Name: Love is made of gold and silver
By: millersplanet
Description: "Draco?" The older Draco; the older him spoke, his brows raised in amazement, his mouth parted slightly. "Fuck. It's you...me. Wow."
Draco swallowed. Hearing his voice come out of someone else was strange. He sounded...nicer. Happier. The edge behind his words was gone, no longer dripping in sarcasm and hidden behind sneers. He had a softness to him that Draco never did.
"H-hi" he mumbled, suddenly abashed. This version of him looked to be everything Draco had pretended to be in his younger years. Well put-together, effortlessly confident. And there was more. There was an unfamiliar kindness behind his eyes, his mouth sat comfortably in a smile, rather than the thin hard line that he had so well come to know in the past few years.
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Eighth year at Hogwarts, harry who can't seem to leave Draco alone, meeting future selves, magical signatures, several fireplace conversations and a hell of a lot of sun/moon metaphors
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47868319/chapters/120679732
