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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco adjusted his tie. It never looked quite right with the shorter cut he adopted in this time line. In a previous life, Draco had tried desperately to mimic his father. That was not desirable or even possible in this life and so Draco took great pleasure in bringing the modern hair styles into popularity solely on the force of his personality alone. It was one of his few plots that had no real value – other than his own satisfaction.
"Draco!" Harry burst through Draco's dorm room door as he was wont to do. Since it was common place, Draco didn't even turn from the mirror.
"Yes Harry?"
"Someone broke into my dorm room last night. The diary! It's gone!"
Draco rushed after Harry and they checked the Hufflepuff's room once more looking for magical traces or any clues as to who it was. This was the final nail and Draco decided whoever had the diary, it couldn't be Ginny Weasley. Not only had Draco searched and researched her rooms, but she was simply not talented enough to get through the defenses Draco put in place around Harry's bed and trunk. It had to be an older student or a teacher.
With the diary back in action, the attacks started up again.
The muggle-born with the camera, Creevy, was the next child petrified. Because of this everyone was to be sent home over Yule.
The night before the holidays began, Harry snuggled up with Draco in the Ravenclaw's dorm enjoying being together. Draco doubted he would be able to sneak out over the holidays. His father was suspicious and his letters indicated he would be especially so with Draco firmly under his roof.
"Okay your turn," Harry enthused, "What's your favorite Christmas memory, and you can't say last year because that's what I said."
Draco rolled his eyes and then sighed sleepily. They'd been talking for hours and Draco was nearly asleep. "My favorite Christmas memory, well there was the year that…oh wait that year's been claimed." Harry socked Draco in the shoulder, giggling.
Draco took a deep breath and allowed his memories to over take him. "It was cold, such a cold year. Not only because it was December but because the war was on us. Death Eaters were everywhere but we put up decorations and gathered presents anyway. Mrs. Weas…er Wessley, the cook," Draco lied, "worked really hard to make us a real Christmas dinner."
Draco laughed, completely lost in his memories and only half awake. "I remember you got so mad at me because I pointed out that no one in the house was Christian. We couldn't go to Diagon because it was too dangerous so all the presents were made ourselves. I got you a music sphere that had me singing because you said you couldn't sleep if I didn't sing you to sleep." Draco yawned, eyes closed. "You got me a green scarf the color of your eyes that was charmed to always smell like you. I still have it."
Nearly asleep Draco was shocked when Harry hit him in the chest. "Draco!" Harry's eyes were wide and angry with a touch of fear. "That never happened. What are you talking about?"
Abruptly Draco realized he was talking to a 12 year old Harry about a future that hadn't ever happened. "Shite." He cursed.
Harry narrowed his eyes at him when Draco tried to pass it off as a joke.
"NO! I've let you get away with a lot. Haven't asked when you knew things, or did weird things without telling me. I'm demanding you tell me the truth now."
Draco saw steel in Harry's eyes and knew that look. He sighed unhappily and asked Reg to bring him his journal. "Please don't read this until your alone and at Blacks. And please stay with me tonight?" He knew his voice sounded pitiful but Draco wanted one last night with an innocent Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You're so secretive. Okay fine."
Draco smiled softly and pulled Harry into his neck. It took them some time to get over that bit of excitement but they finally fell asleep curled up in each other.
Draco and Harry sat with Neville and the Weasley twins on the train home so Harry couldn't begin to read the diary.
"Promise me you'll still be my friend." Draco whispered in Harry's ear as they hugged goodbuy.
"I promise." Harry whispered back and left with his Godfather and the wolf before Lucius could say anything to horrible.
Draco didn't hear from Harry all holiday.
The gift Draco sent got no reply and the one he received from Harry had no note. Neville didn't know anything and so Draco could only wait. The two weeks he was stuck in Malfoy manor were all the more intolerable without the ray of sunshine that was Harry's letters.
Lucius was relentless and searched Draco's room almost every day. Reginald ended up stripping Draco's room and putting it in a bottomless trunk so Lucius wouldn't destroy everything in his rages. Draco was beginning to think his father was crazy.
Though the weeks passed slowly Draco found himself excited to see Harry on the train. He searched every compartment, but the boy couldn't be found.
In the great hall, Harry was grouchy and silent, his eyes clouded. He wouldn't meet Draco's gaze and even the Hufflepuffs steered clear of him. Draco feared something had happened with Black and cornered him in his dorm room.
Harry lashed out before Draco could even begin to ease into his concerns.
"I trusted you!."
"Harry what…?"
Harry smacked him across the face, "You've been plotting this whole time! How could you? I thought you were my friend."
"I am your friend." Harry smacked Draco again and Draco did nothing to protect himself.
"No! You're this manipulator. You got me into Hufflepuff, you listed out reason why I shouldn't be in Griffindor. I was supposed to be in Griffindor like my parents." Angry tears poured out of Harry's eyes and he wiped them away.
"What have you done to my life? I never want speak to you again, I never want to see you again. I HATE YOU!"
Harry whirled around while Draco sank to his knees, winded. All his worst nightmares were coming true.
He'd lost Harry. Harry hated him.
Some of the older hufflepuffs who'd come to see what the yelling was about pulled Draco gently to his feet. "I don't know what you did mate," Cedric Diggory told him quietly, "But I've never seen Harry that mad before."
Draco's legs could hardly hold his weight.
"ah childhood drama," one of the older females whisperd to another and Draco couldn't even summon up the rage to glare at them.
Diggory escorted –carried- Draco to the dorm entrance and set him on his feet. "There you go. I'm sure Harry just needs space and he'll come around."
Draco nodded uncomprehendingly and Diggory left him there.
Clinging to Diggory's words Draco waited for two weeks for Harry to give any sign that he'd forgive him. Draco continued to follow Harry and called in favors to steer conversations away from Harry's moodiness as he'd always done.
Harry started hanging out with Ron Weasley and Ginny. She was of course ecstatic and took every opportunity to touch Harry and be near him, shooting Draco smug looks all the while. Draco waited for Harry to see that too, but the boy refused to acknowledge him.
Early on Harry had told Dumbledore about the Basilisk where Draco could hear them and so Draco waited for the Headmaster to do something about it. He did nothing that Draco could see.
Still Draco was flabbergasted when Lisa Turpin was petrified and Lucius came with signatures of the Board to remove Dumbledore from his position.
Harry approached Draco for the first time after that but wouldn't let him speak. "You're despicable Malfoy." Draco winced. "Just like your father, throwing around power and bullying anyone you can. You have the Ravenclaws at your beck and call just like your dear old dad has the Board. I wonder if he had to black mail them too."
"Harry I"
"No! you don't get to speak to me. You don't deserve to."
Draco staggered back at the attack and Harry turned away his face hard as granite.
The rest of the school followed Harry's example and treated him like garbage. The Ravenclaws had to come when Draco called because of the contract the signed but they called him names the whole time, even when the favor was to watch out for Harry.
Draco cried himself to sleep in Reginald's arms more nights then not.
He went over what he'd written in the journal trying to understand what had set Harry off. Reginald, the only other person who knew his secret, mimed that the writing was cold. It had no emotion. Didn't show how everything Draco did was for Harry. It made him seem worse than Dumbledore.
Vince and Greg eased the pressure when they could. Partnering with him in classes and threatening anyone who mistreated him where they could hear it. The Slytherins only laughed at Draco's misfortune and fall from favor. Through it all Draco's mask of ice stood firm. He didn't eat well or sleep well so his body took punishment but he never showed how the pain of Harry's distaste hurt him.
Because the Ravenclaws refused to ask Draco for help, he ran out of favors and had to ask Dobby to watch out for Harry. When Dobby was busy, Draco had to do it himself. This only exasperated the school's distaste for him. They called him a stalker and tried to chase him away when they saw him.
It was Snape who ended it.
He stormed passed Harry's table and knocked over a vial and Give Harry detention for it.
Draco disillusioned himself and his broom and hid in the ceiling for Harry's detention.
As soon as Harry came through door, Snape locked it and silenced the room. He paced in front of Harry who stood firm. Black eyes speared through the second year until Snape finally spoke.
"Did you know Potter, that I went to school with your parents?" Snape's voice was deceptively calm.
Harry nodded, Dumbledore had told him.
"Your father was an arrogant, lazy, bully who gathered a group and tortured his fellow students. I hated him. I still hate him." Harry just swallowed but his face was reddening with suppressed rage.
"When Draco told me he was your friend. I forbid it. I knew you would be just as bad as your father and I didn't want Draco exposed to that." Harry's fists clenched white at the mention of Draco.
"I was wrong." Harry and Draco both jerked.
"You are worse than your father. At least he had loyalty. At least he had honor."
Harry took a step forward. "You don't' know what you're talking about. Draco…"
Snape raised a hand, "I don't care what pitiful thing you think Draco did. Your petty school yard dramas do not interest me. In fact, if I didn't think Draco was in danger I wouldn't even mention it." Harry's rage dropped quickly but then was replaced just as swiftly with mistrust.
"What danger?"
Snape glared at him. "Of course you wouldn't notice. You're so full of yourself that you can't even bother to take responsibility. You dropped him like so much trash, like a broken toy. You haven't noticed how he doesn't eat, how he doesn't sleep. How the other students torture him on your behalf. Did you ask them to? Did you order your little minions to beat him?To spit on him?" Harry was getting whiter and whiter as Snape spat truth at him.
Draco rather wished Snape wouldn't. There was only so much his pride could take.
"You wouldn't notice how he spends his free time protecting you. How he called in those ridiculous favors of his to help you with your homework."
"Tell him to stop!" Harry yelled, interrupting. "I don't want his protection. I'll tell the others to leave him alone, but I don't need his help."
Snape stepped back, his face ice, his eyes disappointed. "I see. So much for the legendary Potter friendship. Get out of my sight. Your detention is over."
Harry fled.
Draco spent the night trying not to hope that Harry would come back to him.
The very next day, Harry approached but his face was unwelcoming. "I told everyone to leave you alone. I didn't realize it was so bad for you. But I don't want to be your friend. Stop having your Ravenclaws help me with homework and stuff. I'll get by."
Draco nodded, resigned and Harry walked away.
Slowly the school returned to normal. Draco helped the other students with their homework. He was listless in classes and hung out with Vince and Greg and surprisingly Longbottom who couldn't stand Ginny and Ron. Luna came by every other day or so to give Draco a very strange piece of advice. Draco assumed it was meant to be uplifting.
Still, without Harry, Draco couldn't imagine going through these years again.
It was difficult for Draco to stop looking after Harry. When Lockheart ambushed him for pictures and the boy was overwhelmed, Draco did nothing. When Nott and Parkinson insulted and embarrassed him, Draco did nothing. When Ron's broken wand backfired on them and made Harry puke out slugs, Draco didn't help him.
It was hard, but it was what Harry wanted.
Still when Luna airily told Draco that Harry and Ron were going into the Chamber after Hermione, who it turned out had the Diary all along, Draco couldn't help but follow.
In Myrtle's bathroom, Harry had left the chamber entrance open, so Draco dove through. He dodged rocks and dirt from a small cave in and when the dust settled, Lockheart had no memory, Weasley was unconscious, and Harry was on the other side of a settling rubble wall.
"Draco!" Harry cried, "What are you doing down here?"
"It's dangerous; I'm not letting you go alone. You can go back to hating me when it's over."
Harry hissed, "And how are you going to get over here?" He pointed his wand at the rubble wall.
Draco pursed his lips and thought. Bombarda would get rid of the rubble but it would probably kill Harry. Reparo wasn't strong enough. Finally he settled on transfiguring one of the rocks on the floor level into a tunnel which he could crawl through. On the other side, Harry was reluctantly impressed.
"I can handle this myself." Harry hissed.
Draco nodded solemnly, "Yes, and I'm going to help you."
Harry growled and Draco held in his smirk, both of them knew they didn't have time to argue about it.
"Fine." Harry growled out and stomped down the cavern, little splashes of filth splattering at every step.
The Basilisk was larger than Harry had told him, and Riddle was more evil too. Harry was the focus of Riddle's attention so while the young Dark Lord was posturing. Draco tried to slow down the pull on Granger's life. His attempts had no effect.
A small scuffle ensued and Riddle ended up with Harry's wand.
"We're a lot alike, you and I." Riddle told Harry.
"Not even. Talk to Draco he's just as manipulative as you." Harry returned which – of course- turned Riddles attention to Draco.
"Ah yes, young Malfoy. The girl was incredibly jealous of you. How brilliant you are, how much Harry depends on you. She called you a deviant a pervert. Said you were in love with Harry."
Riddle smirked at Harry. "Does that disgust you? Knowing you're the object of his wank fantasies?"
"Don't talk about him like that!" Harry yelled. Riddle threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh that is priceless. You are deviants together. How wonderful. It's probably so much more fun to kill someone in front of their love."
He pointed his wand at Draco and hissed. A fine black mist erupted from Harry's wand and hit Draco in the foot as he dodged.
Harry rushed to Draco but Riddle bound him before Harry could reach Draco. "Ah ah ah, you should just watch Mr. Potter."
Draco hissed in pain, his foot was shooting spikes of throbbing heat and fire up his leg. The smell clued Draco in and he knew it was a withering curse. His only hope was to cut off his foot. He reached for his wand but Riddle summoned it from his hand. "So close Mr. Malfoy." Riddle cackled, "But I cannot have you surviving."
He hissed something that made the ground shake and released Harry. From the mouth of a stone head came a slithering noise that captured Harry's attention.
Knowing it was the Basililsk, Draco dragged himself and Hermione behind a broken statue so they were out of the way.
Suddenly there was a loud cry which enveloped Draco in hope and Fawkes flamed into the room, attacking the Basilisk's eyes and dropping a hat at Harry's feet.
Riddle continued to hiss urgently.
Finished ruining the snake's eyes, Fawkes flew to Draco and began to cry on his foot. The curse began to recede after two tear drops and after 5 it was gone completely.
"Rest," Draco told the Phoenix and peaked out from behind the statue to see that Harry was running from the Basilisk while Riddle cackled.
He summoned his wand wandlessly, something that exhausted him, but Riddle didn't seem to even notice.
Deep in his pocket Draco had been carrying around a shrunken Rooster. He enlarged it and imperioed the thing, making it crow. Instantly the sounds beyond the statue changed.
The basilisk screamed and then collapsed with a thud to the ground. Riddle cursed viciously and summoned the rooster, killing it.
Draco stood and walked imperiously from behind his cover to Harry's relieved, "Draco!" and Riddle's enraged, "Malfoy!"
"Yes, I'm not quite dead yet."
Riddle hissed and stepped back into a dueling stance. He faced off the boys, one with a wand, and one with a sword, with a grin.
"No matter, I can still kill you both."
Draco shot off an exorcism curse he'd studied for this fight which went wide as Riddle lunched towards Harry. Harry dodged Riddle's spell and knocked into Draco who was pushed to the ground. Riddle quickly summoned Draco's wand.
To distract Riddle, Harry ran towards him with the sword which blocked Riddle's spells quite effectively.
Draco grabbed up the Diary on his way to the Dead Basilisk and slammed it down on one of the beast's poisonous teeth.
Riddle screamed and arched just as Harry lashed down with the gleaming sword. Riddle's shade disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
Harry collapsed to his seat and Draco ran to him. "Are you alright Harry? Harry?"
"Yea…" Harry mumbled, his pallor white and his skin clammy.
"Harry did the basilisk scratch you?" Harry mumbled again but Draco couldn't understand it. He vanished Harry's clothes with Harry's wand and found a long scratch diagonal across Harry's back. It was leaking blood and green puss.
"Fawkes!" Draco cried and the bird flew over. It rested on Harry's head and cried into the wound. The first few tears soothed the wound but Draco could see how the drops were getting smaller. He feared that Fawkes wouldn't have enough to heal Harry. That Draco would be the reason Harry died.
The tears kept falling and the wound continued to heal. Harry's breath evened.
Just as the wound closed completely, several pairs of footsteps were heard in the cavern. Draco summoned his wand and crouched over Harry, ready to defend his unconscious body.
It was Snape and McGonagall and Flitwick was flying behind them. "Goodness." McGonagall cried out and all three of them stumbled at the size of the dead Basilisk.
"What happened here?'' Flitwick landed next to Hermione while the other professors kneeled by Draco and Harry.
"He was scratched but I think Fawkes healed him." The bird was obviously exhausted. It could barely stand and had settled down in the curve of Harry's arm.
It wasn't until Draco was safely ensconced in the infirmary next to Harry and Hermione that they professors got the full story. Just after Draco began, Dumbledore rushed in and he had to start again.
He told them how Luna had mentioned they were going down and how Weasley and Lockheart were usless. He told them about Tom Riddle and the withering curse, how Fawkes had ruined the snake's eyes and healed him. He told them of the diary and the basilisk fangs and Harry's near death experience.
Fawkes had a burning in the middle of Draco's telling which woke Harry up as the bird was still in Harry's arms.
Only Snape and Draco noticed Harry was awake so he didn't have to give his version of events.
Pomphry bustled them out after Draco was done and once the infirmary was dark and quiet, Harry spoke. "You saved me."
Draco shook his head, "No Fawkes…"
"I'm not talking about that. I mean the Rooster. You made it crow." Draco shrugged and closed his eyes.
"That's why you wanted me to learn to conjure one, Right?"
"Yes, that was in the journal." Draco pointed out, hating that he brought it up.
"well, yea, I guess- but I was kinda focused on the part where I had to get nearly killed because of some stupid poison thing."
Draco hissed, "It's not stupid, I know for a fact that that immunity saved you nearly twenty times. You cannot always watch what you eat."
Harry merely hummed and Draco seethed quietly. "I'm sorry you got hurt," Harry whispered.
"I would have been sorrier if I hadn't been there." Draco told him softly unsure if such emotion was welcome.
"I know Riddle was right. That you love me."
"I have always told you that. It wasn't a secret."
"Yea but you didn't tell me that we had this epic romance where you came back in time for me."
Draco hissed, "Don't say that out loud. Do you understand that if anyone knew I'd be locked up and tortured for knowledge of the future? The paradoxes could kill us all!"
Harry jerked and flushed. "No, I didn't."
Draco sighed, "Yes well…now you do."
The infirmary was silent for a while and Draco could feel the depression that had invaded him for months coming upon him again.
"Is that why you didn't tell me?" Harry asked.
"No, I didn't tell you because you…." Draco stopped and decided to be honest. "I didn't tell you because I was scared. Afraid you'd hate me, and you did so…I was right."
It was too dark to see if Harry was upset but Draco supposed he wasn't. "I'm sorry." Harry whispered,his voice thick. When Draco turned to look, Harry's bed was shaking with Harry's sobs and Draco's heart melted. He left his bed to sit on the edge of Harry's and hold his hand. "It's okay. I understand, kinda. Well, no not really but, can we be friends again?"
Harry sobbed harder, "yes yes." He rolled into Draco and pulled the older boy down. "all this time you've been trying to protect me. You did this all for me. Because you love me. And I keep pushing you away."
Draco pulled Harry closer and wiggled to get onto Harry's pillow, "Well, I'll always love you even if you push me away."
Harry lifted up, his eyes intent, "I'll never push you away again."
Draco laughed, "Well don't say that. I'm kind of a bastard so.."
Harry shook his head seriously, "no, never again."
They fell asleep that way.
In the morning, the Granger's thanked both Harry and Draco for saving their daughter. The Weasleys all filed into the infirmary for Ron and Lucius and Narcissa sent a 'get well' letter.
Dumbledore was reinstated as Headmaster after evidence of Lucius' blackmail was produced.
The rest of the year Ron spread rumors of his own heroics and Harry and Draco let him. Their returned closeness was missed in the drama and they preferred it that way. Harry told Draco that being Ron's friend was terrible so they pranked him most viciously on the train ride home.
The summer was relatively easy. Draco spent it mostly at 'Greg's house' which was actually Harry's house. Lucius was too angered over losing his place on the Hogwarts board to even notice Draco was gone most of the summer. Black took them to Italy where Harry took up paining and was terrible at it, while Draco learned to play the piano.
There were potions in Italy that were illegal in the UK which Harry took full advantage of. He shot up in height and both Harry and Draco became fluent in Italian. Harry also took one for French so he could catch up to Draco.
In the middle of the summer, Umbridge announced her Anti-werewolf legislation. After discussing it with Harry, Draco offered Lupin a full time position looking after his finances and investments. His gambling alone was rather time consuming.
Black had been taking care of Harry gold in the muggle banks and on Draco's advice they exchanged it in England and then moved it to Italy to return it to Galleons there.
Lupin agreed but when Draco decided to dabble in investing, Lupin begged off. He would do the gambling part but didn't want to be responsible for loosing Draco's money.
Lucius' grandfather had made his fortune by investing in muggle companies and Draco would rather emulate him then his father.
Hermione was Draco's only source of Muggle history and inventions. She went on and on about the end of the cold war between the USA and Russia, the internet, and the discovery of DNA, so that's what
Draco invested in. She said the DNA was the future of medicine and she was usually right.
He put most of his immediate money on the internet thing and the rest of his profits would go into pharmaceuticals and funding for research. He wanted the patents.
Draco contacted Ludivier Sicrollis. Sicrollis was a squib solicitor that specialized in commercial law who refused to work for Lucius. Draco had heard his father cursing the man for his genius more than once.
Sicrollis was happy to expand Draco's portfolio, though he was rather tenacious about learning how Draco knew of these muggle things and wanted Draco to invest more in magical developments.
Draco expected him to be mostly autonomous after the ghastly fee the man demanded.
Lupin took Dumbledore's offer of DADA professor when it was offered which left Draco's gambling in the hands of Black. Draco decided that if he was going to assume responsibility for it, Draco would simply tell him the details and let Black make the decisions. Draco did however expect a 900% return, or else.
The beginning of their third year found Draco without a plan.
this chapter is dedicated to excentrykemuse because they inspired me to update. Sorry it's been like a year. Hope this chapter is worth it.
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