The Unlikely Marauders - A time travel story

Draco

"I still don't understand with those people."

"They're my roommates. I don't exactly have a choice."

"Still," Regulus steepled his fingers and eyed Draco over them, "You don't really strike me as their type of person. My brother, especially, hates people like us."

Draco shrugged, "Maybe so." He wasn't really interested in talking to him. Regulus was too much like him; it made him uncomfortable.

"How did you end up in Gryffindor anyway?"

"Like I've told you sixteen times, I don't know." Draco crossed his arms. "But trust me, I'm just as irritated about it as you are."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "I see. Are you sure it wasn't so you could be close to that girl?"

"Ginny?" Draco scoffed, "Our families may be friends, but we aren't. She's self-obsessed, too smart for her own good, poor, and just generally irritating."

Regulus said nothing. He didn't have to.

"Whatever." Draco stood up quickly, "I have work to do. I'll see you later."

"Are we talking about the Gryffindors?" Snape dropped his heavy stack of books onto the table, "Because I have some news."

Draco unconsciously stepped back, not yet used to the younger version of his professor.

"What's the news?" Regulus asked.

"Lupin missed class again."

"So? He misses classes all the time."

"Yeah, isn't that weird? Whenever he is there, he acts totally obsessed with school, but then he skips all the time."

Regulus leaned back and took a sip of his butterbeer, "No one cares if a poor Gryffindor half-blood wants to skive off class, Severus."

"But.."

"Yeah, give it a break, Snape." Draco pushed past him. "You're acting a little obsessed."

"I'm not...!"

Draco didn't stick around to hear Snape's defense, he had something far more important to do. He strode through the halls, eyes narrowed. Snape had a point, Remus didn't seem the type to skip class.

"Draco Hartford."

The cold voice froze Draco midstep. No. It couldn't be. He rotated on his heel and faced the man. It was. 

Lucius Malfoy leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. He was clearly younger--he couldn't be more than eighteen--his platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and he was wearing a silk black suit, but his grey eyes were just as icy as ever. 

Draco straightened.

"I'm Lucius Malfoy, judging by your face, you already know that." He adjusted his shirtsleeve. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm told you act like a high-born Slytherin."

Words. Father was expecting words. "Er. Yeah." Wow, he was starting to sound like Harry. That's just embarrassing.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow. "Well, if you wish to be moved to a better house, I can pull some strings for you. My father owns the school committee."

Obviously, he was looking for something in return. Lucius wasn't the charitable type. But he couldn't say no to his father. "Alright."

"Excellent." Lucius clapped his hands together, "Well, Draco, it was a pleasure meeting you. I will keep in touch." And with that he blew past and disappeared out of sight.

Shit. Draco stepped into the nearest empty classroom and slumped into a chair. His father was back. The one good thing about this timetravel thing was gone. Now he was going to have to be perfect again.