This is written forever ago and horrible but I figured I might as well publish it. 

Chapter One

Currently, I'm in bliss. Draco was pressing me against the wall, holding my hips firmly while my hands were tangled in his hair, snogging as if it were our last few minutes on Earth. Well, it was bliss until loud gasps broke out and Draco and I pulled away immediately. Upon scanning the room, I realized our surroundings had changed entirely.

We went from in our bedroom to the Hogwarts dining hall. McGonagall and all the other professors looked beyond confused. That's when I saw Snape and my eyes widened. "What in bloody hell did you do!?" Draco looked around, smacking me in the back of the head.

"Me!? I didn't do anything!"

Two other people, Ron and Hermione, stumbled into existance next to Draco and I. They immediately looked at me. "Harry, what did you-"

"I didn't do anything! I don't know what's happening!"

"Why... Why is it always you four? Potter, Granger, Weasley... And Mr. Malfoy. Honestly, you four always find ways to get into trouble!" McGonagall looked furious and confused.

"Sorry professor," we all mumbled in jumbled synchronization. Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice pick up.

"Harry! There's two of ya! And the other one was snogging Malfoy!"

My head snapped towards the voice and I saw little me, Ron and Hormione. I covered my mouth with my hands. "Draco, Draco Draco Draco, look, what the fuck-"

"I don't know Potter, this is something only you could manage," Draco drawled, studying the younger me with a grimace. "Seriously, you haven't changed your hair since third year?" He looked up at my mess of hair on top of my head. "Merlin Potter. We might as well shave it off."

"No!"

"Would you too stop bickering and hold a normal conversation for once? We're in the past, this isn't normal, especially since none of us have a time-turner!" Everyone immediately knew who said that.

"I agree with Granger. I want to get back and continue with our little... Thing," Malfoy hummed innocently, making me blush darkly.

"I hate you."

"I hate you more."

"Both of you shut up! My god, you're more obnoxious than Pansy when Krum gets in the paper!" Ron groaned out.

Draco turned to stare at Ron, making him shrink back a bit. "Just because I get along with Potter doesn't mean I like you, Weasel. Tell me to shut up again and they'll be your last words."

"Hey hey hey, I thought we promised no more fighting!" I whined, tugging at Dracos arm. "That means no more threatening Ron!"

"But-"

"Draco."

Draco sighed. "Can I still call him Weasel?"

"If he can still call you ferret."

Dracos face seemed to go red with anger for a second, until I squeezed his hand. "Please? For me?"

He seemed to struggle but sighed. "Fine."

"This is fake! Someone's making this up!" Younger Draco roared from the crowd. "Whoever's pulling this, my f-"

"My father will hear about this!" Ron, Hermione and I mimicked. "Gods, how many times did I have to hear that during school?"

Younger Dracos face was red with anger. "Don't mimic me!"

I stuck my tongue out at young Draco and current Draco smack the back of my head. "Hey, be nice to... Uh, me."

I rolled my eyes and flicked Dracos forehead. He looked stunned for a second before huffing and shoving my shoulder, which of course caused me to stumble back a bit. "Malfoy, I'm going to punch you," I huffed.

"You wouldn't dare," Draco challenged, standing up close to me to show off how much taller he was, making me cross my arms with a pout.

"You're so mean."

"I'm a Malfoy, it's in my blood," he smirked, tousling my hair. "Besides, you love me."

I huffed but leaned up to peck his lips. "Fine. I do."

"There's no way they're real. This has to be an illusionment charm or-or something!" Little me whined out desperately, looking mortified at the idea of older him kissing Draco.

"Sorry little me, we're real. I think. Oh my god." I turned to Draco and fisted the front of his shirt. "What if I've dreamed everything? I mean my life is so chaotic that when I died I was seeing the real world and when I came back I was dreaming again! It's a conspiracy, send it to Shane Dawson, none of you are real and I'm dreaming."

Draco rose an eyebrow at me. "I'm certain that you're real. If I were to stab you, the blood pouring from your wound would be real."

"But- But think of it! Wizards! Witches! An evil, nose-less man, me dying, Dumbledore is a whole dream on his own, and you're my imaginary boyfriend because I'm in a coma and I'm all alone."

"That's-"

"Or! Or! You're like my best friend or boyfriend in real life and what you say to me when I'm asleep is incorporated into you!"

"I think the time travel is making him go crazy," Draco said, looking over at Hermione.

I huffed. "You guys are mean. I didn't say I actually believed it, I was just spouting out a random idea."

"Harry died? But how are you here?" Young Hermione inquired.

"Uhhh... I don't think I'm allowed to tell you."

"He doesn't know. His skull is too thick," Draco mused, pinching my side and making me squeak and my face go red.

"Stop!"

"Why? It's fun to watch you squirm."

For some reason, my mind immediately went dirty and I pulled Draco down by his tie so his ear was next to my mouth. "You mean writhe under you, naked and begging? Tied to the bedpost? Drenched in sweat?"

Dracos breathing hitched and he slowly stood back up straight, his entire face burning red. "We need to find a way back. Like, now."

"Or we can explore?" I offered, raising an eyebrow and smoothing my hands along his sides. I could hear at least four people gagging, and I had a good idea about who those four people were. Others whistled while the professors had various expressions.

Snape looked murderous. Flitwick looked like he was more annoyed about us going off on our own. McGonagall looked exasperated. The rest were a variation of the same three expressions. Dumbledore was off doing some sort of headmaster assignment, I knew that much.

"Guys, no. Not now. We need to find a way back," Hermione scolded. "I was about to go on a meeting for the ministry, Ron was heading to the store-"

"Harry and I were in the middle of a stellar makeout session," Draco chimed in, getting glares from Ron and and eye roll from Hermione.

"You guys are ALWAYS in the middle of a 'stellar makeout session' Draco. Anyways, we need to find out-"

The doors burst open, revealing Dumbledore who looked happy as could be. "Hermione! Ron! Harry! Draco!" He embraced us all, holding us tightly. "It's so wonderful to see you again! So happy to see you all grown up! It's been a while."

Everyone exchanged confused looks. "Uhm, sir? What do you mean?"

"Oh, you haven't figured it out? I brought you back here! I apologize for the abrupt change but the time was right. Only tonight would I be able to bring all four of you back. I had to see you as adults. You have to tell me everything!"

"Wait wait wait!" Young Draco and Harry stood abruptly. "They're real?"

"Why of course they are! I just needed to see them all grown up. Oh! Weasley and Granger, I knew you two were going to make a marvelous couple! And-" he stared at Draco and I with a frown. "Well, what's going on with you two? You have wives at home?"

I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "Actually, headmaster, we're married," Draco murmured, sounding a bit embarrassed. "To each other."

"Oh brilliant! Brialliant brilliant brilliant!" Dumbledore looked beyond excited. "It's about time you realized that-"

"Your glares are snog eyes, your bickering is sweet nothings, your fights are an excuse to somehow lay your hands on the other... Must I go on?" Ron asked, looking unamused.

I huffed and punched his shoulder. "Prat."

Dumbledore looked filled with glee. "I'm honestly so happy that I get to see you! Unfortunately, you'll be here for a week or two before I can send you back."

Hermione choked. "But headma-"

"Don't worry, time where you are is frozen. Once you go back, you will be placed perfectly in place! Now, I have a dorm arranged for you four and the younger four of you, just for your entertainment. Now, scurry along!"

With a flick of his wand, the eight of us appeared in a room with six beds. "Why are there only six? There's eight of us," young Hermione asked, frowning.

"I think married people often sleep together, Granger," Older Draco spoke up with a cold tone.

"Yeah, but-"

Draco gave a small cold glare at small Hermione, who huffed but remained silent. "Hey, babe, be nice, remember?"

"But she punched me!"

"Yeah? And I pelted you with snowballs under an invisibility cloak. Moody turned you into a ferret. Ron-"

"That was you!?"

I suddenly swallowed. "Oh. Uhm, right, about that-"

"You- You- Ugh!" Draco pushed me, making me fall onto the bed. "I thought someone had cursed me!"

"I mean, aren't I just a curse upon you anyways?"

"Only because you never do dishes."

"You never do laundry!"

"Your fashion sense is terrible! I'm not touching anything so distasteful!"

"Oh so is that why you tear off my clothes every night?" I blinked at him innocently, which got a pillow slammed in my face.

"Dumbass."

"Prat."

Older Hermione and Ron rolled their eyes and collapsed into a bed. "That time travel is exhausting," Hermione sighed, sprawling out and facing the ceiling.

"Mhm," Ron agreed with a nod, accompanied by a loud yawn. "I'm probably going to take a nap."

"Me too," I agreed, stretching and allowing myself to lay down while Draco sat down next to me, draping an arm around my waist and holding me close, pulling blankets over us while I blushed but quickly leaned into the warmth behind me.

"Me three," Draco hummed, burying his face in my neck from behind.

"Me four," Hermione added in a quiet tone, huddling up with Ron on the bed, though not as intimately close as Draco and I.

"I- Okay." Young Hermione shook her head, blinking shock out of her eyes at the sight of the future couples and turning to sit down on a bed furthest from everyone.

"I call this one!" Young Ron shouted, diving into the bed next to Hermione.

Younger me was quick to saddle up in the bed next to younger Ron, who was sprawled out on the bed with a content sigh, while yDraco rolled his eyes and tossed a few of this things onto the bed between yHarry and Hermione and Ron.

"Idiots. All of you."

"Oi, shut the fuck up Malfoy," yRon grunted, glaring.

"You shut up you red-headed Weasel!"

"Don't call him that you bloody-"

"All of you, stop fighting!" yHermione yelled, groaning out in annoyance. "Despite them being here, we still have homework that's due tomorrow, and Snape isn't exactly going to let us go because Dumbledore wanted to see future us!"

"Shut up Mudbl-"

"All of you shut the fuck up! I'm TRYING to CUDDLE with my husband and GO TO SLEEP so if you could cast a silencing charm or SOMETHING, that would be fucking amazing!" I yelled, burying my face in my pillow. "God I fucking hate Dumbledore sometimes Oh my fuck."

Thankfully, a silencing charm was put up and, finally, I was able to drift off with Draco's arms around me.

Chapter Two

When I woke up, it was to muffled chatter around me. "My god, how long does he sleep?"

"He typically doesn't so shut up so he can rest."

"I really don't see why you care-"

"He's my husband, nitwit, and if you don't let him sleep I'm going to throw you off the astronomy tower. He needs his rest."

Finally gathering the strength to move, I yawned and turned over, stretching and opening my eyes, my vision bleary, eventually able to focus on Draco in front of me. "Morning," I mumbled between yawns, moving over so I could bury my face in his side, as he was sitting up in bed.

"Morning. Glad you slept more than usual."

"Mm."

"You going to try to fall back asleep love? I think it's a good idea if you-"

"No, I'm up, I'm up." I groaned, feeling my entire body crack as I sat up. "Not getting back to sleep any time soon. Not without any dreamless sleep potions, at least."

"Which you're not taking any more of," Draco added sharply, his eyes narrowing at me. "Honestly, if you weren't Saint Potter those doses should have been lethal."

I merely shrugged, leaning over to press my lips to his. "I'm alive though, aren't I?"

"With a high risk of heart failure? Yeah," Draco rolled his eyes, leaning in to connect our lips once more.