summary: Harry couldn't believe his eyes, there infront of him were, not one, but two Draco Malfoy's. Surely this was a dream, no, nightmare? H/D. AUtwist!fic.

A/N: I've come accross a few fics sort of like this one but none of them are complete and i find the plot origginal and brilliant. why not make one myself? i promise not to abanon it :) hehe.

Twilight had fallen across the vast acres of land surrounding Hogwarts and the whole of Great Britain, darkness encasing the highlands.

Harry Potter sat contemplatively beneath a tawny oak tree, grateful for the rare bit of peace the outdoors was giving him. He found he was beginning to enjoy the few moments of alone time more and more. Don't get him wrong, Harry loved his friends but sometimes he just liked, needed, to be on his own.

After all, he had lived almost 11 years of his life alone. Sure, he had lived with the Dursley's but did that really count? It wasn't like they payed him any attention unless it was to order him around. They wouldn't actually talk to him like most people would to a nephew. Harry didn't think they'd ever ask something as trivial as how his day was after primary school.

Harry closed his eyes, he did not want to think about his childhood. It didn't exactly hold any fond memories.

He had a lot on his plate too, more so recently. The upcoming NEWT examinations, many pieces of coursework to be handed in, his failing relationship with Ginny along with all the other problem's normal teenagers get except...

Oh yeah, he had a mass murderer after him to boot. Most teenagers didn't have to worry about that.

Harry sighed, leaning further into the tree behind him. It wasn't particularly comfortable, not with all the uneven pieces of bark digging into his back, but he couldn't bring himself to move. That was too much effort at the moment.

He found his gaze lingering lazily on the gentle sway of the lakes waves. Back and forth, back and forth.

It was quite mesmerizing, so mesmerizing in fact that Harry could feel his eyes getting heavy... Maybe he could rest his eyes for a bit...

No, as tempting as it was he knew he'd be discovered by one of the prefect's, probably Draco Malfoy knowing his luck. The git would take sadistic pleasure in taking points from Gryffindor and ratting on him to Snape. No he wasn't going to stay here any longer.

Hauling his tired body to his feet, he walked heavily, yet semi-briskly, away from the lake and towards the back entrance of Hogwarts. The thought of climbing all those staircases to Gryffindor Tower was already wearing him out.

Harry glanced at his wrist watch wondering what time it was and was mildly surprised to see it was quarter to eleven.

Wow, I was out there a lot longer than i thought.

Cursing himself for not even thinking to bring his invisibility cloak, he prayed he wouldn't bump into a teacher or prefect on the way. He'd use a few short cuts to minimise his chances when he'd reach the castle.

Just as he reached the heavily shadowed courtyard, he noticed a slender figure not too far ahead, moonlight bouncing off a pale blond head-

Wait, pale *blonde* head? That meant...

Great.

Maybe he hadn't seen him? Maybe if he turned around and crept quietly away unnoticed he wouldn't get caught.

Just as Harry was about to turn around and bolt in the other direction-

"Harry Potter!"

Fuck.

His.

Life.

Harry turned his head and wasn't surprised to see Draco Malfoy's familiar silhouette billowing towards him.

"Fine." Harry said defeated, tempted to throw his hands up in mock-surrender but really couldn't summon the strength. "Fine. You got me. What is it going to be this time? A detention? 1000 points off Gryffindor?"

Malfoy gave him a queer look, raising an eyebrow at him before he glared, boring grey eyes into his own.

"Very funny." Malfoy said deadpanned. "So, what do you have to say for yourself?" He folded his arms across his chest defensivley.

He stared at the other boy, finding the tone of Malfoy's voice rather odd.

Dissmissing his thoughts, Harry shrugged nonchalantly. He really didn't have anything to say for himself... He was out after hours, it was rather self explanatory really.

Trust Malfoy to be so bloody patronising.

"What, nothing to say at all?" His voice had hardened, and if looks could kill... Harry was beginning to wonder what crawled up the git's arse and died, he seems touchier than usual.

And anyway, shouldn't he be pleased at catching Harry? He knew all about how much Malfoy loved getting him into trouble...

But still, rather unusual really.

"What do you expect me to say, Malfoy?" Was Harry's reply as he shoved his hands into his pockets. It really was starting to get a bit chilly outside.

"Malfoy?" The other boy repeated aghast, eyes widening slightly. "Oh so it's like that is it?" If possible, Malfoy's glare intensified and he looked determined. "Well let me tell you this Potter," He spat his surname as if it was nothing more than dirt on his shoe. "You can just fuck. Off."

Er-

Harry couldn't work it out, but something about the way Malfoy spat his words was just not right. He seemed... offended.

"With pleas-" Harry cut himself off, something unusual catching his eye.

Was that...

...Ravenclaw robes?

Harry blinked.

Nope, they were definitley not Slytherin robes.

"Malfoy, why the hell are you wearing Ravenclaw robes? Some idea of a joke is it?"

Malfoy flicked his eyes down at his robes unconsciously then gave Harry a strange look, knitting his eyebrow's together.

"What robes did you expect me to wear, Slytherin?" He laughed.

Well yeah actually.

"And don't think I don't know what you're doing, well it's not going to work, your not being let off about this." Malfoy continued, diverting Harry's attention momentarily.

"Wouldn't dream of it Malfoy but would you please hurry up, I do have better things to do believe it or not."

Harry felt triumphant as Malfoy began gaping at him.

"I- You- I can't-!"

SMACK.

Harry felt himself swaying backwards.

Malfoy punched him. Hard. Almost breaking his glasses too.

...What the fuck?

Did he miss something, or did he actually do something to deserve that punch?

And Malfoy was deceivingly stronger than his skinny frame let off.

"Ouch, bloody hell Malfoy!" Harry winced as he touched the bridge of his nose. "What was that-?"

"Just shut the fuck up will you! Go to fucking hell. Don't come near me again." And with that, Malfoy directed a scathing look at Harry before stomping off into the clocktower.

The weird thing was...

Malfoy looked... hurt?

Bringing a hand to his bloody nose, he wondered what exactly just happened.

And why in ruddy hell was Malfoy wearing Ravenclaw robes?

TADDA!

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Chapter 2: Draco comes across Harry Potter being smothered by... himself?