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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “Potter!”

            Draco resisted the urge to yell at the Gryffindor. At that particular moment, he could have
berated him for his messy hair, for his glasses, for that stupid scar, even for the way his stupid tie
and his eyes in combination made him look like a Christmas tree. He was not in a good mood,
and Potter was a very convenient target. Instead, he bit down the insults, and concentrated on
what he had come to the library to talk to him about. “Potter, the match is on Wednesday, and I
don’t particularly...”

            “Lucian,” Harry interrupted, looking at him without a single emotion on his face.

            Draco growled to himself, and snapped back, “James.” While he understood where Harry
was going with this stupid ‘passwords so I know it’s actually you’ thing, honestly, repeating each
others middle names? How typically Gryffindor.

            Harry relaxed visibly, which was stupid, Draco thought. After all, he could have been the
imposter who’d watched them meet before and realized what they were doing. “Well, then,
Malfoy. What did you want?”

            Draco let out a sigh of disgust, and settled down in the chair across from Harry, lowering
his voice so they wouldn’t be overheard. “Look, Potter. The match. Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Wednesday. I do not want to see You Know Who there!”

            Harry blinked, then frowned thoughtfully. “You do know that You Know Who is
typically Lord Voldemort, right?”

            Draco closed his eyes, and reached up to press a single finger tip against the bridge of his
nose. “I am aware of that, Potter. That is not the point. The point is that I do not want to see Him
there on Wednesday. Seeing him in the crowd would disconcert me considerably and rather
damage my flying, I might imagine.”

            “There’s too many people there,” Harry pointed out, almost academically. “He’s never
shown up when there was any more than just us there, or just one of us. And we haven’t seen him
in about a week anyway. Maybe he’s stopped coming?”

            “You cannot actually believe that,” Draco snorted derisively. “For the love of Salazar,
Potter. He’s trying to make our lives miserable.”

            Harry sighed, leaning back in his own chair. “I don’t think that’s his purpose.”

            Two weeks ago, when the boys had been working in the Room of Requirement with
dozens of books spread out between them ((Their goal at the time had been to determine how the
Draco imposter managed to appear and disappear with no effort.)) he had appeared again, just
casually, with no warning. He had appeared on the couch they’d both been sitting on, Harry on
the far right, Draco on the far left, and there he suddenly was, right in the middle. Neither of
them had noticed him for a long time, until Harry had gone reaching for a book he’d had a
moment before, and when the imposter handed it to him, he’d deliberately dragged his long
fingers over the back of Harry’s hand. Harry had glanced up, startled, and had stared for about
thirty seconds before letting out a horrified yelp of realization and nearly tumbling off the couch.

            After the two of them had managed to get as far away from the couch as the room would
allow, they had stood side by side, breathing heavily, staring at the imposter. He had simply
smiled at them, then asked them how their research was coming.

            That led to a mostly one sided conversation on his part. They had found out that he was
there, following them, for some very significant purpose that involved the both of them, though
he had not mentioned what that purpose was. He had laughed almost hysterically when Harry
asked him if it was for Voldemort. They’d also found out that he didn’t Apparate and
Disapparate. ((Which really, they would have known anyway, had they read Hogwarts: A
History.)) Instead, he claimed to not really ever move, so much as he just went somewhere else.

            They had stared at him blankly for some time after that comment, so he’d grinned, and
explained further. “You see,” he’d said, politely and calmly. “The principle of Apparation is this.
You take yourself from where you were, and reposition yourself somewhere else. Correct? It’s
like the world is a giant model for an even bigger person, who picks you up, and just moves you
somewhere else, like you were a doll. Do you understand? What I do is similar, only instead of
picking myself up and moving me, I pick up and move everything else.

            “I can move from place to place because I don’t Apparate, I just move the places. I never
go anywhere.”

            The explanation was confusing, but it had made Harry think. “Like... with a time turner.”

            The imposter Draco’s eyes had shot straight to his face at that, mouth opening slightly.
For the first time, he had looked surprised, less than perfectly collected. “Exactly like a time
turner. How did you...” then had he paused, and smiled, shaking his head. “Of course. I forgot
where I was. Brilliant, Potter. That was very clever.” He had turned to Draco, smirking. “Aren’t
you proud of him?”

            So in any case, now they had a clue as to what was going on. Harry had suggested that
perhaps, this alternate Draco was not really an imposter at all, but Draco from the future? Draco
had negated that one instantly, declaring that this Draco was no older than Draco was right now,
and besides, how was he to get access to a Time Turner? There was no way the Ministry was
going to authorize the son of a known Death Eater to get one.

            But at least they had some kind of idea, now.

            “I very much doubt he’ll show up on Wednesday,” Harry said calmly. “But if my theory
is correct... we could go look for him.”

            Draco stared at him. “What?”

            “Look, what he said about time turners got me thinking.” Harry pushed the piece of
parchment he’d been writing on over to Draco. “See, with what he said, and what I read in this
book here...” he pushed the book over too. “I think he’s moving to different times and places at
the same time. Possibly distinctly different times. Remember when I said it was like a time
turner, and he was completely confused, then he said ‘I forgot where I was’? I think it’s because
he’s used to seeing me at a different time. Possibly before third year.”

            “Why third year?” Draco asked, glancing up from the parchment.

            “Third year is when I found out about time turners.” Harry lifted his chin at the
parchment. “What do you think?”

            “Wait... wouldn’t you remember him if he showed up before first year?” Draco asked.

            “That’s where the theory of going to different places got me. Like maybe... if there’s two
of you - due to time paradox, or whatever - maybe there’s two mes. What do you think of that,
though?” He motioned again to the parchment.

            “From what I can make out of your atrocious handwriting...” Draco frowned, considering,
then said, “I think it would work better to make some kind of potion, rather than a charm.”

            “I thought of that too, but from what little information I could gather, it looks like any
potion used with those components would make any changes permanent, and frankly, I don’t
think I want to be popping all over the planet permanently, like he does.”

            Draco looked up, smirking. “Wouldn’t even be handy to take out the Dark Lord once and
for all?”

            Harry paused, surprised. “Well, yes, it would.... but what would I do with that skill after
that?”

            “You’d either be the world’s greatest prankster, or the world’s most illicit voyeur,” Draco
said lightly. “But look, here...” he tapped the parchment. “I would have said that this was the best
mix right away, except something makes me think there’s a better ingredient. It would be just as
potent - perhaps more so, but it would be temporary instead of permanent.”

            “Well, I thought so too, but I couldn’t think of what it would be.”

            “Remember how you mentioned polyjuice potion?” Draco asked, a slight smirk on his
face. “You were so convinced that this imposter was a polyjuice creation, correct? Well, I would
have known if anyone was cutting my hair without permission, but that’s not the point. The fact
is that you mentioned it - and now it makes me think. Could we not replace the heather with part
of the person we’re trying to find?”

            Harry blinked at him, confused.

            Draco sighed, then snatched Harry’s quill off the table, dipped it in the ink, shook it
lightly, then flipped the parchment over and began to scratch out notes on the back side, in his
perfectly neat handwriting. “The primary use of heather when in this potion is to conjure,
correct? Although it’s properties for warding off violent crimes can also be useful...” he paused.
“Have you considered carrying a sprig of heather around with you? White would be best. In any
case, while heather is the logical choice, it makes me wonder if it might not be wise to resist its
longevity - the heather would be what would make the potion permanent, you realize - by using
say, a lock of his hair. Or,” he sighed, “A lock of my hair would probably do just as well. That
way, the potion will allow us to directly seek out him, instead of just wherever it is he goes.”

            Harry could only gape at him. “Merlin, Malfoy... you’re brilliant.”

            “Glad you finally noticed,” Draco preened, then hesitated, and admitted, “I wouldn’t have
been able to think of it had you not mentioned Polyjuice.”

            “Wow.” Harry nodded, incredibly impressed. “I suppose you want to go tell your head of
house, now?”

            Draco paused, frowning. “No.”

            Harry blinked. “What? But Snape said...”

            “I don’t care what Snape said.” Draco looked up now, silver eyes serious. “I think... we
should brew the potion first. Most of the ingredients we can get no problem.” He frowned at the
page, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best to get a time turner, but that one ingredient will be a
challenge. As it is though, most of these ingredients are ones we use in NEWTs potions anyway,
shouldn’t be too hard to get our hands on them. I’ll borrow from Snape if we must, but I think we
should try and brew the potion before we present the idea to him.”

            Harry sat back, head tilted to the side, watching Draco thoughtfully.

            Draco noticed this, and glanced back and forth before frowning. “What?”

            Harry smiled slightly, still looking surprised. “I’m suddenly seeing you in a whole new
light. You are a different person than I thought you were. You’re even willing to defy your head
of house and break a few rules.” Harry smiled. “I’m impressed.”

            “Took you long enough,” Draco smirked. “My only concern is about where to brew the
potion. I have my own room, being Head Boy, but I don’t trust my house. The others - or
Professor Snape - could easily find a way in. We need somewhere where people won’t think to
look.”

            Harry paused, considering, then his face broke into a grin. “Malfoy, I have the best place
to brew illegal potions.”
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