Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 44| Yes to Strawberries

"Potter."

"Malfoy?"

The dark-haired teen leaned back in his chair to look up to his opposite, giving him a gentle smile. His green eyes sparkled with life and looked so clear without his circular glasses. The blond wondered why he still wore them. He knew his eyes were far better than any microscope... Well, close enough anyway.

"Why do you still wear them?"

"Wear- Oh!" Harry laughed, his plump cheeks becoming a sweet rosy color. "It feels natural to wear them. Besides, mi muerte plateada, if Lemon-drop saw me without them, he'd know something was muy mal." (Spanish- my silver death; very wrong)

Draco nodded, a frown on his face. He loved seeing how cute and adorable Potter was with his glasses, but he also loved how he could see more of his Life. Seeing every twitch just a bit more, even how the ends of his eyes crinkle into baby crow's feet when he smiled and laughed so true.

"Ma vie émeraude, aimeriez-vous aller quelque part aujourd'hui?" The words rushed from his mouth. The only thing stopping them from jumbling was his years as a Pureblood, his years training his mouth to keep up with his racing mind to sound as perfect as possible. (French- My emerald Life, would you like to go somewhere today?)

Harry blinked owlishly, his cheeks growing steadily warmer. He then burst into a wide grin, his eyes glowing an impossible emerald green. The plants in the small library, for Purebloods, quickly bloomed and grew tall as time seemed to reverse its touch on everything within the room.

"Ah! ¡Sí, todos los sí!" The book that was in his hands was promptly forgotten as he hurried to jump to his feet. (Spanish- Yes, every yes!)

In his never-ending grace, he stumbled over his feet and fell into Draco's chest. The taller teen easily wrapped his hands around his waist and kept them both upright. He laughed at the over-reaction, yet his heart fluttered so happily.

"Have I kept you waiting, Potter~?" He cooed in a deeper voice.

The red cheeks only grew more so as said teen gave a mock glare.

"I could've asked." He huffed.

"But you didn't~"

Draco pulled him closer, his hands sliding just a bit lower. Harry's glare softened as he wrapped his arms around his Death's neck, pulling Draco down just a bit.

"Non, je n'ai pas~" (French- No, I did not.)

The young God's eyes flashed a dangerous silver, his fingers lightly digging into Harry's hips. The scarred soul smirked in a challenging way, his emerald eyes openly mocking and teasing him.

"Vous avez perdu votre langue?" He teased, wrinkling his nose in that cute manner that always drove him crazy. (French- Cat got your tongue)

Draco growled in warning.

"Don't forget what happened last time."

Last time... Harry tilted his head back with a dreamy grin as he remembered the last time he had teased Malfoy like this.

He remembered feeling the magic ribbon that tied his hands together and how hot the kisses were as they were roughly pressed against his throat and chest. The way the Pureblood's hands and magic caressed and practically worshipped his body~

He was sure the blond would've done more, they both wanted more, but Ginny had called... And then they both felt ashamed of what they had done. They hadn't talked about it, never brought it up. Till now of course~

Looking back to the silver-eyed man, he finally pulled away with a smirk.

"Alright, mi muerte plateada. Where should we go on such a fine warm day?" (Spanish-my silver death)

The silver hue in the Pureblood's eyes died, but not completely. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tiny brochure.

"Want to pick strawberries with me?"

Harry's eyes widen as a gasp escaped his lips. His tongue darted out and wetted them, already tasting the sweetness of the red fruit. He looked up to his opposite and nodded eagerly.

"I'll be reading in ten minutes." He barely allowed the words time to hang before he rushed off to get out of his wizarding clothes.

Draco laughed loudly, covering his mouth as he did so. With a flick of his hand, he changed his look to be that of his thirty-year-old self, in muggle clothes of course. He kept his hair short, but natural, remembering how Harry always preferred it like that.

"Mein oh mein~" A pair of voices cooed.

"Es scheint, als würde-" A red-hued vapor circled the blond from the right.

 "-jemand unseren kleinen Bruder-" A yellow-hue vapor circled from the left.

"-zu einem Date mitnehmen~" The vapors reformed into the twins, both of whom smirked at the God of Death. (German- My oh my~ It seems someone is taking our little brother out on a date~)

Draco blushed at the twins' words but nodded. He shouldn't be ashamed of taking someone he fancied out picking strawberries. Especially if that person was as wonderful as Harry Potter.

George, or the twin he assumed was George, nodded. He looked pleased.

"Gut. Er sehnt sich schon so lange." He chirped. (German- Good. He's been pining for so long.)

"Was für ein Leid, Feinde gieriger Zitronen zu sein!" Fred fell into his brother's arms with an arm over his forehead and his eyes closed. (German- The woes of being enemies of greedy lemons!)

The Pureblood snickered at the other Gods' melodrama, finding it greatly amusing. It also kept him from overthinking, as he usually did after the war. He had to over think, to make sure ever word he said couldn't be used against him. He had to rebuild the pride that was the Malfoy bloodline of course.

"So, where you going?" George leaned closer to the blond, tilting his head in an unnatural way.

"Yes, we have to know." Fred quickly mimicked his brother, grins growing on both of their faces.

"For safety reasons."

Draco scoffed, shaking his head.

"Like I would tell Chaos where to start."

The twins gasped with faux looks of hurt, jolting away from him! They pouted and tried puppy eyes, but when that didn't work they then pouted for real.

"Oh, was für ein kaltes Herz." (German- Aww, what cold heart.)

"Er vergießt keine Tränen für uns." (German- He sheds no tears for us.)

The two playfully wept into each other's arms, but their twitching lips showed their true emotions enough before Malfoy could question whether or not he had genuinely hurt their feelings. He stood his ground, only showing them an amused look and a raised eyebrow. After a few seconds, they stopped and laughed, grinning to him.

"Alright, we'll give." They teased.

"Chaos!" Harry's voice sounded in the small library. "Leave him be." The handsome wizard huffed at his adoptive brothers, who childishly turned into a pair of foxes and ran off.

Draco chuckled, leaning closer to the other with a playful smirk.

"I could've handled them, ma vie émeraude." He cooed. (French- My Emerald Life)

The green-eyed God scoffed, leaning just as close with an equally playful smirk.

"Oh, mi muerte plateada~ You have no experience with true Chaos." He winked at the end, pulling away. "Now, lets go before we waste the day away!" He chirped, grinning brightly. (Spanish- My Silver Death)

The blond's face flushed a sweet pink, his own lips forming an equally bright grin. It seemed impossible for him not to be happy with the other so close by.