tried once more. “I want you to call me James.”

Potter.” Draco sneered.

Those brown eyes narrowed in determination. “James.”

.” Draco emphasized the name.

.” Potter was incredibly stubborn, if anything.

Only because he didn’t have the patience, or the time for this (and James was as bullheaded as a Weasley) Draco finally gave up after thirty minutes of ‘Potter’ ‘James’. “Okay, okay, you win. I’ll call you James.” He sighed, irked at having been defeated by Potter.

Potter was grinning. “Good, Dray.”

Draco’s eyes widened at that. “Dray? What the devil is that?”

“Its my pet name for you.” Potter declared proudly.

“Pet. Name?” Draco’s teeth clenched as he threw his pillow at the dark haired boy. “Do I look like a bloody owl to you, Potter?!?”

“You said you’d call me James!” Potter protested, voice muffled by the pillow before he tore it from his face.

Fine.” Draco growled, irritated by Potter’s constant smile.

They continued arguing(or Draco arguing and James grinning agreeably) throughout the night, but somehow they managed to get their homework done before Draco kicked James out of his dorm and told him to go sleep in his own.

After that night James made it a point to call Draco by that horrible desecration of his name whenever they were alone, thankfully he was smart enough to know that Draco would probably cast an Unforgivable on him if he did it in public. Draco tried to ignore the name as much as possible but in the end he grew used to it, which, he was sure, had been Potter’s sinister plot all along.

Somehow, somehow, he found himself spending more time with James, and even Black joined them as well, though it was mostly to send teasing and knowing glances at James for some odd reason. Draco found his mother’s younger cousin interesting and even somewhat comical, but it was always bittersweet.

It was hard for Draco to remember that almost everyone he’d made friends with here was dead, had been murdered, in his time.

That thought always came up to haunt him whenever he was beginning to get too close to everyone, and was enough to help him pull back, keep that part of him shut off and alienated from them.

“Go away.”

James’ answer was to plop down on the bed next to him, body stretched out lazily, quite comfortable.

The thought of hexing the guy didn’t even cross Draco’s mind anymore. He knew nothing deterred the dark haired boy, when James had his mind set on something he wouldn’t let anything get in his way, and he’d eventually get whatever it was he wanted, no matter the obstacles before him.

“You’re going to catch this cold.” Draco was grumpy and tired and just wanted to sleep. “How did you get into the infirmary anyway?” It was dark and he was sure it was way passed visiting hours.

“I have my ways.” James replied and that same mysterious tone.

Draco could feel his warmth at his back, yet refused to turn towards him. “You can’t stay here.” He grumbled, keeping his eyes closed and just trying to relax. “I’m sick, I need to rest. I can’t take your nonstop babbling tonight.”

“I’ll be silent.”

It was the odd tone in James’ voice that kept Draco from arguing that it was impossible for the older boy to be quiet for a minute. He just sighed and got more comfortable on the bed, waiting for James to say something.

The other boy never did.

Finally allowing himself to relax fully, Draco closed his eyes and felt himself drifting to sleep. He couldn’t believe that he was comfortable enough, trusting James enough, to fall asleep in his presence, be vulnerable in his presence…

I’m just sick and weak, that’s all this is.

But right when he was about to succumb to the darkness of sleep, and he felt an arm go around his waist from a sleeping James, Draco didn’t turn around and push him away as he should have. Instead he just sighed and let the warmth from James’ body lull him deeper into sleep.

I’ll hex him when I get better.

When he’d awoken the next day to his cheek pressed against a surprisingly firm chest, with arms wrapped around his body and James’s face resting against the crown of his head, Draco Malfoy nearly had a heart attack.

He’d gone still, unable to understand how they’d ended up in this position. He slowly, fearfully tilted his head upwards, so that he was looking into James’ face, unable to believe it.

What exactly was the guy doing?

And why was his heart racing this badly?

Why wasn’t he pushing him off?

Why---? Why---?

And then James groaned in his sleep, tightening his hold on Draco, before his lips descended on Draco’s and he was kissing him.

Draco’s silver orbs widened, and while his mind was screaming for him to hex the young wizard to Hades and back, the grip James had on him left Draco immobile (even asleep that brute was stronger than Draco) and Draco found his eyes closing as his lips slowly began to move beneath James’.

The sound of the mediwitch entering the Infirmary shocked Draco out of his trancelike state and to his surprise James pulled away immediately as well.

The bastard was awake.

Without a look in Draco’s direction James dove under the bed and was completely hidden from sight the moment the curtain around the bed was flung open and the mediwitch smiled at Draco.

“Morning young Master Mallory.” She smiled at him. “How are you feeling today? Any better?”

“I---,” Draco gulped, hoping she accredited the blush he knew was covering his face to his fever. “I think I just hallucinated.”

“It’ll be the fever.” She tsked, disappearing behind the curtain and returning with a vial of potion. “It’s been sticking around longer than I expected, but with this last dosage you should be fine and back in your dorm by nightfall.”

With a motherly smile she disappeared into her office and closed the curtains.

Draco looked at the vial and downed it in one gulp, tensing when he heard shuffling under his bed.

Silver eyes narrowed, Draco grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cast the silencing spell seconds before James Potter scuffled out from under his bed and stood, brushing him off.

James froze his movements when he finally noticed Draco glaring murderously and pointing his wand at him. “Careful where you point that thing, mate.”

“What the hell was that?” Draco hissed, angrier now that he felt his blush returning at the memory of James’ arms around him and lips on his.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be so mean,” James grinned. “Bessy isn’t that ugly! You shouldn’t be callin’ her a that.”

“You know damned well what I’m talking about Potter!” Reverting to surnames only betrayed just how shaken and furious he was at this moment. “And it’s not the mediwitch!”

James looked away for only a second, his cheeks blushing scarlet, before those determined brown eyes returned and rested on Draco. “Go out with me.”

Draco nearly dropped his wand. “What?”

“The Hogsmeade outing is tomorrow.” James replied, voice decided. “I want you to come with me. As my date.”

For a moment Draco’s eyes widened in shock and his hold on his wand slackened drastically, but then his eyes narrowed and he clenched his wand so tightly he was momentarily afraid he’d break it. “Get out.”

James’ eyes widened. “What?”

“Is everything a joke for you?” Draco hissed, telling himself that he wasn’t hurt. “You know, for a moment I thought you were actually interested in being my friend, but from the beginning everything’s a big fucking joke for you! You’re just like Harry! The moment I offer my friendship he showed his true colors just like you did!”

“No! That’s not true!” James’ eyes narrowed. “I want you to be my date for Hogsmeade. This isn’t a joke! I’m not pranking you! I likeyou!”

“GET OUT!” Draco growled. “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

James opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. His eyes narrowed. “I’m not pranking you.” And with that he turned and strode out of the infirmary.

Only when the doors shut angrily did Draco get rid of the silencing spell and put his wand on the side table once more.

Damn Potters. He laid back down, looking up a the ceiling. Damn them both!

Wiping at a tear, not exactly sure why it was making its way down his cheek, Draco sniffled and hugged his pillow close.

His lips still tingled.

Damn him.

When Draco was let out that evening Lupin was there waiting on him, looking a little worse for wear, but considering that the full moon was in a couple of nights it was understandable. “You sure you shouldn’t be resting instead of looking after me? Tomorrow night’s going to be rough.”

Lupin gave him a long look before looking away and clearing his throat. “So everyone knows about me? In the future, I mean?”

Draco wondered at the question. Lupin had been quite obedient to Dumbledore’s orders to leave the future alone, so it was interesting to see him disobeying and playing the rebel. “Well, yes, after the War there was no reason for werewolves or vampires or the such to hide anymore. They were given jobs, made equal citizens.”

“The War.” Lupin was pensive as he said this, before looking up at Draco once more. “Did I fight in this war?”

“Yes.”

There was hesitation. “So my side won.”

Draco frowned, this was getting into dangerous territory. “No.”

Lupin didn’t look surprised, instead he looked resigned. “The Dark Lord Voldemort won the war, didn’t he?”

“What happened to knowing as little about the future as possible was the best route?” Draco wanted to know, uncomfortable with the topic.

Talk about the War reminded him of how many of his friends were not alive.

“Did you fight in the War?” Lupin ignored the question.

“No, not exactly.” Draco looked away, sighing, thinking of his part in helping the Death Eaters enter Hogwarts, yet of his inability to kill Dumbledore as had been instructed him. His godfather had had to do the task, his killing curse taking away the life of the man with the eternal twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Lupin.”

“Why don’t you know James in your time?” Lupin pressed on. “You recognized me but you didn’t recognize him. You recognized everyone but him. Why?”

Don’t make me say it. Please.

Lupin turned to Draco, face serious.

They were alone in the hallway and no one was around to hear their conversation.

Draco.” Lupin’s eyes were narrowed. “Why didn’t you recognize James?”

“Because he’s dead!” Draco snapped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. “He died the year I was born trying to protect his wife and child from The Dark Lord. He was murdered in cold blood. He—he didn’t stand achance.

Lupin went stiff. “M-m-murdered? W-w-wife and c-c-c-child? D-d-d-dead?”

“Yes, his wife, Lily Evans.” Draco nodded, somewhat angered by the shock on Lupin’s face. “They both got the killing curse and died that night, their son survived and everyone thought that he was going to be the savior of the wizarding world, he was even known as The Boy Who Lived, but all he lived to do was surrender to Voldemort right when he had victory because it would mean the death of the woman he loved. He sacrificed the whole world for Weaslette.”

If Draco had listened to himself he’d have heard the bitter disappointment in his voice as he spoke of Potter’s giving in.

He, he was just so into his tirade that he couldn’t stop. “You want to know more? You want to know what happens to Black? To Pettigrew?”

Lupin looked like he wanted to say something, but he only nodded.

“Pettigrew becomes a spy for Voldemort, no one knows exactly when, though most believe that it’s during his last year of Hogwarts.This year.” Draco didn’t know why he was saying this, why he was doing this. “And it is him who gives up the location of where Potter and Evans are staying hidden to Voldemort so they can be killed.”

Lupin went extremely white, shaking his head, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“Black thought you were the traitor, but he realizes the truth and hurries to Godric’s Hollow only to arrive there too late. He’s framed for their murders and the murders of some muggles and he’s sent to Azkaban.” Draco continued on cruelly. “He escapes Azkaban many years later to help James and Lily’s son but soon after in a battle in the ministry, during a duel with aunt Bellatrix, he’s hit with a spell and falls through the Veil. Oh, and Alice and Frank? They are tortured so horribly by aunt Bella they turn insane. Dumbledore is killed right here in the school, in front of my eyes.” He closed his eyes tightly. “I was supposed to do it, to kill him to show my loyalty to the Dark Lord, but—but I couldn’t, I couldn’t do it!”

Unable to take it any more, voice trembling, Draco covered his face with his hands and slid down the wall. “They die, Lupin. They alldie horribly!”

Apparently in shock, Lupin slid down the wall, sitting next to Draco, eyes wide. “What are we going to do?”

“Do?” Draco asked, voice hoarse, confused. Why wasn’t Lupin condemning him and angry at him?

“Why does the Dark Lord target James and Lily?” Lupin asked.

“Because they’d gone up against him three times and had come out every single time alive. The people were looking to them as their leaders. And also, most importantly, there was a prophecy about their son, that he would be the only one who could destroy the Dark Lord.” Draco wiped at his eyes.

“Well, at least, I think we don’t have to worry about that prophecy anymore.” Lupin whispered. “James doesn’t---he isn’t---not anymore---not with Lily.”

Draco looked at the werewolf in confusion.

“Peter, we, we have to do something about that. Peter isn’t, he’s not a bad guy, he’s just easily intimidated, manipulated. I---I will talk to him, I’ll get through to him.” Lupin was already making plans. “What else? What about Snape?”

“That’s something I don’t understand.” Draco whispered. “He’s supposed to have joined the junior Death Eaters by now, but he hasn’t.”

“How do you know he hasn’t?” Lupin asked, eyes intense.

“They wouldn’t allow him to be with Evans if he was, at this moment purity of blood is all that matters. If he was a Death Eater, even if he hadn’t taken the Dark Mark, it would be asking for a death wish to be seen even looking at her.”

“This is wonderful.” Lupin suddenly smiled, turning to Draco and grabbing his hands. “Don’t you see? Already two things, two majorthings, have changed! Already the future must have changed drastically!”

“Potter can still end up with Evans and Snape would then have no reason to not become a Death Eater.” Draco protested.

Lupin smiled a secretive smile. “Believe me, there is no way James is going to end up with Lily. That future has changed forever. There is no prophecy child of theirs to be targeted by the Dark Lord.”

Draco’s eyes widened.

No…Harry?

Sure, Potter Junior had always been a thorn in his side, but Draco, Draco had never truly wanted him dead!

“And Snape isn’t a Death Eater.” Lupin was grinning from ear to ear. “Now all we have to do is get Wormtail out of this mess and we’ll have changed our futures completely!”

“Lupin…”

“Leave Wormtail to me, I’ll fix his situation.” Lupin promised before surprising Draco by hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

Why are you thanking me? Draco’s eyes widened in shock as his hands went around the other boy awkwardly. “Remus?”

Lupin gave him another hug and from that moment on he was Remus. Draco followed the werewolf to the Commons and was only a little relieved to not find Potter anywhere. That way he was able to go straight to his dorm and not have to see the one person he---.

Damn the Potters.

If Draco had thought that Potter was going to respect his desire to be left alone after what’d happened in the Infirmary, he was sorely disappointed. The very next morning he was having breakfast in the great hall, sitting between Lily and Frank, when Potter strode into the place and made a huge fool of himself by asking him in front of everyone to be his date to Hogsmeade.

The guy had no shame.

Draco had told him to stop playing around and had stormed out of the great hall. He’d then decided to go to Hogsmeade with Lily and Snape, staying clear of the Marauders, as Potter and his group called themselves. Lily and Snape were all too happy to help Draco stay away from Potter the whole time, and the three had a great time, spending most of their time at the bookstore and ending the evening at the Three Broomsticks.

Potter was there with Black, Remus and a pale and slightly ashamed looking Pettigrew who was sticking close to a reassuring looking Remus.

At first Draco had thought that Potter had gotten the point and was leaving him alone.

And then the drinks and appetizers began being sent their way. And what was worse was that Potter and Black had Madam Rosmerta completely bought, so no matter how many times Draco told her not to bring anything Potter ordered for him she kept doing it.

“Wow, he never use to do this at all for me.” Evans seemed to have no qualms with drinking and eating the things Potter had sent over for Draco---the things the blonde wouldn’t touch. “Are you sure he’s pranking you and he isn’t serious?”

Even Snape looked a little curious as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

“Lily, this is Potter we’re talking about.” Draco growled, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. “When is he ever serious? Severus, back me up here.”

There was silence as the Gryffindor and Slytherin looked at him in surprise.

“What?” Draco asked, feeling a little self-conscious.

“You---you called us by our first names.” Lily grinned before throwing herself onto a shocked Draco and hugging him tightly. “I’m sohappy.”

Severus just smirked and raised his goblet at Draco.

Draco awkwardly hugged Lily back, surprised, now that he thought about it, that a muggleborn was one of his best friends. If anyone back home would have seen him now, as a Gryffindor, hugging a muggleborn, smiling

I don’t give a damn.

He wasn’t in his world anymore.

He wasn’t Draco Malfoy anymore.

He was Draco Mallory, a Gryffindor who actually had friends who cared about him because of him and were not intimidated by his family name---and most importantly, he cared for them.

It was time to admit that…especially to himself.

For the first time that evening, laughing with Severus and Lily, ignoring Potter and the Marauders (minus Remus, whom he said hello and goodbye to), did Draco admit to himself that he didn’t want to go back to his own time.

Of course, during the stretch of the next couple of months as Potter continued stubbornly to ask him out on dates or to be his boyfriend, well, Draco’s patience was sorely tested. Why couldn’t James just be serious for once in his life? Was he just this nice to tease?

It was also hard for Draco to admit to himself that the reason he’d felt so hurt and angry at this was because that pranked kiss in the Infirmary had actually made Draco feel something. And all Potter did was desecrate that moment for the blonde with his childish antics.

At least the distance between him and Potter didn’t damage the strong relationship Draco had with Remus. The two would meet up secretly every night in the Room of Requirements to go over everything Draco knew about the future. Draco was the informant, telling Remus all he needed to know to change the future, and Remus the agent working with Sirius (who joined them as well sometimes) to change the few things they could while still in Hogwarts.

Peter soon joined the group as well, apparently Remus had gotten to him right as the Slytherins were trying their first approach at getting him to their side, so Peter Pettigrew hadn’t joined the junior Death Eaters.

Yet another big thing had changed in the future.

And Peter could tell them the little that the scouts had told him to try and lure him into their group.

But tonight it was only Remus and Draco, and they’d stayed out later than usual, Draco telling Remus about Harry Potter and about Remus’ own time teaching in Hogwarts and Sirius’ escape from Azkaban. Everything was in more detail now, as Draco informed him of the events of the future, and of his own work in helping the Dark Lord win.

“It wasn’t your fault, Draco.” Remus whispered as they sat before the fire. “He would have hurt your mother if you’d failed.”

“But it’s because of me that Hogwarts was invaded.” Draco had never been able to speak of his guilt, of the guilt of having so many deaths on his hands, but with Remus he felt he could just let it out.

He hadn’t even known that he was crying until Remus was hugging him.

The Malfoy in him cringed against what it considered pity being shown to a weaker person.

But Draco hugged back, knowing it was a friend comforting another.

Finally they drew apart and stood up, Remus flinging his arm Draco’s shoulders as they made their way out of the Room of Requirements.

And then they stopped as they saw Potter leaning against the opposite wall in the shadows, arms folded over his chest, a dark glint in his brown eyes as he stared at them.

“I trusted you, Remus.”

Draco narrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering what Potter meant by that.

Remus pulled away from Draco and shook his head. “You got this all wrong James.”

“Remus, I’m going ahead.” Draco announced, about to walk passed Potter when the dark haired boy had grabbed his arm and thrown him back into the wall.

“So he’s ‘Remus’?” Potter growled at Draco, pinning him against the wall.

“James stop it!” Remus sounded exasperated. “Nothing is going on between us! We’re just friends.”

“It didn’t look like that ‘Remus’.” James hissed. “You two have been sneaking off together every day!”

“This is none of your business Potter!” Draco finally got out of his shock and growled up at the stronger boy. “Let go of me.”

No.” James tightened his hold on him. “Not until you realize that I’m not fucking with you! I’m serious! I like you! And I won’t let you escape me any longer! I won’t let you fall in love with Remus!”

Draco’s eyes widened. Not so much because of what James had said, but because of the look in his brown eyes. They were dead serious, hurt, and determined. “James?”

Potter’s face was agonized for a moment before he lowered his face to Draco’s and their lips in a binding, claiming, possessive and desperate kiss that left Draco breathless. Neither noticed Remus’ smile as the werewolf slipped away to give them privacy, both too caught up with each other as Potter let go of his hold on Draco’s hands and concentrated on cupping his face.

Draco’s whole world was spinning as something within him that’d gone hard with James’ absence softened and finally began to live again. It was then that he finally admitted to himself that the reason why the thought of James pranking him like that hurt so much was because Draco really did have feelings for him.

Draco grabbed fistfuls of James’ robes and pulled him closer, opening his mouth more to the claiming kiss, tongues dueling as James kept him pinned to the wall with his body and Draco gave in.

Finally, when they were in desperate need of breath, James pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against Draco’s. “I really like you, Dray. And I’ve missed you like hell.”

Draco found himself smiling softly, looking up into James’s face. “Me too, you idiot.”

James’ face broke out into a large grin and then he was swooping down and claiming Draco’s lips again, more fiercely this time.

Somehow, by the next morning, everyone knew that Draco had finally given into James. Apparently everyone had seen it coming, even the Slytherins had made bets about when Potter would wear down the blonde’s resistance.

It was, amazing, to be in a relationship with James. Most of the time Draco still wanted to hit the prat over his head with something hard and blunt, but usually James managed to coax his violent tendencies out of him with a kiss---putting it tamely.

Of course, Draco had tried telling James about the truth. He hadn’t wanted them to start something and then it would all go to hell because of something about his past---or----er---future, but Draco had been shocked to find out that James already knew.

Apparently the prat had an Invisibility Cloak, and he’d been using it to follow Draco (like a deranged stalker) and had been there the night the blonde had gotten out of the Infirmary and had confessed everything to Remus.

James had known all along, and yet he hadn’t cared, he’d still started what he’d called a ‘courtship’.

It was probably around that time that Draco finally admitted to himself that he was in love with James.

Together they all worked, changing things about the future, eventually Lily and Severus, and Frank and Alice being brought into the group before the middle of the year. Surprisingly enough no one found Draco’s being from the future surprising, and were all eager to help make sure the future Draco came from didn’t come true.

They graduated and they all joined the Order of the Phoenix, headed by Dumbledore himself. With the information Draco had they started the search for the Horcrux, the Basilisk being the first to be destroyed.

No prophecy was ever made of a child to destroy the Dark Lord.

In the end it was the Order of the Pheonix who went after The Dark Lord on October 31st, 1981, the same night he had killed James and Lily in the original timeline. The battle was long and arduous, and many fell from both sides. But in the end it was Voldemort who fell by an Avada from James’ wand, and without any of his horcruxs to fall back on, his reign of horror ended forever.

“It’s over.” Draco whispered, looking around him as the Order rounded up the few Death Eaters who’d survived, ready to ship them to Azkaban.

“Yeah, it is.” James whispered, coming up behind Draco and encircling him with his arms. He pressed a kiss to the blonde’s neck and sighed in contentment. “We did it, we changed the future.”

Draco still couldn’t believe it.

“A world in which Alice and Frank can raise little Neville.” James smiled at the thought of the Longbottom’s newborn son. “And a world in which Snape and Evans can have their little hell spawn.”

Draco still couldn’t believe that one.

Severus and Lily expecting a child.

He sighed.

“And thanks to the werewolves helping us against Voldemort’s vampires the Ministry has promised to make them equal citizens.” James hugged Draco tightly. “Have I told you I love you?”

Draco’s cheeks still blushed scarlet whenever those words were said, so he remained silent amongst the cheering of the Wizarding World.

The good thing was that James not only knew that Draco loved him, but he understood his reservation when it came to displaying affection in public.

Sometimes one just couldn’t undo the years of mental conditioning done to one as a child, and growing up a Malfoy had taught Draco to never show emotion while in public.

Not where someone else could spot his weakness and use it against him.

And if Draco had one weakness, one thing he’d do anything for, it was James.

Because I love him and he’s my life.

They were about to embark on a new and fascinating future together.

It scared Draco a little bit---not that he’d ever actually admit it.

“Good work Potter, Mallory.” Moody, a fellow Auror and member of the Order, grinned. “The world is now safe---for the time being. Doesn’t mean we mustn’t be on constant vigilance though. Some of those scumbag Death Eaters apparated before we could put up the anti-aparating spell while rounding them up. We still have some work on our hands.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” James grinned, hugging Draco tighter.

Draco refused to look at Moody, completely embarrassed.

Moody grinned at them. “Why don’t you two let us handle this? Tomorrow you’ll be bogged down with reporters and you need your rest. Go and Apparate to the headquarters, it’ll be safe there. You can have a good night’s sleep.”

“Oh, sleeping is the last thing on my mind.” James announced with a chuckle before nibbling on Draco’s neck seductively.

Draco’s eyes widened in horror, his cheeks going crimson, but before he could turn around and hex the savior of the Wizrding World, James had Aparated them to their bedroom in the Order’s headquarters and Draco was beneath James, mouths fused as one, and the blonde couldn’t find the desire to hurt him anymore.

With a tortured groan as James reached between their bodies to cup him, Draco gave up and gave in.

I’ll hex him tomorrow.

Comments 
13th-Jun-2009 09:38 pm (UTC) - It was so darn cute
that I think it gave me cavities. N

No, wait, it's the half bag of mini Snickers, I ate in celebration of my two nieces going to sleep right on schedule...
13th-Jun-2009 10:17 pm (UTC) - Re: It was so darn cute
hahaha! Congratulations on that! you deserve the mini snickers (but share! I want some too!)
13th-Jun-2009 11:01 pm (UTC) - Re: It was so darn cute
unfortunately the kids' father ate the other half.
13th-Jun-2009 10:10 pm (UTC)
What a brilliant idea! I loved it, well done!
13th-Jun-2009 10:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
13th-Jun-2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
The future was changed and a better world appears to be the result. The combo of Dray and James rings true. So very very good. Know this is a 2 parter only, but the changed future is so interesting, hope you carry on with another tale of love and magic.
14th-Jun-2009 12:30 am (UTC)
yay! glad you liked, I was a little apprehensive about HOW MUCH I'd changed the future, but I figured as long as it ended being a GOOD future...
14th-Jun-2009 04:32 am (UTC)
Hehe another lovely story well written. I'm really starting to like this Harry Potter fictional stories you are doing. Keep it up. =]
14th-Jun-2009 04:53 am (UTC)
yay! Hopefully you'll like the last one whenever I get it out.
26th-Aug-2009 02:40 pm (UTC)
Ahh! I love this...like LOVELOVELOVE! I read Part one and two on my mobile and had to come back to comment this. It's wonderfully written and James/Draco is just too damn cute. I love time travels stories.

You wrote this well.
26th-Aug-2009 02:51 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm so glad you liked this! When I first started to write this I was like *damn girl, you're in WAY over your head with this one!* So I'm glad it was interesting to you! Thanks for commenting!
6th-Jul-2010 04:10 pm (UTC)
This was amazing!

I'm really, really glad I stumbled across this story - I've never really been into time travel before, but in discovering the wonder that is the Thursday Next novel, I must say I've been bitten.

Very, very well done!
6th-Jul-2010 04:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks for giving it a shot---and I'm glad it didn't disappoint!
Have a great day!

14th-Jan-2012 05:27 pm (UTC)
Here via crack_broom.

I'm a sucker for go-back-to-fix-things, and this accidental version is so lovely! I love all the changes that end up happening. Lily & Severus, Peter resisting recruitment, no prophecy.
And the courtship was so cute! Kudos for such a happy making fic.

I'm not at all a Draco/James Sr shipper, but I'm so glad I took a chance on this one.
14th-Jun-2015 09:21 pm (UTC)
Oh my god I love this and I never thought I would like Draco with anyone other th an harry or luna but you did it! And I'm glad you did and I'm so happy and smiling and excited. Thank you.
18th-Jun-2015 01:42 am (UTC)
This as a real challenge to write! But it was still fun!
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