I open my eyes to see I'm back in my dorm. It's no longer cold and brisk. It's hot and humid. I feel gross. Draco walks into my room with a glum face. I automatically notice his hair is different. I take a step back tripping over something large on my floor falling backwards.
"Are you okay?" He comes over to help me up.
"Don't touch me." I scream and immediately regret it once I see his face drop. "Sorry, it's your hair."
"You don't like my hair?" He frowns.
"No, I love your hair you just changed it that's all."
"Aurora," His face contorts looking at me warily, "My hairs been the same since third year."
"Third year? Draco what's todays date?"
"The last day of school." He gives me a confused look.
"Wasn't it winter like five minutes ago?"
"Are you feeling okay?" He asks moving some stray hair from my face placing his hand on my forehead.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little confused is all." He helps me up. I straighten out my clothing.
I notice my light brown hair looks dirty blonde and shorter than it was. I'm wearing my Slytherin robe instead of winter clothing.
"That's a nice necklace is it new?" He asks grabbing it.
"Don't touch it." I slap his hand away.
He rubs his hand as if I hurt him. "I'd say, 'Wait until my father hears about this', but he's in Azkaban thanks to Saint Potter and his benevolent friends."
I don't think he realizes he just complimented them by saying they're kind and well-meaning. Or he just didn't use it in the right context.
I don't bother to correct him. It's not like he'd listen to me anyway. He'd just call me a filthy three-quarter blood like he used to, or does? I'm not sure what year I'm in. But if his fathers in Azkaban then I have to be in June of my fifth year.
If I'm then, now. And my now is then- I'm not even going to try and psycho-analyze this.
"Sorry, it's just very important."
"It's a time-turner it should be. Be careful with that. Spin the hour crystal wrong and you'll end up in last summer."
I look down at the necklace and grab a hold of it. If I can go back in time it means I can change the past.
"Hey, maybe if I fail my O.W.L.S. then I can just go back and take them again." I joke knowing full well I received all 'O's on my tests.
"You, fail?" He comes up to me wrapping his arms around me, "Never."
He leans in to kiss me but I pull away looking him in the eye, immediately feeling bad once I see the hurt on his face.
"Promise me something."
"Anything."
"No matter what happens this summer, you'll remember you're good enough."
He takes in a deep breath looking at me, "I promise, but you are still coming to the gala with me correct?"
The annual Summer Malfoy Gala. I've been going with him since the end of second year. After Pansy went with him to the first one and ruined his whole night.
Little insight, I never went. Since his father was put away for being a death eater it was canceled.
"Of course." I lean into kiss him, when of course my father opens my door.
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Fanfiction"Don't ever hit me again, understood?" He growls. I try and tug my wrist out of his hands. He only tightens his grip. He wraps his other hand around the back of my neck forcing me to look at him again. "Understood?" ~ "Get on the bed." He snarls. A...
