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Title: Turn and Return
Author:

leo_draconis
Prompt Number: 288 submitted by

capitu
Kink Showcased: Time Turner smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is an Unspeakable with a crush on his colleague - none other than Draco Malfoy, who is dating stupid Zacharias Smith. When Harry is given the last Time Turner in existence to destroy, he can't help but wonder what he could change if he used it. He doesn't want to change the war, but perhaps he could change his love life... if he could just have another chance to talk to Draco after the war trials, like he regrets not doing so many years before.
Warnings/Content Notes: Age disparity - 31/18
Word Count: 4527
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy this,

capitu! There is definitely smut, but there is also some fluff... the boys couldn't resist the chance to fall in love. :)

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Harry flipped the device over in his hands idly. Such a small object, really, but what power. Though he’d never been one to bow before power, to crave it, to let it rule him… how much could he change if he used it?

He could save Dumbledore. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Fred. Even Snape.

He could save his parents.

Harry tossed the Time Turner onto his desk and stood to pace the floor in front of his charmed windows. Not real windows, since his office was tucked into the underbelly of the Ministry where he and the other Unspeakables could slink about unnoticed. His windows, though an illusion, were his favorite part of the office, as they showed a variety of scenes, depending on his mood. Today was a breezy spring day according to his windows, with leafy tree branches swaying and birds flitting to and fro.

The scenery didn’t help, though. The temptation was so great, the risks even greater… and yet Harry couldn’t put the idea out of his mind. He knew he couldn’t. There was no way he could risk changing the past, not after everything he’d fought for. He couldn’t risk inadvertently rewriting history and coming back to a world where Voldemort had won.

He’d been given the blasted thing to destroy. It was the last one, the final Time Turner in existence, and the head of the Department of Mysteries had entrusted it to Harry. And he wanted to, but he couldn’t shake the idea that he should use it, just once. Even at age 31 he could remember how it had felt at 13, travelling back just a few hours to save Sirius and Buckbeak. What if he went back years? How would that feel? He knew the calculations now, after all…

“Potter.”

Harry turned sharply and felt his face heat. “Malfoy.”

Draco stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “I’m looking for the file on the disappearing limbs.”

Harry cleared his throat. “Right. Er, Jacobson has it, I believe. He was assigned to the investigation last week.”

“Sorry, I thought you were working on it.” Draco studied him. “Are you well? You look flushed.”

“Fine, fine. I was, er, that is… I thought…”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Spit it out before you choke on it, Potter.”

“Would you come and have a pint with me tonight?” Harry blurted. “As, er, friends. You know.”

“Interesting as that might be, I’m afraid I have to decline. Zach doesn’t exactly…”

“Right, yeah.” Harry scowled. Zacharias Smith, lucky bloody bastard that he was, hated Harry. And hated that his boyfriend worked with Harry.

“I do appreciate the invitation.” Draco’s face softened. “Thank you.”

“No worries.” Harry looked at the floor, finding it nearly unbearable to make contact with Draco’s gaze.

“I’ll see you around, then.”

Harry listened as Draco’s footsteps echoed down the corridor, then threw himself into his chair. Draco Malfoy… that man was his downfall. Always had been in some way, but now it was a much more primal situation.

Draco had saved his life, buying him time by pretending not to recognize him when he and his friends were captured. Harry began to see him differently in that moment. Truthfully, the change had begun when he’d watched Draco lower his wand on the Astronomy Tower, but something really took hold at Malfoy Manor. Then there was the Fiendfyre, and the trials… Harry had watched Draco walk away, looking to be in a daze, when he was cleared of all charges. He’d wanted to follow him, to talk to him. To see if they could possibly start over now that Harry had realized a very important fact.

Draco Malfoy was human.

But he hadn’t, and it was years before he saw Malfoy again. And by then they were little more than strangers, and by the time Harry had worked up the courage to say more than hello when they passed Draco was dating Zacha-fucking-rias bloody buggering Smith.

Harry began to toy with the Time Turner again. If only he had followed Draco that day. If only…

His breath hitched as he began to calculate how many turns it would require to go back 13 years in time.

***

He contemplated it as he warmed up his dinner. Considered it as he tried to read a book. Talked himself out of it as he showered.

And while he wanked in bed that night, one hand furiously pumping his cock and three fingers from his other hand buried in his arse, he cried out Draco’s name and knew he couldn’t waste this chance.

***

He calculated and recalculated, hoping he was far enough away from the Manor’s wards that he wouldn’t trigger anyone’s notice, and pulled the Time Turner out from under his jumper. He took a deep breath and began to spin the dial.

***

It was definitely more disorienting than before. He closed his eyes to stop the spinning, and when he opened them he faced Malfoy Manor and his heart began to hammer at his chest. His plan, such as it was, ended here. Malfoy had left the Ministry, presumably to return home, and his mother had accompanied his father on his return to Azkaban. He hoped Draco was home, and would be alone for awhile before Narcissa arrived.

He approached the house slowly, wondering when Draco would realize someone was on the property. The grounds were impeccable, as Harry imagined they always had been, but instead of exuding arrogance or wealth they just made Harry feel lonely. He tried to imagine, not for the first time, how Draco must have felt having been forced to live with Voldemort and fear for his life every day.

He made it all the way to the door with no angry Malfoys or house elves attacking. He raised his hand to knock, but tried the door instead. It was unlocked.

The door creaked open and Harry stood in the cavernous entrance hall. It was cold and empty, and he wondered where to begin searching for Draco.
There were staircases to his right and left and an enormous chandelier overhead. After a moment, he chose the left and ascended the stairs.

It was a surprisingly short amount of time before he came across a door that was ajar, and when he paused outside he heard shuffling within. He paused, frozen, and tried to imagine what he would say.

“Hello, Malfoy… I’ve come from the future to tell you I may or may not love you.”

“Malfoy, I realize that you’ve just turned 18, and I’m 31, but I assure you I know infinitely more about sex now than I did at your age.”

Harry snorted at the thought – it was true, but he suspected the younger Draco still had more experience than he did, if his reputation at
school was anything to go by.

The door flew open, revealing a frightened-looking Draco wearing a dressing gown that was falling off one shoulder. His hair was damp and curling around his ears. “P-potter? What are you doing here? Are you…” Draco squinted. “You’re different. How did you get in my house?”

“Your wards are gone, and the door was unlocked.” Harry jammed his hands into his pockets.

Draco’s shoulders sagged. “So you just invited yourself in, then?”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know what else to do. I want to talk to you.” Harry glanced down at Draco’s pale legs, dusted with fine blond hair, and swallowed. “If that’s all right.”

“You have about thirty seconds to explain why you’re here and who you really are before I Floo the Aurors.” Draco took a step back. “You’re not you.”

“I am, I assure you.” Harry pulled the Time Turner out from beneath his jumper. “I’m 31. I have the last Time Turner, and when I get back, I am to destroy it. I just… I wanted to use it first.”

Draco’s eyes bugged a bit when he looked at the device. “You used it to come here, and see me?”

“I know we’re not friends, not now…”

“Potter, you just saved my life and kept me out of Azkaban. My mother, too, and my father only has to serve three more years. I don’t hate you anymore.”

“I’m glad for that. It’s just… in the future, we work together. We’re Unspeakables. And you have a boyfriend who hates me…”

“Boyfriend?” Draco flushed. “Really?”

“Do you not know that you’re…”

“No, I know. But I haven’t made it public knowledge yet.”

“Oh. Well, you’re out now, in my time, and we are acquaintances, but since Zach hates me we don’t get to spend much time together.”

“Zach?”

“Smith. Your boyfriend.”

Draco made a face. “I’m dating that tosser?”

“My thoughts exactly, but you seem to like him, for whatever reason.”

“So you came here to… what? Tell me not to date him in a decade? Fine, I’ll pass.”

Harry chuckled. “Thanks.”

“I can’t understand, though, why you’d choose this instead of all the things you could be doing. Lives you could save. Instead, you’re warning me off dating an arsehole so that I’ll be allowed to talk to you at work someday?”

“I’m not exactly supposed to be doing this at all, and as much as I’d love to bring back the people I loved, I can’t risk altering the outcome of the war. This… at least the war is over now. And I don’t just want to tell you not to date Smith. I want to tell you… I want to tell you that I want you. Wanted you, then, I mean,” Harry added quickly. “I wanted to follow you after the trial and talk to you.”

“Really.” Draco bit his lip. “You wanted to… talk to me?”

“Yes!” Harry looked away, the sight of that plump lip caught between even teeth too much to bear. “I wanted to ask you to have a drink with me, and to see if we could be friends. And maybe something more.”

“I’d have said yes,” Draco said quietly.

“Really?”

He began to close the space between them. “Really. I could use a friend right about now, and I can’t pretend I’m not attracted to you. Arsed me off considerably when I first realized I like cock, and you were strutting around the school looking far more bloody fit than you had a right to. Of course I’d be attracted to Harry Potter, of all blokes. Can’t seem to mind anymore.”

Harry inhaled the clean scent of Draco’s hair and skin, and he fought the urge to step backward. “Well… great. Then you should go and… and talk to me. The younger me.”

“I should, yes.”

“And I’ll just, you know, go back. Home. To the future. And maybe I’ll have some memory of you and I… doing things. I don’t know if it works that way, but…”

“You’ll have the memories,” Draco assured him.

“Yeah? I wasn’t sure, since I haven’t traveled this far before.”

“You misunderstand. You’ll remember, because I have every intention of fucking you right now.”

“What?” Harry yelped.

“To be more specific, I’m going to let you fuck me.” Draco’s hands moved to the belt of his robe and allowed the silk to slide from his shoulders. “You’re gorgeous now, Potter, but this you… you are so fucking fit. Rugged and mature… and I want to feel you inside me. I need this.”

“But…”

“You claim you wanted me, Potter. Are you really going to pretend you didn’t fantasize about burying your cock in my young arse when you considered making this trip? I know you generally act before thinking, but we’re talking about sex here.”

Harry groaned, and before he could stop himself he reached for Draco’s bare hips and pulled him close. “I think about fucking you every damn night, Draco. Fucking you then and now, sucking your cock, kissing you until I can’t breathe… but this… it’s not just about the sex. I was hoping to change our future.”

“Impress me, Potter.” Draco leaned in until his lips were just grazing Harry’s. “And as soon as we’re done, I’ll owl you – the younger you – and see where it goes.”

“Yes.” Harry captured Draco’s mouth and kissed him fiercely, hauling him close. Draco moaned into the kiss and rubbed his naked cock against Harry’s clothed groin. Without breaking the snog he backed them into the room and fumbled with the fastenings on Harry’s clothes.

Harry ran his hands down Draco’s sides and slid them around to cup his arse, kneading and parting the buttocks as he imagined his fingers, tongue, and cock entering the pucker nestled within. “Draco!” he gasped when Draco moved to rain kisses down Harry’s neck and chest.

“Get them off,” Draco hissed, shoving at Harry’s trousers. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Harry stepped out of his trousers and pants and kicked them away, then slid the shirt from his arms and tossed it aside. “On the bed. I want your prick in my mouth.”

Draco’s eyes widened and he leaped onto the mattress, reclining against the pillows and allowing his legs to fall open. “I want to come down your throat, Potter.”

Pausing beside the bed, Harry studied Draco’s form. He was still lean and narrow, and as angular as Harry had remembered him being all throughout school. The elder Draco’s edges had softened, and though he was still lean his shoulders had broadened some. But Harry had not seen him unclothed, and there was a very naked 18-year-old Draco spread out before him. He pounced.

Draco’s cock filled his mouth perfectly. He tried to relax his throat, choking just a bit before he managed the task, and took him in all the way. His hands gripped Draco’s thighs, pushing them up toward his abdomen, and he sucked steadily.

Saliva pooled in his mouth and dribbled out, wetting Draco’s sac and running down his perineum. Harry collected it with his thumb and rubbed the pad against Draco’s arsehole.

“F-finger me, Potter!” Draco moaned. “Fuck… Harry… your mouth is amazing.”

Harry pressed harder, massaging the muscle until it gave way and all but sucked his digit inside. He slid the thumb all the way in and pulled it back, fucking the hole slowly while he continued to suck. He recognized the signs when Draco’s hips began to buck and fingers threaded through his hair and tugged. Moments later hot spurts were sliding down his throat as Draco reached his release.

He swallowed it all and sat up, leaving his thumb embedded in Draco’s spasming passage. “You taste delicious.”

Draco let out a breathy chuckle. “Thanks. You’re quite good at that. But then I’ve only had two blow jobs in my life to date, and one of them was courtesy of Pansy Parkinson, who used her teeth so much I considered relieving her of them.”

“Really?” Harry pulled his thumb free, but when Draco whimpered he slid his index finger in to replace it. “I thought you’d, you know…”

“Given more rides than the school brooms? Yes, I allowed those rumors to circulate, but very little of it was true. I’ve received one – now two – blow jobs from a male. I’ve given three, two of them to the same person. I’ve never fucked anyone, male or female, and no one has fucked me.”

Harry paused. “Really?”

Draco met his eyes. “Really. Don’t stop.”

Harry resumed his ministrations, adding a second finger. “Have you any lube in here?”

“Yes…” Draco reached for his bedside table and pulled a bottle from the drawer. “Here.”

Harry took it and set it aside. “Thanks.”

Draco cleared his throat. “Does that… change things?”

“What?”

He huffed impatiently. “Knowing I have no experience. Does it change things?”

“No.” Harry used his free hand to cup Draco’s balls and squeeze. “It’s bloody hot. Has anyone been inside you? Fingers, I mean?”

“No. Me, of course, but no one else. Blaise touched me there, on the outside… he was the other bloke that sucked me off. But he didn’t go further.”

“Good. Your arse belongs to me.” Harry rubbed Draco’s balls, the way he liked to massage his own. “Your cock belongs to me now, and the rest of you… you’re mine.”

Draco arched his back. “Like that, Harry… touch me there again.”

Harry crooked his fingers to make contact with Draco’s prostate again. “Tell me, Draco. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I am!” Draco moaned. “Harry…”

“Roll over. On your knees.”

“But –“

“On your knees, Draco, now.” Harry waited for Draco to comply and the moment that gorgeous arse was in the air he dove in, face first, and pushed his tongue inside as deeply as he could manage. Reveling in Draco’s hoarse cries, he bathed Draco’s passage and paused only to suck at the reddened rim and nip Draco’s fleshy buttocks with his teeth.

“Potter!” Draco clutched at the sheets. “Oh, Merlin…”

Harry ducked his head to lap at Draco’s dangling sac before returning to his prize, closing his mouth around Draco’s loosened hole and sucking hard. He thrust his tongue back inside and swirled it around.

He reached between Draco’s legs and took hold of the erection he found there, finding it as hard as it was initially all over again. To be 18 again, he thought. He fondled Draco’s cock, smearing the dripping fluid around the head and rubbing into the velvety shaft.

Leaving the prick then, and delighting in the knowledge that it had to be aching – he remembered the first rimjob he’d received, after all – he sat back on his heels and slid both thumbs into Draco’s arsehole. He spread them, and it, as far as he could before teasing the top and bottom of Draco’s puffy rim with the tip of his tongue. Draco was very nearly silent, but his face was buried in his pillow and Harry thought he could just make out frustrated sobs.

Harry teased him further, stroking his inner walls with fingers and tongue until his own cock was throbbing too painfully to ignore any longer. He released Draco’s arse and had to laugh at the indignant groan the action received, and coated his cock with lube. Before Draco could voice his complaints Harry had spread his buttocks again and rested the head of his prick against Draco’s entrance.

“You… f-fuck me, Harry!” Draco managed, shaking from the anticipation.

Harry pushed forward, allowing his cock to breach the still tight muscles until he was fully seated. “I am. Hold on, darling.”

He tried to take it slowly, but he fucking couldn’t, not when Draco was mewling and crying out his name. Not even when Draco’s head thudded against the headboard, causing Draco to grunt in surprised pain – he just gripped the slim hips before him and fucked Draco with everything he had. Their balls slapped together and Harry threw his head back and howled, coating Draco’s hot passage with his even hotter come.

Harry hauled Draco up, back to chest, and grabbed Draco’s cock. He pumped it with one hand and used his other to steady Draco as he bounced on Harry’s lap, fucking himself on the last of Harry’s erection while Harry fisted him to completion.

They stayed right there, Draco still impaled on Harry’s softening cock and Harry’s arm firmly around Draco’s torso to hold him in place. Draco’s head lolled back to rest on Harry’s shoulder and Harry released Draco’s sensitive penis, taking hold of his sac instead and cradling it in his spunk-coated palm.

“Stay,” Draco rasped. “Stay with me, Potter. You don’t really need to go back, do you? Just stay here and fuck me every day. Sleep with me and wake me up with your cock inside me.”

“Wonderful as that would be…” Harry swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I have to go back, and I won’t be able to come back.”

“You have to come back,” Draco sighed. “You have to. I can’t have this only once.”

“I’m here, Draco. I’m living at number 12 Grimmauld Place, and at this moment I’m very probably wanking in my bed to thoughts of you. I don’t have much experience but I’m enthusiastic and I’ll do anything to please you in bed. And probably out of bed, as well. I care about you – then and now. I care about you, Draco.”

Draco eased himself up and turned, wrapping his arms around Harry and burying his face in the crook of his neck. “I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

“It’s going to be okay, Draco. You are going to be okay.”

“What do I do now?” Draco pulled away to study Harry, his eyes huge and sad. “I have no idea what to do or where to go.”

“You’ll be fine, I promise you. I can’t tell you - you need to make your own way. Part of the healing you need to do comes from you making your own way. You did it on your own before, and now… I will be there for you, in whatever way you need me.”

Draco nodded. “My… my mum? Is she all right?”

Harry smiled. “She is.”

He exhaled. “And Father?”

“He’s… different. But all right. He survived and came home. That’s all I know.”

“Thank you,” Draco whispered. “It helps, knowing.”

“I should go.”

“Now?” Draco’s face creased in desperation. “But… surely you could stay, just until morning. Fuck me again before you go.”

“Draco…”

“Please. Please stay, just for tonight. You make me feel safe.”

Harry brushed the hair away that had fallen across Draco’s face. “You are safe.”

“It’s just…”

“I know, Draco. Beginnings are hard.”

“They all hate me,” he choked. “Everyone.”

“Not everyone,” Harry reminded him. “In fact, if you went to Grimmauld Place right now, I would let you in, and let you stay. I would do my damnedest to make certain no one gave you any trouble. But you must remember that you faced the world, all on your own, even through your fear. You’re strong, Draco, and you need to give yourself credit for that.”

“Okay.” Draco looked down. “It seems so big right now, but…”

“But Malfoys do not allow the public to define them.” Harry cupped Draco’s face in his hands and tilted it up to meet his eyes. “I wanted you at eighteen, but I want you even more now, because the bloke that strides around the Department of Mysteries as though he owns the place is a real man. Proud, strong, still a little arrogant, but no longer a prick. You made it on your own and you are who you are because of it. Remember that – I will stand beside you while you figure it all out, but do it on your own. It will be the biggest favor you can do for yourself.”

“I can do that.” Draco swallowed and covered Harry’s with his own. “I’m glad you came here, to me. Today. It’s been a tough day.” He exhaled loudly. “Please… won’t you stay the night?”

Despite everything inside him that screamed at him to go, to get home and not tempt fate any further, he gazed into Draco’s desperate eyes and all was lost. “Only until the morning.”

~~~

They made love again that night, and again early in the morning before Harry left.

“Owl me,” Harry reminded him, standing fully dressed beside the bed. “And you can explain everything to me, if you want. Tell me that I told you about the time Hermione and I used the Time Turner to save Sirius.”

“I will.” Draco sat cross-legged on the bed, naked, and smiled up at Harry. “Thank you for this.”

“Thank you for this. I’m… nervous to see what I’ll be going back to.”

“Perhaps we’ll have killed each other,” Draco laughed.

“I hope not. Listen, one more thing…” Harry reached out to run his fingers through Draco’s hair. “My friends, especially in your time, are everything to me. They went through it all with me and they are my family. Please try to get along with them. You don’t have to be their friend, but if you’re civil – and refrain from using the “m” word or calling Ron “Weasel,” and don’t make fun of his family because they are my family - I will stand up for you. It’s not worth letting old feuds come between us. I need them in my life, Draco.”

“I understand. I can’t make promises, but I will try.”

“Thank you. And in a few days, Ron and Hermione will leave for Australia – they have to find her parents, and they will end up staying there for awhile. You’ll have me to yourself.” Harry smirked.

“That sounds perfect.”

“I hope I go back to a world where we can at least be friends, Draco. I want you in my life.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you go now.”

“Good.” Harry bent to kiss Draco, one last time. “I’m going to the edge of your property, since I’m not certain what the wards will be like when I return, and I’ll Apparate from there once I’ve travelled. You’re certain your mum won’t see me?”

“She’s never up this early. You’ll be fine.”

“Take care of yourself, Draco.”

“You too, Harry.” Draco smiled at him, and Harry closed his eyes momentarily to commit that sweet smile to memory before he turned around and walked away.

~~~

Harry caught his breath and prepared to Apparate, looking back at the Manor one final time. His heart began to pound when he saw Draco – 31-year-old Draco – striding toward him.

“What on earth are you doing out here?” Draco called as he approached. “It’s early. I felt the wards shift a minute ago – it was quite strange, like an intruder was present for a moment, but it’s just you.”

“Sorry.” Harry eyed him warily. “I, um, hope I didn’t wake you?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t go back to bed. I just wanted to shower. I thought you were working.”

His breath caught. “I guess I was.”

Draco stepped close and wrapped his arms around Harry. “Are you all right, love? You look like you’ve had a fright.”

“I just… how long have we been… together?”

Draco grinned. “If you’re wanting to reminisce about the night you showed up in my bedroom and fucked me senseless, we can certainly do that.”

Harry flushed. “What happened after?”

“I owled you, the real you, and we had tea.” Draco’s brow creased. “What’s going on?”

Harry reached up to pull the Time Turner from beneath his jumper, where he’d tucked it only minutes before, and closed his eyes. In that moment, memories assaulted his mind, misty as though they’d just been returned to him from a Pensieve. Draco kissing him for the first time, walking hand in hand in the park near Grimmauld Place, arguments, make-up sex… and Harry, down on one knee, sliding a ring onto Draco’s finger. Comfort. Passion. Companionship. Love.

He dropped his hand. “Nothing. I’m just… remembering. Fuck, Draco… I love you.”

Draco’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled that sweet smile. “And I love you.”