[Harry Potter] The Aristocratic House of Platinum

He never dreamed that an old, broken Time-Turner would take him back to 1992, where he became the uncle with the same name who, according to the family tree, should have been sleeping soundly and never waking up. He begins an unfamiliar school life, bullied and pushed around by a little platinum-haired brat at the top of the aristocratic food chain. Should he do everything he can to get back, or stay in this turbulent era and help restore his family along the way? Uh, give me a break. He doesn't have the power to change history. He's just the mediocre youngest son of a family of charlatans. Uh... all right. Becoming a Malfoy family's spouse could count as saving the family by an indirect route, too. →_→ [First Meeting] Pluto: Oh no, why do I have to repeat my first year when I'm almost graduating! Platinum Snake: Hmph. How could he possibly deserve the name Pluto! A cauldron-slaying menace from the Samuels family? A troll. [A Few Years Later] Pluto: You're so tyrannical! I only made plans to have afternoon tea with The Chosen One. Platinum Snake King: Hmph. I don't want another accident, having to search some unknown time for my poor fiance! Pluto: ... Platinum Snake King: Well, go ahead and try turning that Time-Turner. I don't mind holding a wedding with a petrified body. This story is primarily from the bottom's perspective! The bottom's perspective! The bottom's perspective! Draco is the top! This story was inspired by my frustration at there being too few Draco-as-the-top stories. It may be long or short, depending on my mood. Some parts may be OOC. If that's not your thing, don't read it. Feel free to join me in fantasizing (P.S. I originally wanted to title it