Diclaimer: what would you do if I claimed to own the whole thing, huh? Yeah, sue my pants off.

So hi. Harry's trapped in one of those wormhole thingies where you repeat a period of your life. This time, its one day over and over again. But why? There's always a reason, isn't there? He's got to find that out, hasn't he? So warning is its *slash*, but like I've said before, slash is everwhere, so just close your eyes if you have a problem, 'k? So, read on and reviews appreciated.

Harry had never a worse day in his life. Yesterday he'd woken up late and almost didn't make it to potions in time - and the only reason he actually was woken was Seamus leering over him with a bucket of freezing cold water.

Then had had Care of Magical creatures after that, and been verbally abused by a talking ferret (not Malfoy, [a/n Malfoy rocks, sorry] this time, but a Jarvey. Lunch had not been an improvement, and then followed by a disastrous Transfiguration lesson.

It was no wonder Harry Potter did not want to wake up.

'Shift it, Harry!' a very unwelcome voice screamed.

Harry did not shift it.

'Move your lazy arse, Harry!' Seamus screamed again.

A quick cold wet rush of something soaked him through.

'SEAMUS!' Harry gasped sitting up and panting for breath.

Harry scrambled out of bed.

'DOESN'T IT EVER GET OLD FOR YOU?!' he screamed and stomped off to the bathrooms for a quick warm shower, despite the time, and change his soaking clothes.

'Huh?' asked Ron in Harry's absence.

Seamus shrugged. 'He must have heard about Lavender.'

'You got into the girls dorm?'

'No, she was sleeping a sofa with Dean.'

'Ah.'

*~*~*

'Come on Harry!' Ron shouted through the bathroom door. He continued banging on it until Harry opened up.

'WHAT?!'

'Uh...' said Ron in a small voice. 'We'll be late for class.'

'Well come on, then!' he snapped.

Ron and Seamus exchanged Harry's-finally-lost-it looks, but the red head followed suit.

'Harry!' said Hermione, sitting in the exact same seat as yesterday. Her astronomy homework was lying on her lap. It didn't look like she'd got any further than yesterday.

'What?' he snapped. 'I thought we were going to be late?'

Hermione checked her watch. 'Oh my God we are! Hurry up, then.'

It seemed Hermione was making a habit of it. She did the exact same thing yesterday.

'Hey guys!' Harry shouted. 'Transfiguration's this way!'

Hermione frowned.

'It's potions, Harry.'

'No it isn't!'

'I think you're losing it, mate. C'mon, or Snape'll have our heads.'

'What?' said Harry, wildly swinging his head from side to side in search of support. 'No, its Transfiguration.'

Ron and Hermione took both his arms and dragged him to the dungeons. A frantic feeling of helplessness welled up inside of him. They always had Transfiguration on a Tuesday!

How had potions come around so quickly?

But, as luck would have it, Ron and Hermione were right, and they cut it very fine as the bell went. Ron was not in Snape's OWL potions class.

They took their seats in the places they had sat in yesterday. Furthest away from the Slytherin's as possible.

Malfoy was studying his timetable, continuously rotating it and frowning, and Blaise Zabini was flirting with Pansy Parkinson. Millicent Bulstrode was picking a fight with Goyle.

'Settle down, settle down!' ordered Snape, like he did at the beginning of every lesson.

'Today we'll be concocting a Polyjuice potion-'

'-But we did this yesterday-!'

'Shush, Harry.'

'Mr Potter!' said Snape coldly. 'Five points from Gryffindor! You are not kind enough to present an appropriate appearance by brushing your hair, but at least pay attention! What is the use of the Polyjuice potion?'

Hermione's hand shot up.

Harry frowned. Snape had asked him this last lesson, and he'd answered correctly.

'Uh, to ah, change ones... appearance.'

Snape looked as if he wasn't even listening. But that was only because Harry happened to be correct. Again.

'I hope you've correctly prepared your potion ingredients over the past months, or you will fail this assignment. I have assigned you partners.' He motioned to the board. 'Begin!'

Harry didn't have to look at the board to know he was with Malfoy. He had been last lesson. This might be a quick run through. Wait!

He'd used all his ingredients up yesterday!

Harry threw his bag into a chair. Maybe he had some stuff left over.

He unzipped it slowly, reavealing full containers like when he'd - well, Hermione - had packed them. (He couldn't seem to make them all fit).

And everthing... seemed to be there.

He didn't know what was going on, but silently placed his ingredients on the table, just like he had done yesterday, and turned tell Malfoy to pass him a knife. Like yesterday.

'Knife, Potter?' asked Malfoy, holding it up when Harry had only just opened his mouth. Harry nodded, mouth still open. Huh?

Malfoy still looked like his blond self, but wore a look of haughty enlightenment. Could Malfoy read his mind?

'Yes Potter, I know you want me to pass you the lace wing flies. I'm not your bloody slave.'

'What?' gasped Harry. And then he felt stupid for gasping. That's exactly what he was going to do...

Malfoy smirked at him, and slowly pried the knife from Harry's hand letting his skin prickle.

'Work, Potter! What are you doing?'

***

'Weasley,' Malfoy said maliciously as they arrived at Care of Magical Creatures, 'I know you were going to make some stupid comment on how I resemble that Jarvey over there. Just so you know, you better listen to what its saying about you.'

Ron turned opened mouthed to Harry.

'HOW DID HE KNOW THAT?'

'Know what?' said Hermione gently.

'What I was going to say! I'm not that predictable, am I?'

Harry frowned as he listened to Hagrid explain they were doing the exact same lesson and Hermione console Ron. It was the second time today he felt so distressed he could probably sit there and sob. Didn't they learn about Jarvey's yesterday too?

***

'Shift it Harry!' a very unwelcome voice screamed.

Harry did not shift it.

'Move your lazy arse, Harry!' Seamus screamed again.

A quick cold wet rush of something soaked him through.

'NOT AGAIN!' Harry shrieked and punched Seamus in the stomach. Lucky for Seamus, people don't tend to be able to punch too hard when they're severely disorientated.

Harry stormed off to the bathrooms.

'Huh?' asked Ron in Harry's absence.

Seamus shrugged. 'He must have heard about Lavender.'

'You got into the girls dorm?'

'No, she was sleeping a sofa with Dean.'

'Ah.'

*~*~*

'Come on Harry!' Ron shouted through the bathroom door. He continued banging on it until Harry opened up.

'WHAT?!'

'Uh...' said Ron in a small voice. 'We'll be late for class.'

'Ron,' Harry breathed, 'what have we got next?'

'Well, you and 'Mione have double po-'

That was followed by the most colourful swearing he'd ever heard Harry use. Harry slammed the door in his face.

'HARRY!' Ron called again. 'No one likes potions! But-'

Ron congratulated himself prematurely as Harry burst out of the bathroom. Instead of stopping he ran still slightly wet but dressed down to the common room.

Ron and Seamus exchanged Harry's-finally-lost-it looks, but the red head followed suit.

'Harry!' said Hermione, sitting in the exact same seat as yesterday. Her astronomy homework was lying on her lap. It didn't look like she'd got any further than yesterday. Or the same yesterday before that.

Harry was ready to cry.

'Hermione!' he gasped. Harry squeezed his eyes shut. 'We're late, aren't we?'

Hermione checked her watch. 'Oh my God we are! Hurry up, both of you!'

Harry was screaming inside. NO!

He burst out of the portrait hole, letting an indignant fat lady hit the wall.

He had to find Malfoy. Because that good-looking boy knew. He knew something.

woo. I don't know if that was okay, but reviews appreciated.