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Draco woke up with a sweet smile on his face. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive.
Happiness threaded lightly on his life, but since yesterday he felt renewed.
He had always been one to feel things deeply and entirely, and though it was only after one date, for the first time in his existence, he knew where he belonged.
Theodore.
Music to his ears. An entire song in three syllables.
He had never known a first date could go so well.
It had been a long time since they'd last seen each other, maybe since a Ministry ball or another, Draco couldn't quite tell.
It mattered not. He knew he would be seeing Theo everyday of his life now.
Memories flooded his thoughts and he spent almost an hour in bed reminiscing.
He thought of every laugh they'd shared. The graveness of Theo's voice. Theo's stories about his job. The quickness of Theo's foot riding up his leg under the table.
Draco was a man who knew regrets (joining a cult taught him one thing of another), and after last night the only thing he regretted was not convincing Theo to come home with him after they'd kissed.
And how had they kissed.
Full of tongue and out of breath. Tasting the shared chocolate mousse on each other's tongue.
Oh, the way Theo moaned; the way his lips made Draco drown and never want to come up for air; the way his hands touched Draco's hair, arms, arse.
Gods, he was hard again for how Theo played hard to get.
"If I give it all to you tonight, you'll forget me," he had said with his hand teasing Draco's cock over his pants.
"Impossible," Draco had murmured and stolen another kiss.
At least he'd convinced him to a second date immediately the following day. Draco was no longer scared of seeming eager.
He wanted Theo.
And Theo wanted him back.
Thank Salazar for that.
Draco thought of all the possibilities. Imagined what he wanted to do with Theo. How he would hold him. How he would kiss him. He imagined a hundred different dates — all of them ending in sucking Theo's cock. He imagined a thousand different futures — all of them with Theo as his husband.
After delighting himself with a wank to deep brown eyes and short curls, he chose to ready himself for the day.
He arrived in the Ministry and continued his routine more cheerily than usual. He took his coffee and organised his office, thinking of how Theo would meet him at 1pm to go have lunch together. He rearranged the furniture wishing something would happen on the chaise longue. His heart jumped inside his chest.
His school boy crush was finally coming true and he was a pathetic man after one date.
Luckily, the Time Room left him enough research to distract his head for the morning.
When rewriting for the third time about the particularly difficult concept of separate but continuous timelines, a knock on his door made him jump out of his chair.
He got up to open it but the door opened itself, as if charmed, revealing Theo leaning on his side in a blue cardigan with his deep brown eyes shining with mystery.
Draco's mouth watered.
"Planning on standing me up, were you?" He said entering the room, the door closing a few moments after him.
Draco's watch ticked to 1:05pm.
Draco smiled, amused. "Sorry, I forgot the time."
Theo pushed his tongue on the inside of his cheek, making Draco want to bite it. They walked towards each other. "Hm, maybe I should've come home with you last night then, I don't want to be forgotten."
Theo's hands moved to touch Draco's abs lightly and a shiver covered his entire body.
Draco smirked, "You could never be forgotten by me. Actually, I was lucky the books took my mind off of you."
Draco leaned forward slowly, tilting Theo's head with a gentle finger on his chin.
They shared a kiss. Draco sighed and savoured his soft lips. It was slow and full of tongue and Draco thought he could die kissing Theo's lips. He groaned and then left another peck on Theo's lips.
"Should we eat, then?" Theo said in a low tone. Draco stomach did a somersault and warmth spread on his chest and neck.
He smiled, "I'll get my things."
Promises of what they would be eating, lingered on the empty space between them and coiled inside Draco's mind.
Draco turned his back to Theo.
"Avada Kedavra."
Green light consumed his office.
He woke up like he always did.
Luck no longer looked at him twice.
He didn't need it.
He made his own destiny. Yet knowing he could no longer be happy, he made sure every other version of him would have the best chance they got.
Like a clock, he was forever tick tacking between two seconds. He broke his heart over and over again on each old-new timeline.
He killed Theodore Nott.
He was yet to find a way to kill him before they went on a first date. So some heart break was inevitable.
But it was a small price to pay. Better than the alternative, the one where he fell irrevocably in love for the man who lied to him.
The man who had a Muggle wife and lived a second life.
Staring at the time-turner in his hands, saving himself felt easier each time he did it. Now his future was him. It was them.
And for all of the versions of his future he had once imagined, now Draco only knew for a fact he would be seeing Theo everyday of his life. But only as life drained from his deep brown eyes.