I was thinking about what to do next. I decided I would go back to the cliche list. You know what I mean. Harry has a twin brother. Harry goes to Slytherin. Harry has Snape as his mentor. Then I thought about Draco.

I like writing about Draco.

I also tend to write crossovers. I decided to give this one a try so I'm throwing in the Doctor as well. But not quite. He's a seventh year by the name of John Smith. Which makes me wonder. Are there any stories where the Doctor has a twin brother?

It's times like this that I wished I did own the rights to any of these people/places/ franchises.

-HiBob


Chapter One: What Do You Know About Dragon?


What do you know about dragons?

I know two facts about dragons. They live in preserves. My name means dragon in Latin. A third fact: Dragon marmalade is not made with slices of dragon peels. Mother lied to me about that when I was four and I believed her until Vincent Crabbe asked me if I was stupid.

I should have said yes.

The truth is that I knew who I was. I knew what was expected of me. If I did any less, I would not be worthy of the name of Malfoy. On that day, September the First, I was exactly what I was supposed to be for a wizard who was eleven. Richly dressed. Well groomed. Exuding superiority just shy of arrogance. Walking briskly, confidently, through Kings Cross Station. Everyone who saw me saw all this.

Except one.

Except one girl.

One stupid Mudblood girl slightly older than I was. She saw me and did not notice my superiority. That was my downfall. She noticed my grooming. She thought I was cute.

That memory always makes me smile when I think of Hermione refusing to marry me. Not that I asked her to marry me. I only said that I should be the one asking her to marry me. And she did refuse to marry me because I wasn't asking her to.

That part didn't happen until later. Much later.


Hermione Jane Granger tried to remain calm while she led her parents through Kings Cross Station. The truth was that she wasn't sure exactly which column to walk through and she didn't want to search through her trunk for her notebook. As she confidently brushed back her bushy hair, her mother asked if she was sure of her directions. She had brushed her hair back at least three times in as many minutes.

"It's nothing, Mum," Hermione said slowly. She noticed a family slowing at the second column forward from where she was. She noticed the boy. Blond, confident, rich, blond, a wonderful oval face. And he was also blond. She confidently brushed her hair back with her hand. Twice. Her mother noticed the reason. Both reasons.

"We'll let them go first," Mum said. She added casually, "Their boy, he looks a little like that actor you like."

"He's cuter." Hermione said. As the words came out, the blood drained from her face. It returned full force a moment later.

"The other boy's nose was always too big in my opinion," Mum said. A second later, she commented that the blond boy and his parents had disappeared.

Hermione, very self-conscious now, edged toward the barrier that led to the magical train platform. Her first thought was what if the boy was there. But that didn't make things better or worse. She had tried to prepare herself for the world of magic. Once she passed through that barrier, she would literally be entering a new world. Would she be able to hold her own? Would being smart even matter?

"Nervous, Hermione?" her father asked as they neared the column. He spoke her worst fear. "It's the great unknown, up ahead." Then he said the one thing that guaranteed she would cross the barrier with a smile. "At least the boys are up to standard."

"I love you, Dad," Hermione said cheerfully as she cast a quick glance back at him. Facing forward again, she led the way to Platform 9 3/4.

The three walked past the Hogwarts Express engine, admiring how clean and colourful it was. When they reached the third car, Hermione spotted an empty compartment. Her father helped her put her trunk up, whispering to her to have a wonderful time. Her mother was commenting on how her daughter was growing up too quickly. This was followed by the hugs and kisses. Her parents knew the last thing she wanted was a long goodbye. With a final admonition to stay out of trouble and to write often, they left her to do what they knew she wanted, to explore her new environment, and perhaps find a certain young boy and say hello.

As they walked away, Mister Granger commented that the boy had better be as smart as Hermione if he wanted their daughter to like him.

"She's only eleven, dear."

"Old enough to make a friend." He smiled at his wife as he squeezed her hand. "We both know that's how all things start."


Percy Weasley excused himself as soon as he could. The prefects were gathering in the first car. It would make him look good in the Head Boy's eyes if he was early. And he might have a chance to have a few words with Penelope Clearwater before the meeting started. It would be foolish but he wanted to tell her how sorry he was that they had no chance to get together over the summer holiday.

He was in luck. It was an open car, a club car, so he had a clear view of where everyone was. Penelope was there, and had deliberately saved a seat for him, the one next to her. Most of the other prefects were there, already, so that part of his plan didn't work out as well as he hoped. Jennifer Dorney, the Head Girl, did comment that she noticed he made it a point to spend time with his parents before boarding the train. She smiled at Penelope when she said that showed a good understanding of the importance of family. Penelope blushed slightly as she told Percy she had no idea why Jennifer would say such a thing.

"Right, then" John Smith, the head boy called out as the train made its departure. "Let's get all the work out of the way as quickly as possible. Our main task is to organize a schedule for patrolling the corridors." He quickly set the ground rules. "Monday through Friday, one prefect from each house is to patrol the corridors, paired with a prefect from one of the other houses. On weekends, we divide the days into four groups. That means that each prefect will have two patrols each week. Jennifer and I will take the late Sunday patrol. If anyone has a preference on who they want to be paired with, they should make it known as soon as I am done speaking. We'll get you sorted first." He smiled at Percy and Penelope as well as a couple of others. Anyone with special preferences, we'll take you next. As for the rest of you, we'll place you arbitrarily. You can trade off as needs be. Any questions? Any objections?

Percy was impressed. Within an hour, everyone had their schedule. John even smiled when he told Percy and Penelope they could be first to choose their times. When Penelope demurred, both John and Jennifer told them to take any two times. If they truly didn't care, they could trade if someone wanted those times. Everyone else still had to choose but two prefects were able to secure a booth in the rear of the car for a long private discussion.

They paused at one point, when John said he was going to walk the train to make sure there were no problems. Could he bring them something from the trolley?


Marcus Flint was blocking the hallway in the fifth car as best he could while he talked to the Slytherins in the compartment, Derrick and Bole, the beaters for the Quidditch team. He was letting them know that, since he was now captain, they would have a free hand. He was curious how much damage they could do with the bludgers and get away with. Both were saying it would be fun to find out. Occasionally, he would sneer at someone squeezing past him to get by.


Neville Longbottom was trying to be nice but the girl he was sharing the compartment with seemed to be self absorbed. Not that he minded. It meant that he all he had to do was listen and answer the occasional question. He had already disappointed her when he told her he had almost no magical ability. He was surprised when he was accepted into Hogwarts. He even had to admit he was enjoying himself. She was lecturing him, at least she seemed to be, but she was doing it in a way that let him know she meant well.

The girl, a muggleborn named Hermione, even proved she had a good heart when he made his first unsolicited response. He had put his hand down to pet his toad and found nothing but seat. A quick search told him the worst.

"Trevor's gone. I've lost him."

Hermione helped look, then went out into the corridor. She began knocking on other compartment doors without him having to ask. She questioned each occupant about a lost toad and had them promise to let her know if they found it.

It was at the fourth compartment, that the tall boy walked up. He was grinning.

"Hello, John Smith, Head Boy. What's all this about a missing toad?"

"Um, i-it's Trevor," Neville offered. ""He's gone missing."

"It must have hopped out before Neville closed the compartment door," Hermione explained. "And he wasn't in the corridor when we looked.

"He still isn't. Oh, and you are?" John asked. "I've already introduced myself and you introduced Neville."

Neville sheepishly raised his hand when John pointed at him. His shy smile became real as she laughed, amused by his action. This time, Hermione had the shy smile as she told John her name.

"Right, then," John said as he clapped his hands. "The first thing you have to understand about toads is that they are toads. There are two possibilities. Trevor hopped out of the compartment and was picked up, the most likely suspects being the Weasley twins. The other, and more likely, is that he hopped under the seats and is still in the compartment. Neville, you go back to your compartment and pull out the trunks. That's where he should be. I'll check with Fred and George, just to make sure they haven't found him."

Neville smiled. Pulling out the trunks was something he could manage. He paused as he noticed the look on Hermione's face. He knew she was bossy, in a nice way. She seemed grateful for the help and upset that she couldn't finish the task. Apparently, the Head Boy saw it to.

"Hermione," John asked, casually, "do you want to come with me. It might make the Weasleys feel guilty if they saw a sad first year girl crying because of what they did."

"I'm not crying," Hermione pointed out.

"I'll teach you on the way," John said. He turned and gave Neville a wink. "We'll check with the Trolley Lady, too. She may not have Trevor but she does have some excellent candy."

Neville went back to his compartment with a big smile. He had a task before him and, more importantly, he did not have a bossy girl (although she is nice about it) watching him.


Draco Malfoy was annoyed. He had specifically told Crabbe and Goyle to get him a compartment in the second car from the end. (The trolley lady had her storage in the last car, he had been told. She always came early and returned late enough to ask for customers a second time.) He was willing to wager that they had a compartment in the second car from the front end. He had waited until the trolley lady came before he decided to find his two friends. Now that he had eaten a pumpkin pastie, he was ready to walk the length of the train rather than spend the entire trip alone.

He reached the Trolley Lady two cars forward and decided that a licorice wand would be a good help in walking the rest of the train. He avoided a pair of ginger haired boys as they almost stepped on him coming out of their compartment. He guessed they were Weasleys. They only laughed at him when he sneered. He kept walking, trying not to be obvious that he had quickened his pace. They may be muggle lovers but they were also twice his size. Arrogance did not mean stupidity.

Draco opened the door into the next car, walked through and into what was the fifth car from the front. the one where Marcus Flint was blocking the hallway. They had met once at a party his father had given two Christmases ago. Flint did not impress Draco then and he didn't impress now. Draco gave a brusk, "excuse me" as he tried to push past the big oaf. The big oaf backed up, pushing him into the wall.

Angrily, Draco pulled himself past and began straightening his robes. "YOU IGNORANT . . ."

Flint pushed Draco forcefully so that the blond boy landed hard on his arse. "Watch your language, runt." He and his friends laughed as Draco picked himself up and threatened to tell his father. He angrily turned and stormed away. He heard Flint say how the weird little kid was going to tell his parents.

The door to the next car opened as Draco neared. He couldn't help but sneer angrily at the two people who walked through. A bushy-haired girl and an older boy wearing, Draco smiled as he recognized it, the badge of the Head Boy.

The girl was laughing as she stepped into the car. She stopped almost directly in front of Draco. Then she did something strange. She rushed out an apology for almost running into him. Halfway through the apology, she stopped, she smiled, she said hello, she frowned, all in less than a second. Then she asked a question.

"Did something happen?"

"Flint," the Head Boy's angry voice answered. "I think I'll have words with him. If you don't mind the delay, Hermione?"

Draco smiled at the remark. He noticed that Hermione smiled when he smiled. It was the same look Pansy Parkinson had at his birthday party when she said they should tell everyone they were dating. He grinned at the memory of her face when he said he'd rather date a house elf. He focused on the girl in front of him and saw she was now grinning as well. Inwardly, he was groaning. It was obvious she knew who he was. He looked up as John asked his name and the particulars of his encounter with Flint.

Draco briefly turned back to Hermione, still smiling, before he answered the Head Boy's question. This girl did not know who he was. That meant she liked him because she thought he was attractive. A half second later, the smile faded as he realized she did not know him because she was not a pureblood. Not that she would have noticed. He was already explaining how he'd been bullied.

Flint's voice was heard as Draco completed his short tale. "Look at that. Smith is here to take care of the little ones." Three Slytherins laughed.

John called out to Flint and told him to quit blocking the aisle. Flint told him to expletive off as they weren't at school, yet.


Fred and George walked slowly as they entered the next car, giving polite nods to friends as they walked by. They waited until the blond firsty went through the far doors. He had the look of snitch about him.

The boy gone, they walked to the far end where the loo was. Fred opened the door and announced it was empty. A third year Hufflepuff in a nearby compartment smiled at them and asked if there was going to be noise. George assured her that "no one will hear a thing." Fred added, cheerfully, "for at least five minutes." She smiled again and closed her compartment door.

A fifth year Ravenclaw walked by and gave them a half hearted "tsk, tsk" when he saw the rocket-shaped firework. He gave them a smile as he opened the door to the next compartment.


Marcus Flint was upset. Not only did that runt annoy him but now the head boy shows up and yells at him. He made an appropriate response and turned away.

Someone opened the doors between the cars and Marcus grinned. The Weasleys were about to pull one of their stunts. And, briefly, both car doors were open. As the twins went to light the fuse, Flint had his wand out.

"ACCIO FIREWORK."

The plan was simple. Flint would get the firework. He would be the one to light it., and he would aim it at that good for nothing John Smith. With luck, he would get the runt as well.

It worked beautifully. The firework came through the door of the other compartment before it closed. It barely missed the Ravenclaw boy who was walking through the door to this compartment. Then the plan took a bad turn. The firework ignited. As it was already heading toward him, the ignition caused the rocket to race forward at an excessive speed.

Flint ducked as the rocket barely missed his head. He looked up in time to see the firework explode.


Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were already fast friends. Ron was amazed to find out that the Boy-Who-Lived had no knowledge of magic, that he grew up as a muggle. That banished his initial awe, having to explain how he grew up in a magic household. As he pointed out how useless his rat, Scabbers was, he noticed something. Harry was smiling. A real smile. That was the true moment their friendship began.

They paused in their conversation when they heard someone shouting in the corridor. Out of curiosity, Ron stood up and opened the compartment door. As soon as it was open, he and Harry stared at the older boy, who was wearing a badge, and a boy and girl, both clearly first years like them. The three glanced at them.

The older boy looked down the corridor, fear filling his face. He shoved the other two into the compartment while shouting, "WATCH OUT."

Harry and Ron fell onto the seats on either side. The girl and boy landed on the floor. Bur Harry wasn't watching them. He was looking into the corridor. The older boy was standing there. It looked like a round spear had landed on the right side of his chest. Before the older boy could react, the spearhead exploded.

The older boy staggered and began to fall into the compartment. Ron yelled, "Harry," as he hurried to grab the girl off the floor and onto the seat next to him. Harry, already prone on his seat, pulled the blond boy up and on top of him.

The older boy collapsed and landed on the floor of the compartment.