Different. Draco hoped so. He hated the way things were now, even if he'd never tell the Dark Lord that. "I'm sure you're right," he said. "If anyone can change the future, it's you."
Draco stepped into the cabinet and closed the door behind himself, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wood. He just had time to hope he hadn't fucked things up too badly for the future before he was falling again.
***
Draco came back to his senses in bed. He woke with a start, almost knocking himself onto the floor. He blinked at the dark bedposts and the green hangings and the stone walls and floors. Slytherin. He was in his dorm. Maybe he was just driving himself crazy with stress and it had all been a dream.
He ran a hand through his hair, laughing a little. Honestly. A cabinet that sent you back and forwards in time. It was such a stupid idea. Of course it had been a dream. He just hoped it wasn't a dream that had made him late for breakfast.
Draco pulled his clothes on and ran his hands through his hair a few times, hoping it was good enough. He'd sort of given up on taking care of his appearance since the Dark Lord had moved in and started threatening his family. Nobody would question it. Draco grabbed his bag and left the dorm for the common room, then stopped. Something seemed... different.
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