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Echos of past lives: The Moulin Rouge	By : ForeverYoung Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings DxH and back in 1901 (reference only) Harry and a lot of guys. And who's the ecil maharaje? I know! But..you don't! Yet...
Disclamier. I do not own Harry Potter, or the club Moulin Rouge. Just fusing two fic idea's together with my twisted mind! Mwhaha!
This fic is now beta'd by powergirl, who is looking for more stories to beta ae moe moment so email her at buffy_anne_summers13_2001@yahoo.com if u need a beta reader.

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Draco walked up to the librarian. "Do you have any 1901 newspapers from Paris, France?"

The librarian looked up at Draco from her place sitting in her chair and pushed her glasses up her nose. "All Parisian newspapers are alphabetized in the 'P' section for The Paris Weekly." Draco thought for a moment. "Muggle or Wizard newspaper?"

The librarian rolled her eyes. "Wizard, Mr. Malfoy. If you want muggle, you'll have to go ask the Muggle Studies professor to take you to the nearest town's library."

Draco blushed, the tips of his ears going red from embarassment, and at the rude tone emitting from the vultureous librarian. "Sorry." He muttered sarcastically, walking non-chalantly over to the Newspaper file side of the huge library.

"d...e....h...i....P!" He pulled out the 'P' drawer. He fingered through the files, and finally found the Paris file.

He took out the section that spanned the whole year of 1901. He huffed over to a table, his arms straining under the heavy load.

He leafed through the first paper, dissapointed when he didn't find anything.

"Well lookie here, Hermione. Looks like Malfoy's actually doing some kind of research instead of having his precious daddy pay off the school board for some good grades," Ron smirked.

Draco sighed irritably. "Sod off Weasley. I'm busy."

Ron smiled maliciously. Then without any warning he pushed over Draco's stack of newspapers. Draco shot up ready to pound the smirk off Weasley's face. But a hand grabbed his arm before he could swing it around.

He looked angerly behind him, ready to hex the person, but when he saw Harry standing theere looking at him with his expressive green eyes, he just locked up.

"Please don't hit Ron, Malfoy. He's going to be in trouble anyways. The librarian saw him knock over the stack."

Ron gaped at his best friend. "Why the hell are you helping Malfoy for crying out loud?"

"Because," snarled Harry, "He was doing nothing and you had to come over here and pick on him. You're almost acting worse than Malfoy."

Ron's face turned red with anger. He stalkled away, pulling Hermione by the hand behind him.

Draco stared at Harry, bewildered, and a little angered at the 'You're almost acting as bad as Malfoy' bit.

"Why help me Potter?" Harry just looked at him sadly before walking away, leaving Draco trembling from where Harry had touched him on his arm.

He picked up the fallen stack of papers, stacking them neatley, when he saw the front page of The Daily Wizarding Gossip Newspaper, Oct, 1st 1901. His eyes widened dramatically.

Harry's face stared back at him, smiling and blowing him kisses, Harry's long hair carressing his face as unseen wind whiped it gently around him, giving Harry's sparkeling emerald eyes a wide eyes innocenct look, and Harry's lush lips pouting so prettily...

Draco looked at the Title for the article. "Moulin Rouge's new Sensational Musical production "Spectacular Spectacular, A Bohemian Raphsody." By: Raven Black.

Draco read further, his heart pounding.

'This comming Saturday night will be the opening night for the new sensational play 'Spectacular Spectacular' The Musical will start at 8:00 p.m.

You can buy the tickets at the door, prices are in this order: $20.00 for the first 5 rows, $15.00 for the next five, and $10.00 for the rest. Balcony seats are $50.00.

The lead role will be played by none other than the Moulin Rouge's sparkling jade, Hari Pottier.

The author of this thrilling romance is Draconian Malfoi, a well known English author. Mr. Malfoi is very happy with the play, and say's that the actors and 'actresses' make it feel magical. I've seen a preview folks, and If you want some romance, intreage, and angst, come see 'Spectacular Spectacular' This Saturday night.'

Draco almost fainted, feeling a rush of Deja Vu. He stared once more at Harry's delicate, femminine face that was still simpering at him, fluttering his thick sooty eyelashes at him, and blowing kisses at him, mouthing words that looked suspiciously like 'I love you my Dragon.'

Draco quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking and slipped the paper under his robes. He quickly put the other newspapers away neatly.

He walked out of the library and walked up to his room. He quickly muttered "Tempus," and the red numbers quickly formed the time.

10:00 p.m.

He sat the paper down on his bed, then went to change into his pajamas. He crawled quickly into bed,and closed the curtains surronding it. He then laid back onto his fluffy pillows.

"Lumos."

He picked up the newspaper and looked at 'Hari' again.

He traced Hari's face with a long pale finger. "How come I seem to remember you? How come you look exactly like my Harry? How come there's a Draconian Malfoi? Is that merely coincident al, or is there really such a thing as reincarnation? Did I love you back then, like I do now?"

He laid back down on his pillows again, and snaked a hand down into his pajama bottoms and jerked off looking at Harry's picture, imagining those full lips carressing his lips, and going lower, wrapping around his- He came sending sparks of pleasure through out his whole body. A wispered 'Harry' echoed around softly. Draco melted into his mattress and fell into a heavy sleep.

***Draco's Dream***

Draco walked jauntily from the tennet's office. He had just paid for his first months rent on his new flat.

He went down to the market to get some fruit for supper, he was just dying to have some strawberries and oranges.

Hopefully the money he had would last a couple of months until he found a job. hopefully at a newspaper company, and then when he got a job, he could get a lot of money, and he could by ink and lots of paper and write!

He couldn't wait to see his new flat. He unlocked the door with his key and slowly opened the door, savoring the excited beating of his heart.

He smiled, undeniably happy. Allthough the room was small, and the bed was even smaller, it was HIS.

He set his food, and luggage, on the floor. He went over to inspect the nice looking desk that occupied the other side of the room. It wasn't the best, but hey! Its his. That's all that matters. He's away from his demanding father, his simpering mother, his annoying and pesky sibblings. He was finally on his own.

i thought he was an only child.

He took out his brand new typewriter and placed it on the desk. He started a letter to his family to let them know that he was safe, got a flat and was going to go search for a job on the morrow.

He was just signing his name when a body cam crashing through his ceiling staring the shit out of him. he bhe body jerked when it stopped in mid air. Draco looked and saw a rope leading from somewhere above.

Just then a short midget came bursting into his room.

"Sowwy abowt that. Roni there has a problem. Sometimes he just goes unconcious like."

Draco looked at the short man in shock. "Oh! I'm sowwy, i have vewy bad manners. My name is Severitius."

"Glad...to meet you."

"Oh the pleasure is awll mine, I asure you."

Two other bodies then rushed in from behind Severitius. Two identicle boys with Red hair. "Hey Sev, who we gonna have now that our lead male role is down?"

Severitius looked at him. "Can you act?"

Draco figgited. "Im a writer."

Severitius grinned. "That will do then!" He then grabbed Draco by the arm and rushed up the stairs, the two twins rushing up behind them, all forgetting about poor Roni that was still suspended in mid air.

***End of Dream***

Draco woke shuddering. He untangled himself from his covers. "Holy shit, that was one realastic dream."

He got out of bed and padded over to the loo. He made sure he was ready for the day. He smiled winningly into the mirror and frowned when he saw that he hadn't geled his hair back. He looked at the clock that said "breakfast time" He shrugged and hurried over to get dressed and rushed down to breakfast, his soft silvery blonde hair carressing his shapely face.

Harry Potter looked up as Draco came rushing into the room. He caught his breath. Draco looked absolutley stunning. The fimilar ache reached his groin. He had liked the Slytherin for what seems forever. He almost could say that too. Right now was one of those times where he could swear Draco was an angel.

'Yeah,' he thought bitterly. 'An angel who deserves a lot better than me.'

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