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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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AN: I dislike all those time travel stories that end right after the sorting or before the first year is ended. I am moving so quickly because I refuse to be among them. This story will be fast paced and is romance centered. A few of the years before they are old enough might only be a few chapters long. I want to get to the good stuff before slowing down, if I do. This is the first of its kind that I've found so i can write it how i want.
Chapter 3 the train
When his father and mother joined him for the trip to the train Draco felt confident his plans were perfected and his understanding was complete.
He said good bye to his father and then found an empty compartment with a window towards the gate. He watched for Harry’s arrival with conflicting emotions. Had Hagrid convinced Harry not to be his friend? Would his plans all be for naught?
An hour before the train left, Harry pushed and tugged his trunk through the crowd and onto the train. Draco poked his head out of the door and called out when Harry came into view. The relief on the boy’s face made Draco’s heart sing.
“Ah Draco, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find you. There are so many people out there!” Harry said as he struggled with putting the trunk up on the rack. Draco stood up and helped him. He had a sudden urge to hug the boy and so stood awkwardly next to him, his arms wavering. After a moment he sat down without a hug, but he didn’t miss the relief warring with disappointment on his new friends face.
Harry told him about Hagrid’s attempt to convince him away and Draco was most expressive with his relief. Harry grinned at him.
The boy savior also expressed confusion that a matronly witch with older children had been outside shouting at the top of her lungs about muggles
“Shouldn’t she be more careful? I mean what if some one had asked her what a muggle was?”
Draco decided to be delicate and he leaned forward, his face drawn in concern.
“What did she look like?”
Harry described the matriarch of the Weasle clan most appropriately.
“That sounds like Mrs. Weasley. She has seven children, two of which have already graduated from Hogwarts. Why would she be asking about where the platform was? She should have either floo’d in with her kids or apparated, though I suppose that may be difficult with so many children…”
Harry shook his head in puzzlement.
“Maybe.” Draco started, “She is some kind of clue for children who do not know how to get on the platform.”
Harry nodded and his eyes lit up for a moment before darkening with more confusion, “But there weren’t any others out there looking confused.”
“Hmm..well…would you have known about the platform if I hadn’t told you?”
Harry shook his head, comprehension dawning, “So she was there for me?”
Draco shrugged and leaned back, “I don’t know. Let’s examine what we know. Your guide to the Wizarding world didn’t tell you about how to get on the train. Right?” Harry nodded.
“And so if I hadn’t told you what would have happened out there.”
Harry pursed his lips, “Well I probably would have asked a constable.”
Draco smiled, “They are all muggle so they wouldn’t have known what you were talking about.”
“Right so I would have made a fool out of myself. But if she was yelling like that then I probably would have picked up on it and asked her how to get on.”
“Hmm,” Draco said. He wasn’t sure how to insinuate that someone was waiting for him without sounding paranoid.
“Do you think..um…maybe she was waiting for me?” Draco grinned internally but plastered a surprised look on his face.
“Well maybe I mean if there was no one else asking her and only you heard her then…maybe, but why?”
Harry shook his head, “I don’t know.”
They sat in silent contemplation for a moment before Draco asked Harry about the month between seeing each other and found out that Harry had read about half of his books including the book he wasn’t supposed to be able to read.
“Would you explain that to me now Draco?”
“Yes,” he put up a low powered silencing charm, something obscure that only a few would be able to break through. “That book is written in Parseltongue and there are only a few wizards who have the talent. In this lifetime it has been Lord Voldemort and you. Many people think that speaking it means you are a dark wizard. They will fear you and treat you badly if they know. You must keep it hidden. Do not speak it or read it or show that book to anyone but me okay?”
His voice expressed his urgency. Draco remembered vividly the pain Harry went through during their second year when it was revealed Harry was a parseltongue. It had been most painful to be the spark that started that fire.
“Okay, also would you explain about this Lord Volewhatsit. Hagrid only said that he was a bad man and he killed my parents. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of hero. What’s that all about?”
Draco smiled; it was a good sign that Harry trusted him over that oaf Hagrid.
“Well he was right about that. Lord Voldemort was an evil vile man who went crazy from dark arts. A lot of purebloods followed him. He promised them power and prestige and that he would rid our world of the impure. Instead he hurt them and killed them. He killed mudbloods and halfbloods at first but then as he gained power he killed all kinds of people including his followers. It stopped when he killed your parents and tried to kill you, but no one knows why.”
Harry shook his head in confusion, “but I read these books..”
Draco chuckled interrupting him, “you know better then that. Who was there that night?”
“Um well Voldethingy, my parents, and me?”
“Right so who could have told the author of that book what happened, you’re the only one alive. Did you give any interviews?”
Harry shook his head, understanding dawning in his eyes. “So those books are worthless?”
“No not worthless, they are written record of what most people believe. It is always handy to know how others think. You know that truth, and that truth is power. They believe a lie, but you know different and so you can control them.”
Draco watched as something he’d not witnessed before flashed across Harry’s visage. It was darker then Draco expected.
“I see, and you know this truth too?”
Draco reassessed, this Harry was different then he expected. He smiled sheepishly.
“Well no, I don’t have any idea what happened. But you said you didn’t give any interviews and I suspected that, so they must not be true. So I know the truth about the lies in that book.” It was convoluted logic but he couldn’t tell Harry that yes of course he knew the truth; all time travelers know the truth.
“Hmm, alright Draco.” Harry’s green eyes pierced him. The look Draco was given was similar to the ones an older, harder, more warlike Harry had given him when he changed sides. For the first time Draco wondered how much his association with Harry would change the boy.
Harry dropped it and asked Draco questions about their text books. Draco helped him look up the answers; it was part of his plan to instill in the boy the researching inquisitiveness his time with Granger had smothered out of him.
It was Draco’s opinion that Harry’s friendship with the Weasel and Granger had squashed out his innate curiosity. Harry had been so focused on keeping them as friends, he changed himself to become something he wasn’t. Draco wanted to make sure he didn’t do that. Draco wanted to augment Harry not squash him.
Just before the train started moving Pansy found them. Where Draco had grown up on fantasies of being Harry Potter’s best friend, Pansy had grown up being the next Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She recognized him instantly and forced her way into the compartment.
Harry had welcomed her with insecurity and shyness, nothing like the boy who’d just argued with him over which property of newt’s eyes was dormant.
“Oh hi,” Pansy said in a travesty of faced demure, “I’m Pansy Parkinson who are you?”
Draco rolled his eyes at Harry causing the boy to giggle.
“Draco Malfoy.”
“Harry Potter.”
Where Pansy had turned to Draco to begin her immature attempt at groundwork, her mouth dropped open at Harry’s name.
“Really, the Harry Potter?”
“Yes.” Harry replied warily. She was struck dumb. Harry snorted and Draco chuckled, this boy was something completely new.
“Is that a problem?” Draco asked, noticing that Harry was getting uncomfortable with her bovine impression.
“Oh no. I just uh…”
They didn’t find out what she just, because at that moment Granger’s bushy head pushed through the cracked compartment door.
“Have any of you seen a toad? A boy has lost it.”
Draco blinked at her. He’d forgotten how horrible she looked before she got the buck teeth reduced.
“No.” Draco started but Harry had begun a spell and Draco stopped to watch.
“Accio Toad.”
“NO Harry!”
A thumping noise came from the walls down the hall and no less then ten toads ended up in their compartment.
Harry blushed hard and Draco tried to gently explain his mistake above Pansy’s shrieks.
“Its okay Harry, you just have to remember to be more specific next time. I can’t believe you got that spell to work. It’s ridiculously hard, it’s a forth year spell.”
Harry blushed harder at the praise and then Granger started in on him about casting spells without reading all the proper material.
“It says in both Acceptable Ways for Proper Spell Casting, and 101 Ways to Cast Great Spells. That you need to be specific in your spell work and not cast spells you are unsure about. Of course I assumed everyone had read both books….”
Her arrogance was quickly getting on Draco’s nerves and he could see that Harry’s blush had become a flush of anger and stopped her.
“Listen. You were not invited into our compartment so you can leave and take your know-it-all ways with you.”
She blinked back tears for a moment and Draco glanced at Harry to see if he was affected. He did seem remorseful but didn’t say anything until she had left.
“Was that a little harsh?”
“Well…” Draco started but Pansy once again interrupted them.
“I say good riddance. I didn’t want to be in her disgusting presence anymore. She was so annoying wasn’t she? Must be a mudblood.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at her, “Yes because all annoying females are mudbloods.”
She must have caught the insult because she flushed. Her mouth closed with a snap, but it only silenced her for a moment before she was back to talking about things he didn’t care about.
After a few minutes, various students came to get their toads and, after the soon to be routine introduction and gawking at Harry, Draco told the blond girl that since they’d never invited her into their compartment, she was welcome to sit elsewhere. She left in a huff.
“What?” Draco asked Harry in response to his look.
“I just…that wasn’t very nice.”
“Yea I know but I couldn’t figure out how to get her to leave and I wanted to talk to you. I couldn’t talk to you in front of her because that’s the first rule. Never let anyone you don’t trust know anything true about you.”
Draco waited while Harry processed that.
“So you trust me?” Draco mentally slapped his forehead. Of course that would be what Harry pulled from the lesson.
“Yes Harry, although I’d ask you not to shout my personal business into a crowd next time.”
Harry blushed and looked down and Draco regretted the joke.
“Did he hurt you bad?”
Draco swallowed; he’d not ever told the first Harry about his father’s harsh punishments. It had never been his plan to let this Harry know either but..
“It wasn’t any worse then other times.” He finally said.
“I’m sorry..I didn’t mean…”
“I know.” Draco reassured the distraught boy. “It was mostly because I ran from him and made him look for me for hours.”
He grinned at Harry sardonically. “So see it was my fault.”
Harry winced but let it pass.
They may have begun another discussion of their text books but an out of breath Weasel slammed open their door.
“I …pant…heard…exhale..that Harry Potter was…pant…in this compartment.”
Draco decided to field this one. It was obvious from Harry’s face that he didn’t want to deal with another fan.
“You must be a Weasley. My father has told me all about you.”
“Oh yea? What do you think you know..you…you…girl.”
Harry snorted at the insult and Draco reared back in mock affront.
“Me a girl? Well I am outraged. Get out of my compartment..out…out..” He adopted a high pitched voice pattern and bundled the overwhelmed red head into the hall. He locked the door behind him and sat back down to watch Harry regain his breath over the laughter.
“That was brilliant mate.” Draco grinned. Harry hardly ever called him mate in the other reality and the word was an odd echo of the voices from the void. Distracted, Draco wondered for a moment if he should be curious at the emphasis.
They spent the rest of the train ride reviewing the rules of Slytherin survival. Draco wanted to cover his bases. Harry had told him the hat wanted to put him in Slytherin and he wanted Harry to be ready just in case.
“I want you to know, that I will be your friend no matter what house you’re in. If you get sorted into Slytherin though, well that will be the hardest for you and I may not be able to protect you all the time. There are lots of people whose parents went to jail after you killed Voldemort. They may want to hurt you. I think it would be best if you tried to get sorted elsewhere.”
Harry frowned and Draco remembered that they boy was still just 11.
“But I want to be with you.”
Draco swallowed past the lump of emotion and smiled.
“I know.” He cleared his throat and repeated it in a stronger voice, even though Harry had caught it. “I know, but everyone expects you to be this Gryffindor Golden boy and if your not then they will watch you closer. Rule number two, your lie should be one that makes you the least suspect. Be who they expect you to be on the outside and they will ignore you.”
Harry frowned in concentration.
“You seem to know a lot about this.” There was that piercing look again.
“Yea, I uh. I’ve lived a life hiding what I truly feel from my family.” Draco knew that Harry would be able to relate but tried not to make it obvious.
“Yea, I know what you mean. My family doesn’t like me either and so I try to stay out of their way.”
Draco nodded and tried to erase the tension from the boy by not pressing.
“You stay out of their way by being what they expect right?” Harry nodded.
“That’s what I mean. I’m just putting it into words.”
Harry nodded again, more determined.
“So you think I should get sorted into Gryffindor so no one will suspect me?” Draco nodded.
“Yea, I’m going to try and get into Ravenclaw…”
“But won’t everyone expect you to be in Slytherin?”
Draco smiled; Harry was already turning his rules against him. “Yea but Ravenclaw is the next best. If I’m a Slytherin then we can’t be friends. I will deal with this to be your friend.”
Harry blushed and smiled at his lap. Draco moved closer and tentatively pulled him into a one armed hug. Harry tensed into it but soon relaxed.
“I’ve never had a friend before.” Draco whispered. “I don’t want to loose you.”
Harry hugged him back and Draco nearly burst with repressed emotions.
They flew apart when an emotionally compromised Neville Longbottom shuffled into their compartment.
“They….sob…said shiffle… that my toad was in here.”
Draco blinked in shock but Harry took care of the boy.
“Yea, there’s one left, is this yours?”
“Trevor!” Longbottom pulled the toad to his chest and sat down, overcome at last by his emotions.
Harry glanced at Draco in astonishment but Draco only shrugged. Neither life had prepared him to deal with an emotional Longbottom.
“Um its okay, you have him now.” Harry tried, putting a hand on the other boy’s knee.
“Yea…I’m sorry…I’m such a putts..Everyone made fun..and…and.” He sobbed and Harry’s green eyes pleaded up at Draco.
“Well listen up. Um. You can stay here until you calm down.” Bugger. Draco hadn’t really meant to invite the blubbering boy to their private time. But then he remembered the plan and decided that Longbottom was an acceptable friend for Harry and that this fell into those plans nicely.
“Thanks” the boy whispered.
Harry and Draco started on an unassuming conversation about what the classes could be about and after a few minutes Longbottom hesitantly joined them.
When the boy stopped crying Harry introduced himself. Draco noticed Harry’s relief that the boy had not glanced at his scar and simply accepted his name. Draco privately thought it was because Longbottom was too stupid to recognize the name but left it alone.
“I’m Draco Malfoy.”
His name garnered more reaction from the boy then Harry’s did and it ended up Harry defending him.
“Hey, don’t be like that. Draco is my friend. My first friend and you shouldn’t assume. You were just crying because of other people assuming.”
Longbottom swallowed and then nodded and held out his shaking and snot covered hand, determined.
Draco whipped out his wand and scourgified it before shaking it.
“Sorry abb..bout that. Hey do you t’think …maybe you could..um..show me some spells? I don’t know any because no one would show me and…”
Draco was fascinated by the way Longbottom shifted between stuttering and blabbering so Harry answered.
”Well sure, but we’re still learning too. I mean I was just trying to get your toad and I got all of them.” He laughed and Longbottom joined in tentatively. Draco rolled his eyes.
“Yes, yes, well bring out your wand. I think the easiest spell is Lumos. He flipped the tip of his wand lightly and it lit up with a small light. Both Longbottom and Harry copied him and though they both got it on the first try (it wasn’t a difficult spell) Harry’s nearly blinded them with its intensity.
“You’re trying to hard. Just a small flick and don’t push from your stomach, just let it happen.”
Harry tried it again and an acceptable light glowed from the tip of his wand. Draco was rather proud of them.
“See now Longbottom, you cast a spell and now no one can tell you you’re not a wizard.”
The blubbering boy beamed at him and some how Draco felt a slight warmth from it; though that could have been the look of appreciation from Harry.

An: Draco will be comeplety oc to Harry and those Harry make him, he is still the precosious brat we all know and love.
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