Time Management

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'Oh my God, I'm Harry Potter's bitch,' thought Draco. He was backed up into the wall and staring in horror at Harry who had given up trying to touch him and was now leaning casually against the wall. 'Something is horribly, horribly wrong here.'

"How long has this been going on?" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry rolled his eyes and smirked. "Oh, come on, Draco. Don't play the 'I have no idea what's going on' card," he sneered at him, and Draco narrowed his eyes angrily. "You've wanted me ever since that day we first met. It's lucky I got put in Slytherin. That stupid Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Gryffindor." Harry scowled here and shuddered at the thought. "Can you imagine? I'd be friends with Granger and the Weasel." He made a disgusted face.

Draco gaped at Harry. He was all wrong. He was mean, sarcastic, sadistic, really, just like Draco.

"Uh, Harry, is it?" Draco started in a condescending tone. "I don't know what is in that tiny brain of yours, but there's no way in hell I would do this."

Harry scoffed and looked closely at Draco. "Draco," he sighed, "I don't understand why you want to hide this. Your father can't do anything. Besides, I'm so close to killing Voldemort, it doesn't even matter."

Draco eyed Harry cautiously. "So you're still against the Dark Lord?" he asked slowly.

Harry nodded in assent. "Only because he's an idiotic madman, and when he's dead, I'm taking over."

Draco's eyes widened. 'Did Harry Potter just say that he was going to become the new Dark Lord after Voldemort?'

"What about Dumbledore?" he exclaimed, in a voice higher than normal.

Harry sneered. "That old fool. He can't control me. I'm 17, and if I want to be the new Dark Lord, I will be."

What have you done, Draco? His inner voice spoke up, worried.

'I didn't do anything!'

You changed the past!

'It wasn't supposed to change this much!' Draco argued with himself. 'Maybe I could go back and fix this...' Draco pondered the thought for a minute. No, that would make things worse. He supposed he could go to Dumbledore. He sneered at the thought and pushed it away. He'd just have to talk to Blaise and straighten it all out.

Harry had been watching Draco for the past few moments as he had a silent battle with himself. He had moved closer as well, unknowingly to Draco. He now stood an arms length away. Draco looked up and was startled to find him standing so close. He tried to back away but there was nowhere to go.

Harry put up his hands on either side of Draco and moved closer so that his hips were pinning him to the wall. Draco panicked slightly. Sure he'd imagined this, but that was another life! This Harry was not servile. He was dominant! This was not the situation in which Draco had imagined him and Harry.

He could feel Harry's erection against his thigh, and he groaned inwardly, not willing to let the raven-haired youth know that he was enjoying it. He squeezed his eyes shut, a mistake on his part. They immediately snapped open when he felt Harry's soft lips on his neck.

Harry trailed kisses up Draco's neck and along his jawbone. A slight moan escaped Draco's lips as Harry neared them. A kiss was placed on the corner of his mouth, teasing him. Draco knew he shouldn't let this happen, that it was wrong, but his body didn't seem to be listening.

Harry claimed his mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. His tongue massaged Draco's, urging him to respond in the same manner. Draco's tongue, despite his thoughts, eagerly responded to the challenge. His hands wandered, on their own accord, into Harry's thick, messy, dark hair. He heard Harry moan in pleasure at his touch.

Harry's hands found their way under Draco's shirt again and pushed it up. His fingers ran over Draco's body, causing him to squeak in surprise and shock. Harry pulled away from Draco to slip off his shirt. He also pulled off his own. Harry pushed Draco against the wall and Draco yelped as his back hit the cold stone.

Harry smirked at him and then kissed him fiercely again. Draco whimpered into his mouth as Harry grabbed his straining cock through the material of his jeans. Harry continued to kiss Draco as he fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Draco couldn't seem to control his body, and his hands somehow found themselves undoing Harry's pants as well.

Once they were divested of their garments, Harry whispered a spell. Draco vaguely wondered where Harry's wand was, but when he felt Harry insert a finger into him, all logical thoughts flew out of his brain. Harry smirked at Draco and Draco frowned at the expression on his face.

Harry carefully took a second finger and inserted into Draco. Draco's breath caught in his throat as Harry moved his fingers back and forth.

"Fuck!" he gasped as Harry removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes as Harry pushed into him. He gasped when Harry became fully sheathed inside him.

"Oh, God..." Draco moaned as Harry started to move. Draco's breath caught in his throat as Harry increased the speed. "Fuck, Harry..." he panted harshly.

Harry thrust into Draco harder and faster, enjoying the how his breath was coming in short gasps. Their bodies were covered in a fine layer of sweat as they continued to move together. Draco gripped Harry's arm tightly as Harry repeatedly hit his prostate, crying out in pleasure each time.

Draco could feel himself coming closer and closer to his climax. Harry thrust in harder and Draco cried out, feeling his orgasm building. He threw his head back as it washed over him and he felt incredible release.

Harry thrust in one last time and felt himself lose it. He came deep inside Draco, riding out his climax.

Harry pulled out panting. He left Draco standing, leaning on the wall for support. His breath was uneven, and he struggled to regain control. He'd never been fucked before, he'd always done the fucking.

Harry picked up his discarded clothes and started re-dressing. Draco was struggling to comprehend exactly what was going on. He needed to get more information. Harry sat down on his bed and sighed, before collapsing on it. Draco watched him in disbelief. He didn't seem to care that they had just been fucking like rabbits.

"Potter, why did we just do that?" Draco asked.

Harry picked his head up off the bed and sneered at Draco. "I told you feigning ignorance won't work," he drawled maliciously. Draco growled inwardly. This Potter was really starting to annoy him.

"What if I told you I really don't know," Draco replied coldly. Harry sat up and looked directly into Draco's silver eyes. Draco had always imagined he might do this but under different circumstances of course.

Harry's eyes were a clear emerald green and they sparkled as they swept over Draco's features. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Have you been obliviated?" he asked shrewdly.

"Uh..yeah, maybe." Draco seized a golden opportunity. Harry would explain anything he wanted if he thought his memory was gone.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Harry pried.

Draco thought quickly. When would be the best time to remember back to? "I remember meeting you in Madam Malkins and then again on the Hogwarts Express. Then you got sorted into my house and after that it's all kind of fuzzy," he said, guessing at the events.

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "That was a long time ago," he murmured, more to himself than anything.

"Well, maybe you can trigger my memory," Draco suggested, hoping that this Potter was still just as naive as the past one. Harry lost his cold demeanor for a minute, but as soon as Draco noticed, it was back.

"Okay, that's a good idea." Harry gestured for Draco to sit in the desk chair. He did so graciously.

"So, Potter, are we friends?" Draco asked, very interested in the answer.

"Not really. After I met you, and we came to school, I kind of figured out that you were an ass," Harry replied evenly.

Draco looked taken aback. So his younger self had ruined it again anyway! "So we don't get along?"

"Not usually."

"Then why did we just do that?" Draco asked.

"I wanted you and one day it just kind of happened."

"Do you love me?"

Harry fidgeted a little, reminding Draco of the old Harry, the one he'd found so devilishly cute and sweet.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. After the war, no one will be left."

"And you really want to be the next Dark Lord?"

"Not particularly, but someone's got to keep things in order. That damn Ministry doesn't do shit." Harry's expression darkened significantly and Draco suddenly wondered if Harry knew about Sirius.

"Do you know Sirius Black?" Draco asked.

Harry looked up sharply. "How do you know about him?"

Draco shrugged. "We're related. I've heard the stories."

Harry eyed him suspiciously, and Draco feared for a minute that he'd been caught. Harry seemed to decide everything was alright and looked away from him. "Yes, I know him. He's my godfather, but he's dead." he said shortly.

Draco was silent for a while, thinking of his next question. "What's happening with the Dark Lord?" he asked.

"He regenerated our 4th year. He's tried to kill me several times since then but, obviously, none have been successful."

"And what about my family?" Draco asked, fearing the answer.

Harry's expression changed rapidly to one of panic. His eyes darted around the room. "Uh...Your father is dead. The Aurors killed him after Voldemort came back. Your mother is still living in your manor, but from what I hear, she's more of a shut-in."

Draco wasn't surprised. Luckily, he was already prepared for the death of his father. It had already happened in his previous future. He'd been hoping perhaps that he might not be dead here, but he was sorely disappointed. "Oh," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry said quietly. Draco shrugged. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Aren't you upset?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I just kind of expected it."

Draco hoped that he hadn't given himself away. Harry didn't look convinced but he didn't pursue the subject. Draco pushed himself off the bed, ready to leave. He needed time to think. Harry didn't say anything. He just lay back and stared at the ceiling. Draco rolled his eyes and left.

He walked down the hall to the 7th year boys’ dormitories, thinking over all he'd just learned. He was not friends with Potter, but they shagged. His parents were dead, not unexpected. Black was dead also, and his trip into the past had done nothing!

Draco was angry by the time he reached the boys dorms. He pushed open the door and grimaced as he remembered he would have to live here from now on.

Blaise was sitting cross-legged on his bed, waiting for him. "So?" he asked.

Draco sighed and sat down on his bed and started his tale. "You'll never guess what just happened..."


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A/N: Well, since you guys were so nice on the last chapter, I've decided to updated earlier than I intended! Please don't forget to review! :)