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Draco Malfoy tapped the wooden stirring spoon against the side of the small cauldron and sat back against his pack as the sun slowly rose over the moors. Unconsciously he slowly rubbed his left forearm and his disheveled blond hair fell into his eyes as he looked at the sleeping figure not 3 feet away from him. Harry Potter was probably as dirty as he was, if not worse, but this morning he slept soundly with a slight smile on his face.

"Lucky. At least he can sleep," Draco muttered under his breath but was happy for his friend. It had been weeks since either man had gotten a proper night's sleep and Draco hadn't slept for the past two days. He slowly moved over to the fire to stir the stew and check on the bubbling potion. He pulled out the tattered book and checked the instructions one more time.

"Is it alright?" the concerned voice made Draco jump and looked over to see Harry stretch and rub the sleep out of his eyes as he watched Draco hunch over the book.

"Yeah, I added the last ingredient at around 3:30. It will be ready at noon," Draco answered as he ladled the bubbling stew into the two bowls sitting by the fire. He handed one to Harry, along with a spoon, and started eating his own stew.

"You didn't sleep last night," it was a statement, not a question; Harry knew him too well.

"Could you?" Draco whispered as the tears welled in his eyes. Again he touched his left forearm and twirled his wedding band around his left ring finger with his thumb.

"I couldn't sleep for a week the first two years. You and…I finally agreed to take a sleeping potion. You remember," Harry told him and Draco nodded as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm ruining your day," Draco tried to joke but Harry didn't smile, "Oh come on, I had my day yesterday now you get your day today," Draco picked up his spoon and shoveled a bite into his mouth.

"Are you sure? I might actually be happy today," Harry darkly joked as he started eating again too.

"That will be something to marvel at. We haven't been happy in years," Draco slightly smiled but the dark memory washed over him again leaving him breathless.

"You want to know something?" Harry told him and Draco nodded at the life line his friend was throwing him, "I had a good dream last night," Draco looked up and nodded.

"You were smiling before you woke," Draco told him, "What was the dream about?"

"My aunt and uncle," Harry said and Draco stared but it was only a few seconds before Harry started grinning. Draco picked up a small pebble and threw it but Harry deflected it easily, "No it was just…we were all at a picnic it looked like. Everyone was there and we were just having fun," Harry told the truth and a dreamy look came over his face.

"I don't need to hear the details if it gets nasty," Draco joked and Harry laughed. They finished their stew as they watched the sun climb across the sky and the fog roll off the moors. They set their bowls aside and both lay back against their cloaks.

"So today," Harry finally said, "Today at noon."

"Yeah, unreal to think about isn't it?" Draco asked and Harry nodded.

"Have you thought about it?" Harry asked.

"I want to be in Gryffindor. I don't care if the stupid hat hexes me, I want to be in Gryffindor," Draco said with certain finality in his voice. Harry sighed.

"You know you're changing history that way? You're supposed to be in Slytherin," Harry argued, he knew it wouldn't do any good but it passed the time.

"Hermione should have been in Ravenclaw and you should have been in Slytherin also. You both choose to go into Gryffindor so why can't I?" Draco countered and he sat up and looked at Harry, "I'm going back to my eleven year-old self but I won't be eleven, I'll be a twenty three year-old in an eleven year-old's body. You can't honestly believe that if I were sorted now I would be placed in Slytherin. I know…"

"That isn't the point. If you were sorted right now you would be sorted into Gryffindor, maybe Ravenclaw, but you can't change the past. We have to keep things the way they were," Harry sat up and stared down his friend. Draco didn't want to be in Slytherin after they decided to make the potion but Harry had been adamant that he stay in Slytherin to not raise any suspicion.

"Aren't we going back to change everything anyway? What's wrong with me wanting to be in the same house as her?" Draco asked softly as he pulled up some of the grass they were laying on. They had fought about this before and now that they only had a few hours before they made the trip they had to agree on something, "I just need to be near her," he looked at Harry who was shaking his head, not against the decision but in defeat.

"You do realize just because you're in the same house doesn't mean anything will change?" Harry said as he lay back down. He heard Draco lay down too and turned on his side to look at him.

"I know but I'll be close to her, that's what matters," Draco said with finality before getting up to check his bag, "Do you have all your stuff packed?" he asked as he pulled everything from his pack and took inventory.

"I'm not bringing much with me, I really don't care about most of this stuff," Harry said as he pulled things from his pack too. He set aside the simple first-aid kit he had nicked from a hospital, the old blanket that he had grabbed from the dormitory before the fight began, and sat the worn box from the bottom of the pack on his lap.

"You're really taking those with you? What if she finds them?" Draco asked as he scooted over to look at the pictures Harry was holding, "Can I have that one?" he asked suddenly as Harry picked one up that held Draco and Ginny on their wedding day.

"Yeah," Harry said as he handed him the photo. Draco kissed it softly before placing it gently in his breast pocket. He turned back to see what other pictures Harry had when he saw him looking at a picture of Harry and Hermione at his wedding. It was a candid picture of just them; he was standing behind her with his hands resting on her stomach. She had placed her hands on his and they were smiling softly at each other, neither knowing the photo was being taken.

"That's a good picture," Draco said and Harry nodded and turned to look at Draco and he was surprised to see tears streaming down Harry's face.

"This is my favorite one," Harry said thickly as he looked back at the picture, the happy couple kissing and then looking at each other while Harry's hand made a slow circle over Hermione's stomach.

"That was a better time," Draco said but Harry shook his head.

"That's not it. I didn't even know this was taken until we developed the film. I haven't looked at it in years," Harry whispered.

"What's so special about it?" Draco asked interested as he sat next to Harry. Harry looked at him with watery eyes and a slight smile; it all clicked.

"No," Draco mouthed and Harry nodded, "How far along…?"

"6 weeks when the picture was taken and 4 months when she was killed," Harry choked out. They had never told anyone Hermione was pregnant, they had decided to wait but they had never gotten around to telling their friends.

"I'm so sorry," Draco said as he hugged Harry. They sat there, Draco comforting Harry who started sobbing, "You're getting her back, remember that. You lost her 3 years ago but you're getting a second chance to have everything again. A second chance to do everything right, never forget that," Draco whispered.

"We already had the names picked out when he killed her. If it was a boy we would have named him Peter James and if it was a girl we would have named her Hannah Lily. You know they would be turning 4 right now?" Harry spoke after a while, silent tears running down his face.

"Those are pretty names. Ginny and I weren't together long enough but we always wanted kids, you and Hermione were lucky to have been together so long," Draco lamented.

"I'm just fortunate Hermione even looked at me. I'd loved her since 5th year but she was infatuated with Ron. I'm lucky she choose me," Harry smiled at the memory.

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"Hermione, can I talk with you for a second?" Harry asked his best friend. They had all just left dinner and were heading towards the common room.

"Sure," she told him. They walked out by the Black Lake, Hermione leaned against the tree they normally sat under on good days, "What's this about?"

"Hermione I have something to tell you," Harry started. She made to speak but he held his hand up, "Let me finish. I've been doing a lot of thinking…well, more than normal. I can't think of any other way to say it so I'm just going to say it. I love you. I don't like you or even fancy you, I truly love you and I am in love with you. I've loved you for years and I couldn't live one more day without you knowing," Harry found himself standing inches away from Hermione; she was all he could see.

"Oh Harry," she breathed and without thinking he kissed her. He captured her lips with his and rested his right hand on her left shoulder. A second later he broke away and hovered above her before he totally pulled back and hung his head.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. Just forget everything I said, let's go back inside," Harry moved away from her. How could he have been so stupid? Of course she didn't feel the same way about him, he was being delusional. As he entered the castle he didn't turn around to see the tear-stricken Hermione running after him. Harry took the long way towards the Gryffindor common room; it took him 15 minutes to get to the picture of the Fat Lady.

"What are you doing here?" he asked surprised as he saw Hermione jump up off the floor.

"I took some short cuts. You didn't let me say anything," she answered him as they moved closer until they were face to face.

"Listen Hermione, just forget everything I said. I wasn't thinking and I was…" but Harry never got to finish his thought because Hermione closed the gap between them and pulled his head to hers.

"You didn't let me finish. I love you too," Hermione said as she broke away and looked Harry in the eyes.

"You love me?" Harry asked dazed and she nodded, taking his hand in hers.

"Yes, you sound so shocked," Hermione joked. Harry slowly reached up and touched her face, making sure this wasn't a dream.

"I never thought…" Harry began but couldn't finish, he was in awe.

"How about not thinking so much, it gets you in trouble," Hermione smiled and kissed the palm of his hand.

"I promise, no more thinking," Harry joked as the walked through the portrait hole hand in hand.

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"Luck had nothing to do with it. Everyone was just waiting for you two to finally see past friendship and get together. Hermione choose you, if anyone's lucky it's me." Draco told his friend.

"Don't ever forget Ginny choose you also, against her family's wishes. She'll choose you again and she might even choose you earlier if you are in Gryffindor," Harry said as he put the pictures in the small drawstring bag he had made.

"That's what I'm hoping for," Draco said as he was also filling a small drawstring bag. The potion allowed the time travelers to carry things back in time as long as they were on the time traveler. They had both wanted to take their wands, invisibility cloaks, wedding rings, some pictures, and each had one of the mirrors that Sirius had given Harry at the end of 5th year. Hermione had found a way to repair the one he had broken and found its mate, those mirrors had saved their lives more than once.

"What time is it?" Harry asked as he placed the drawstring bag around his neck. He looked at his possessions scattered around him; at one time they were all he had but now everything that was most precious and sacred to him were around his neck.

"Almost time. We're going back on July 29, 1991 right? That gives us two days before you turn 11 and Hagrid comes to collect you," Draco asked and Harry nodded. To make the potion work, each traveler had to write the date on a piece of parchment, burn it and then drop the ashes in the cup before drinking it. Harry carefully ladled out the potion into their cups and Draco handed him the parchment and quill. In his best handwriting, Harry wrote the date on the piece of parchment, burned it and held the ashes in his hand.

"Remember; when you get there call me. We'll arrive at midnight and we should wake up, apparently the travel is shocking to the soul but some do sleep though it," Harry reminded Draco as he watched the minute hand tick closer to its destination.

"And I'm coming over after Diagon Ally right?" Draco made sure and Harry nodded.

"As long as you don't mind horrible food and sleeping in my closet…are you sure you want to spend the time at my house?" Harry asked.

"I can't be in the same house with my father, let alone the same room, after what he did," Draco answered looking Harry dead in the eye.

"Well my room is yours. Are you ready?" Harry asked as it turned a minute to noon. Draco nodded and they carefully added the ashes to the drink which instantly glowed golden before turning clear.

"I'll see you soon," Draco said and as both men's watches stroked noon they drank deeply, empting their cups. Before their bodies hit the ground and disappeared, each man's soul traveled 13 years back in time and landed in their eleven year-old bodies.

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"Harry, Harry are you there?" Draco whispered into the mirror. When he opened his eyes he saw the waning moon shining in his window and saw his alarm clock tick to 12:00:01. He threw his comforter off and stood in front of his full length mirror and staring back at him was his eleven-year old self.

"It worked! It worked! It worked!" Draco sang to himself as he turned in a victorious circle, pumping his fists in the air. When he turned back to examine himself further he saw the tattered drawstring bag around his neck. Quickly, he tore the bag off his neck and spilled the contents on his bed. He picked up the mirror and clearly spoke Harry's name but nothing happened. He tried again but he still couldn't see anything.

"Are you there? Harry answer me!" Draco spoke a little louder but nothing happened. He didn't want to do it but if he had to he would Apperate to make sure Harry was back.

"Are you trying to wake my aunt and uncle?" came Harry's strangled voice and relief washed over Draco.

"You weren't answering!" Draco defended as Harry's face came into view.

"Well, I'm in Dudley's second bedroom but I forgot about all the junk that he had. I turned and was buried in old comic books. Is everything okay on your end?" Harry asked and Draco nodded.

"How about you? It sounds like everything is normal," Draco said and Harry nodded.

"Everything is fine here. I'll see you in two days. And Draco," Harry added seriously as Draco turned away, "Don't kill your father."

"I plan on staying away from him. Good night Harry," Draco said as he laid the mirror back in the bag and placed it under his bed. He took out his wedding bands and placed them on a decorative leather cord he had hanging over his bed. He tied a knot and slipped it over his head, pulling the two ends closer until the necklace was more of a choker. Turning over in his bed, he quickly fell into a deep and dreamless asleep with his hand around his wife's wedding ring.

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"Don't kill your father," Harry added seriously as he saw his friend turn away.

"I plan on stay away from him. Good night Harry," Draco said as he laid his mirror down. Harry placed his mirror back in his bag and placed the entire bag under the loose floorboard in his room. Sitting up he examined the room around him and the junk that was piling so high he couldn't see the window.

"I'll deal with it in the morning," Harry muttered to himself as he slipped in between his sheets. He remembered how lumpy this mattress was when he first slept on it but now, after years of sleeping on the ground, the mattress felt a step away from paradise, "Good night Hermione Granger, I love you," Harry whispered in the direction of her house and within minutes he joined his fellow time traveler in a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Review please! This was a story that was inspired by Time Crash, a fic by AnkouBlake. Just tell me what you think!

Now that I'm back in school I promise all my stories will be updated within this week and my new story will be up too. I have a lot of free time at school…yeah.