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[shanastoryteller]

Happy holidays, Shana! Love your writing. Time travel drarry, please!

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Ginny is pulled out of school, Arthur had been suspended from his job, and fresh mandrake is delivered to Madame Pomfrey, all within a twelve hour period.

The next time Harry sees Draco, he's going to kill him.

By the time he'd payed attention to power and influence, the Malfoys' had been on the decline. Seeing it at its height is sort of terrifying.

Harry is trying to comfort the Weasley brothers while not giving anything away or acting like he's older than twelve. Which is hard, because at twelve he probably would have just been really awkward and maybe had an anxiety attack about all naked emotionalism.

Honestly, at twenty three his reaction isn't that different.

They eventually all go to bed and Harry stares at the ceiling, trying to think about how to get himself back to the future before Draco can mess it up any further.

It's good, that Ginny won't have to deal with the worst parts of being possessed, and that the Hermione and most of the other students that had been petrified had been spared, but -

Well. It sounds really petty, when he thinks about it that way.

But as miserable as some things had been, he likes the future he'd left behind. Mostly. And Draco is going to ruin it by sticking his nose in it just like he does everything else!

Well. Fine!

If they're going to be stupid about this, then there's on loose end that Draco can't tie up on his own, and one the adults haven't had the chance to handle themselves.

Which means he probably only has one night to go down to the Chamber of Secrets and take care of the basilisk before someone notices.

He eyes the rows of sleeping boys, decides he's done worse on less sleep, and sneaks out of the common room.

Harry is feeling all smug and proud of himself until he enters the girl's bathroom and finds Draco there.

"Finally," he sighs. "Took you long enough."

Harry sputters. "What - you - how did you-"

Draco rolls his eyes. "Give me a break, Potter. You can't stand not being in the thick of it. Are you opening this thing up or not?"

Yes, but only so he can push Draco down it. Hopefully he'll land face first.

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday, Shana!! I’d love a continuation of the drarry time travel au. Thank you!! 🎉❤️🎉

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Draco drags him away and shoves him into a broom closet, an action which would be significantly more scandalous if they weren’t twelve. “What the hell did you do and why am I involved?”

“Why do you think I did anything?” Harry snipes, pointedly rubbing at his wrist even though it doesn’t even hurt.

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re an auror who’s constantly shoving his nose where it doesn’t belong and I’m not an idiot who interacts with cursed objects. What did you touch yesterday?”

Harry flushes. How the hell did Draco hear about the cursed scarf? At least he hopes he’s talking about the cursed scarf, because he won’t be able to live with it if he’s heard about the whole umbrella fiasco. “Nothing. This wasn’t me.”

It might have been him, actually. They’d gotten a search warrant to go through a suspect’s home. But he’s not going admit that now that he’s being accused.

It might be a wasted effort anyway, considering the stink eye Draco is giving him. “Whatever, sure. If you don’t tell me what’s going on you know we’re not going to be able to leave right? I certainly don’t trust you to get us out of this mess when you’re the one that got us into it.”

That gives him a pause. “Do you think we’re really in the past?”

“Well, I didn’t, at least not before seeing you.” He won’t meet Harry’s eye then. “We might be, yeah.”

“Oh.” Fuck. “So do we just – do what we did last time, right? We don’t want to mess anything up.” That’s what you’re supposed to do with a time turner.

Draco scoffs. “Do you remember second year? Honestly don’t know how you could make it worse.” He doesn’t think second year was that bad, actually. “Whatever. I’m going home. Send me a patronus when you get desperate enough to tell me the truth.”

He moves towards the door but Harry shoots out an arm to stop him. “Home? What are you talking about?”

“The manor?” he stresses even though that’s not what Harry meant. “My parents are there and they’re – I’m going to see my father.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Harry hisses.

For one, brief second, Draco’s face crumples. “Why the hell would I tell him about the future?” he spits, shoving him aside. “Fuck off.”

Harry stumbles into several mops and Draco slams the door behind him.

Right.

Draco had needed to take over the position of head of the Malfoy family out of the war. His father was … well, it hadn’t seemed worth throwing him in Azkaban, really.

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! Maybe some SIAT drarry? Or whatever you want to write about!

"Do you want to get married?" Harry asks.

Draco looks up from their potions homework. "Now?"

He doesn't roll his eyes and he thinks that counts as progress. "No. Just in general."

"Oh." He frowns. "Yes. At some point, we'll sort of have to if we don't want the papers gossiping."

Harry's pretty sure the papers are going to be gossiping about them forever no matter what they do, but since he does want to marry Draco, at some point, he doesn't point it out. "The seating chart is going to be nightmare."

"The seating chart is going to be a nightmare," Draco agrees. "Mum and Dad can handle that part. How involved do you want to be in planning the wedding? We can absolutely just leave all the annoying parts to my parents."

Oh.

"At least the seating chart," he says.

"Great," Draco answers, already more focused back on their essay then their potential wedding.

Typical.

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