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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter Characters or the Harry Potter world, nor most of this plot, and am making no money off this story.

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An: this story assumes that you have read all the Harry Potter books, most things will be changed, as is the point of Draco going back in time, but you should know the major plot points by now from the books or from other fanfiction. If you have a question i will of course answer it but...
Chapter 2 Meeting Potter
Just like last time, his father had led him through Diagon Alley pointing out the shops he’d need to visit quickly and then retreated to the pureblood only tea shop in Knockturn Alley, leaving Draco to find his supplies on his own.
The first time, Draco had been overwhelmed and wished desperately that he could be halfblood so he would have someone to show him around.
This time, he relished the independence. No house elves to report his actions, no father, in fact few of the patrons of the alley even knew he was Malfoy. He was, for the time being, free of constraints.
As part of his plan Draco went to get his wand first. It surprised him when we walked out with a Yew and Hungarian Horntail heart’s blood instead of his Hawthorn and Green Welsh heart string but he shrugged and continued on.
He transfigured a rock into a replica of the Sorcerer’s stone from the descriptions Harry had given him. When the oaf Hagrid and Harry walked out of Gringots, Draco cast a switching charm on the rock for the stone in the box in Hagrid’s pocket. Why go to all the trouble of stealing it from the school when he could do it here. Draco ignored Harry’s presence for the moment but when he was finished ordering a house elf to take the stone home and not give it to anyone else he followed them.
Draco spared a thought at the thrill of common theft and wondered if he could get away with more before he pushed the thought aside for later.
When the oaf left Harry at Madam Malkins, Draco sauntered into the shop and was ushered to the stool next to his Harry. The sight of him after all this time took his breath and Draco found himself staring.
“What?” Harry asked shyly, ducking his head and checking his face for food.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” Draco said, just a shy. He’d learned from his Harry that the problem with their first meeting was his arrogance. It had affronted the boy. Draco was certain not to repeat the mistake.
“Are you headed to Hogwarts too?” He asked. Harry nodded.
“Me too. I’m a first year.” He rolled his eyes mentally at his own inability to sound cool. No matter his true age, this was his first theoretical meeting of his one true love. He was unbelievably nervous. Everything depended on them being friends.
“Yea,” Harry’s voice was quiet and so Draco decided to fill the silence.
“What house do you think you’ll be in? I’m hoping for either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I just don’t think the others apply to me.” He knew Harry didn’t have a clue about the houses and hoped the boy would gather the courage to ask.
He did.
“I um…I don’t know...”
“Oh you don’t know about the houses? Well Gryffindor is for the rash and courageous, Hufflepuff the loyal and hardworking, Ravenclaw the intelligent and curious, and Slytherin for the cunning and ambitious.”
Harry swallowed and Draco could feel the waves of insecurity pouring off him.
“I know that sounds rather daunting. I don’t ever feel like any of those things either but they say it’s a goal, the one you show the most promise towards.”
Draco was forced to stop his growing speech by the presence of Madam Malkin, but he could see Harry was thinking.
When the Madam left Draco asked, “Where are you parents?”
“Dead.” Harry replied absently still pondering his instruction on Houses.
“Oh sorry, mine aren’t here either.” This caught Harry’s attention and he turned to face Draco with curiosity and sadness.
“Oh their not dead, but they don’t really have time for me so I’m here by myself.”
He swallowed heavily, all his training pushed at him for revealing such an intimate detail of his private life to a stranger, but he held steady.
“Oh, well I’m here with Hagrid, do you want to shop with us?”
Draco smiled weakly, he wanted Harry to ditch the oaf instead, he said. “I’m not sure he wants me around. I…my family…” He didn’t get to explain more, thankfully, because the Madam pronounced Harry done.
Draco smiled at him nervously, unsure if Harry would wait. Waiting wasn’t apart of his plan. They had made progress towards being friends he could build on but he was desperate to spend time with the boy. He was as beautiful as Draco remembered, dazzling green eyes covered by hideous glasses, pitch black hair piled on tanned flesh. Draco was relieved he could appreciate the beauty of the boy without feeling inappropriate arousal. It had been a fear. Draco was glad he could love the boy without it getting inappropriate. They were still physically 11, even if he felt older.
When the Madam was finally done with him, he’d convinced himself that Harry wouldn’t wait, so it was with shock that he approached the boy and groundskeeper outside the shop.
“You waited!”
“Malfoy?” Hagrid bellowed, “Ye wanted ta wait f’r a Malfoy?”
Draco swallowed and glanced around at the scene Hagrid was making. He smiled at Harry.
“I’ll just be going then, thank you for waiting anyway.”
He turned to go when Harry grabbed his arm.
“No.” the boy whispered.
“Hagrid please? He doesn’t have anyone else to show him around.” Draco gulped at the gasp from a few of the crowd. He’d not expected that to get around. His father would cane him for sure when they got home.
“No, donna ye know who this is? This is Draco Malfoy, ye don’t want te be hang’n around with his lot.”
Draco flushed both in embarrassment at the oaf’s words and in rage that the beast thought he was better then a Malfoy. His training came out and haughtily he replied.
“I have better things to do then be mauled by whatever savagery you think passes for shopping!”
Harry let go of him in shock and he turned to stroll unconcerned through the crowd. They parted at his passing. He ignored their whispers and points with practiced Malfoy pride.
He made it through the crowd and into a shadowed spot before breaking down. He shouldn’t have insulted Hagrid. That was one of the things Harry told him caused him to reject him the first time. He cursed his adolescent body when tears welled in his eyes. If only he was able to push down his pride for just a little while…
“Um..hi?”
A small shy voice interrupted his self recrimination and Draco turned quickly towards it, wiping tears off his face.
Harry was standing just inside the shadows with his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet.
“What are you doing here?” His voice was much harsher then he’d wanted and Draco winced.
Harry smiled a little. “I’m sorry he was mean, I told him I wanted to shop with you and ran away. Was…was that okay?”
Draco nearly hugged him. Already this was working out better then he’d planned. Harry had rejected Hagrid and so therefore all the oaf had told him, and instead chose him, Draco Malfoy.
“Oh yea…I mean.” Draco tried to pull up the insecure boy inside him that Harry would feel a need to protect.
“You don’t mind that I’m a Malfoy?”
Harry laughed and walked up closer to him, “I don’t even know what a Malfoy is.”
Draco chuckled, “Oh, well it’s my last name. We’re pure bloods and some people don’t like us because we have more money then them, or because we hold to our traditions and they don’t. They treat us bad and my Uncle said that when that happened I should not show them they hurt me. That I am better then they and their opinions don’t matter.” He pulled himself up in a prideful pose and both boys giggled.
“Oh well the way he was taking, a Malfoy was a horrible beast of some kind.”
Draco smiled softly, “Yea well, my father sometimes treats people badly, but I don’t like it.”
They left the shadows together, avoiding both Draco’s father and Hagrid as they looked for them.
Draco led Harry to all the places they would need supplies and changed few things from his original trip. He helped Harry buy Hedwig and name her, get his things from the Apothecary and persuaded him to get the medium priced things. Taught Harry how to haggle, as was expected, and other things Harry didn’t know.
The only things Draco changed were at the trunk shop, the book shop, a new potion at the Apothicary, and Olivander’s. At the trunk shop Harry stared longingly at a trunk with a kitchen, bathroom and living area hidden inside behind a password and Draco convinced Harry to get it. He didn’t insinuate that he was even curious as to why Harry would need it and Harry relaxed and purchased it.
At the book shop, Draco bought the entire collection of standard spell books and both he and Harry nearly cleaned them out of obscure books. They even found one in Parseltounge. Draco told Harry not to tell anyone that he could read the book and that he would explain it on the train to Hogwarts.
Draco had neatly avoided Harry's meeting with the horrible Weasleys by telling the boy how to get on the train.
The potion at the Apothecary’s was a vision corrector. He told Harry to take it before bed because it would most likely be painful. Harry hadn’t listened and took it immediately. A few minutes of silent twisting that wrenched Draco’s heart and then Harry was looking at the world glasses free and with a wonder that Draco’d never seen. He wondered why Harry’s friends hadn’t ever gotten the boy this potion the first time.
Olivander’s was by far the most interesting. Draco never liked Olivander, the old man was creepy and so it was with trepidation they entered the shop. Harry picked up on his nervousness and nearly screamed when the old man jumped out at them.
“Ah, Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy, an unexpected pleasure to see you both together.”
Surprisingly it was Harry that was the most affronted by the man.
“What’s wrong with that? Huh? He’s just like anyone else and has the right to come and get his wand in peace. So are you going to stand there and make annoying comments or are you going to do your job and find us wands?”
Draco tried hard to pull in the laugh and rested a calming hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Its…hee..okay Harry, I think he was really surprised.”
Harry huffed and Olivander’s eyebrows slowly returned to an acceptable level.
“Well, well, very curious. Let us find you a wand Mister Potter.”
Olivander passed Harry all sorts of wands with properties Draco recognized to be synonymous with loyalty and courage and protection of the deserving, but none of them matched.
Draco tried to keep his impatience to a minimum. He badly wanted to simply order Harry’s wand and get on with it, but held his tongue.
When the old man finally brought out the correct Holly and Phoenix feather wand, the power it invoked in Harry was staggering.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” Olivander mumbled while wrapping it up. Harry fidgeted with curiosity and finally, “Um excuse me but what is curious?”
“Oh, well it so happens that I remember every wand that has ever left my store and all their components. The feather in your wand, Mister Potter, came from a Phoenix that gave only one other feather. It was in the wand that gave you your scar.”
Draco felt the air grow cooler as Olivander approached Harry, eyes fixed on his forehead.
“I believe we can expect great things from you Mister Potter, after all Voldemort did great things, terrible, but great.”
Draco quirked a sardonic grin, “You make it sound like it’s the wand that makes us great.”
“Oh?” Olivander turned to him as though he’d forgotten Draco was there, which annoyed the blonde.
“No that was not my intention. The wand is but a tool, though it does sometimes make predictions of one’s power and potential.”
Draco rolled his eyes and waited impatiently for the old man to get on with it.
Harry payed and Draco motioned him to leave the store when the boy didn’t move. Harry blinked at him and then his face twisted with ritous rage.
He turned it on Olivander, “Surely you’re not refusing to sell him a wand. I don’t think I want a wand from you if you going to be….”
Draco stopped him and held up his wand, laughing. Harry blushed and Olivander smiled at them.
“I think you two have the beginning of a very interesting relationship.”
Draco rolled his eyes and the boys finally left the store.
When their day was done, Draco was unsurprised by his reluctance to say goodbye.
“Um…” Harry said; shy again for the first time since their day truly started. “I’m not sure how to get home.”
“Oh,” Draco started but just then both Hagrid and his father found them, coming from different directions.
“Draco,” His father said coldly, only the fierce pressure on his shoulder from his father’s fisted hand alerted Draco to his anger.
He focused his eyes on Harry and smiled gently when the boy furrowed his brow in concern, his eyes resting on the hand fisted in Draco’s shoulder. Perhaps the punishment would be worth it to get Harry that much closer to him.
His father and Hagrid had a small insulting match before dragging the boys in opposite directions.
The caning was simple and his uncle came to see how the trip went in the middle of it, interrupting. His father had stopped and snarled, but not explained.
“Oh Draco, you know better then to anger him.”
Draco had utilized his adult constitution and not made a sound during the whole thing, but the tenderness from his usually stern uncle was just too much for him.
No tears fell, but he nuzzled into the warmth offered while Severus smoothed healing balm on his back, arse, and thighs.
“What happened Draco?”
“That stupid oaf groundskeeper was insulting me and Harry…”
“Potter? Ah I should have known. What did you do Draco?”
“I didn’t do anything…well I may have mentioned that I was alone so that he would invite me to come with him…”
“Oh Draco.”
“What?” he sighed, “I know Uncle, I just…I just wanted to spend time with him.”
“Alright, tell me what happened.”
“Well the oaf started sprouting delusions of grandeur, saying that I wasn’t an appropriate companion. He should be so lucky.” His uncle chuckled, which had been his plan and Draco grinned at him, but then dropped it as the reason for his father’s anger approached.
“And Harry defended me saying that no one else would take me…and there was kind of a crowd. Anyway father was most displeased.”
“I should think so. You know better then to disclose private information to idiots like Potter.”
Draco scowled at him.
“Oh great Merlin, your not going to be his little defender now are you.”
“When have I not been his defender?”
Severus raised an eyebrow, “Yes, I suppose I thought you would decide differently when his true Potter colors showed. Do not think he will be your friend at Hogwarts. As soon as he finds anyone else he will drop you and treat you and the rest of the school like the bugs beneath his shoes.”
Draco snarled and quickly removed himself from his Uncle’s lap. That his lower half was exposed did not faze him.
“Thank you for your kind words Uncle. I now know I how truly unworthy you find me. I am sure you can see yourself out.” With that Draco stormed to his bedroom. He chuckled mentally at his age appropriate reaction. He’d not been able to have a childish tantrum for some time. It was oddly refreshing.
His uncle didn’t bother him until his next visit and neither of them even mentioned Harry Potter.
Draco spent the remaining month reading up of his first year text books. He was certain he had them memorized but he wanted his prodigy act to be perfect.
An: as I said most of the plot from the original cannon will be implied so if it confuses you, let me know and I'll explain it. I do not want to waste time rewriting and explaining plot that everyone or most everyone already knows.
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