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An: Plot wouldn't let go of me.

Warning: Bad grammar. English isn't my first language and I always seem to have trouble with past tense, shift tense and well, grammar in general. Oh well. Just a slight of shounen ai, but not really.

Summary: After that fateful night in the tower, Draco Malfoy finds himself being given another chance. Through Usagi Tsukino.


Through blue eyes


I

"You are not a killer, Draco."

Those words... those soft-spoken and understanding words, undid him as he stood there, wand poised and shoulders trembling. His gray eyes couldn't help themselves from nervously darting around the room; as if looking for an escape. And Merlin help him if the thought didn't cross his mind.

He could leave. He could grab his mother and they could go somewhere, anywhere, any other place where the Dark Lord couldn't find them. The Malfoy family owned several villas in different countries. If he left right now there might still be some time to get his mother to one of them safely. If he was lucky, maybe his father as well.

"I can offer you protection. You and your parents."

The offer was tempting. So tempting, but Draco would have to be blind not to see the way Dumbledore had trouble holding himself straight. The headmaster was pale and gaunt. Beads of sweat traced a path from the elderly wizard's forehead into his beard and even his hat seem to droop in exhaustion. But his eyes, the same blue eyes that had always welcome him back every year since he was eleven, looked calm and strong.

Draco slowly began to lower his wand.

Suddenly, his left arm began to throb and burn, as if it knew what he was thinking, and was warning him. Draco began to laugh shrilly. His voice reached a high fevered pitch as his wand jerked back up. The thought of an escape was sweet for the several moments it lasted, but he had been fooling himself.

No matter how hard, fast, or far Draco ran, the Dark Lord would always know where to find him.

And the Dark lord didn't deal well with traitors if Regulus was anything to go by.

The image of his mother lying dead by his feet was enough of a motivation for his lips to regretfully form the words.

"Ava-Avada-"

The door to the tower burst opened.

The next few moments flew by in a blur. Several Deatheaters had stormed into the tower, jeering as they mocked the weaken headmaster. Greyback arrived, bringing with him the scent of fresh blood. Then Professor Snape was there, face blank as he cast the killing curse.

Then, as if someone had taken a time turner and fast forward him, Draco suddenly found himself outside the castle with Professor Snape's tight grip on his collar.

All around him, he watched in a daze as his classmates fought the Deatheaters.

"Hurry," Snape ordered.

They race across the field as Potter's curse flew overhead, barely missing them.

Draco tripped.

The last thing he saw, before it went dark, was Professor Snape reaching out a hand.

II

"Wake up or you're going to be late," a prim voice told him. Something heavy jumped onto his chest, waking him up with a jolt.

Disoriented, Draco could only stare into the blue eyes of the black kitten, who was watching him with a concern expression.

"Professor Mcgonagall?" he whispered.

The cat roll her eyes. "Honestly, are you still asleep? Wake up or you're going to be late again."

The cat jump off onto the floor. She looked impatient. "Well? Come on then. Out of bed."

Draco eyed the cat wearily. Swinging his leg from underneath the cover, he was horrified to see his legs clad in a pink frilly pajama bottom.

"What am I wearing?" he cried out. He jump to his feet and began patting himself down. He was terrified to see the lacy top covering the two mounds on his chest. He caught sight of his reflection on the vanity mirror. With shaking hands, he reached up and touched the soft skin of an unfamiliar face of a pale girl, who trembled in shock.

Draco slumped to the floor.

His head bowed, sending his long blond hair streaming pass his shoulder.

"What's gotten into you?" The cat wanted to know.

Draco could hear the concern in her voice, but all he could do was laugh hysterically.

'Calm down, you're scaring Luna,' a voice whispered into his thoughts.

"I'm scaring her ?" Draco's voice was shrill. "Look at me!"

'Speak in thoughts. No one can hear me but you.' Almost as an afterthought, she added. "Don't worry. You're not crazy."

The voice tried to comfort him.

'I'm Usagi. Who are you?'

'Weasley. Ronald Weasley.' Draco answered stiffly.

'Nice to meet you Ronald. Now kindly smile at Luna and tell her you're alright before she has a heart attack.'

Draco force a smile onto his lips. "I'm fine, Luna. Just dreaming."

The cat looked exasperate and relieved. "Just get ready for school."

The blasted cat was already out the door before Draco could question her.

'My uniform is hanging by the closet,' the voice supplied helpfully.

Draco eyed the blue skirt and white blouse with distaste.

'You're going to be one of those difficult cases, aren't you?' she sighed. 'What is last thing you remember?'

Draco shuddered violently.

'It was bad, wasn't it?' she asked. Her voice was sympathetic.

He remembered his parents and paled.

'My mother and father!' He leaped to his feet and began to hastily throw on any clothes.

'Hey,' she protested. 'Easy. My body's pretty delicate.'

Draco froze.

'Your body,' Draco weakly reached up and touched his bangs. 'How?'

'Well...its kind of hard to explain...'

'Try,' Draco snarled.

'Ok...when someone needs help they come to me. Well, it's more like they come to me, or becomes me, in my body I mean. Do you get it?'

'Not a single bit,' Draco groaned. He felt the oncoming throb of a headache brewing as she continued. Her cheery, chirping voice began to get on his nerves.

She paused.

'Aspirin is in the top drawer to the left,' she said gently.

Draco glanced towards the desk. 'Aspirin?'

What the hell was aspirin?

'For your headache.'

Draco got to his feet reluctantly and shuffled forward. He would have done anything at this point to get rid of the ache.

He studied the bottle with furred eyebrows and shook the small container. Something rattled inside.

'Make sure the two arrows are align and flick the top open.'

Draco stared at the blue capsule that was now in the palm of his hand. 'Now what?'

'You drink it with water, of course.'

'Of course,' Draco thought sarcastically. 'What does it do?'

'Its a pain reliever. In a couple of minutes your headache should be gone.' the voice seemed curious. ' How funny...they don't have aspirin where you're from?'

Draco grumbled as he swallowed the pill.

'Why not use a numbing spell?' he asked.

'Numbing spell?'

Draco paled.

He glanced around the room in horror.

'You're a muggle. Oh merlin, I'm trapped in some muggle's body!'

'Muggle? I don't think I like that word,' Usagi's voice frowned. 'What does it mean?'

'It means..." the irony just about killed Draco as he smiled wanly. 'karma is a bitch.'

III

Through her rambling and frankly disjointed explanation, Draco finally got that his 'displacement' was the result of him needing to learn some kind of lesson. He was practically guaranteed that it would be temporary.

Draco hadn't been the only person. There had been others. Heero, Temari, Leon Orcot...those were names that meant nothing to him, only that they had gone through something similar to him and that Kami-sama, as Usagi called the god, saw fit to lend them a hand.

Or in their case, lend them a body.

'Kami-sama has a reason for everything,' she said with firm conviction.

With little knowledge about the muggle world, Draco found himself reluctantly following the directions from the voice in his head. He experienced the joy that was average muggle junior high school.

Boring lessons and nosy classmates aside, Draco prided himself on the fact that he had gotten through most of the day unscathed.

Draco watched with cool, blue eyes as the other students laugh and chatted with friends. If he ignored the fact that everyone was muggle, he could almost imagine being back at Hogwarts among his classmates.

'Tell me about the others.' He needed a distraction from his dark thoughts.

'Others?'

'The ones like me. The ones that couldn't go home until they learn whatever lesson they needed to.'

'Hm,' Usagi grew thoughtful.'I guess I can tell you about Genjo Sanzo.'

Draco closed his eyes. He allowed Usagi's voice to lull him into sleep.

'...he was a right bastard! Couldn't get the smell of smoke out of my clothes for a week! Boy was my mom mad...'

IV

"Usako?" a voice questioned.

Draco didn't answer. He was too focus on the muggle toy in front of him, watching in fascination as the ballerina danced. The music tinkling from the box was light and airy.

'How does it work?' he asked Usagi. 'if not by magic?'

'I think it has some sort of gear. Or maybe it runs on batteries. I'm not really sure, but please greet my boyfriend. I'll still like to have one when this is over.'

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

He turned around and offered a grimacing smile to Mamoru.

"Mamo-chan," he greeted. He forced himself to stand still as the tall, dark hair man lean over to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. 'You insipid git.'

'Hey! Stop insulting Mamo-chan!'

Draco ignored her and allowed himself to be led by the hand around his waist to a booth. He almost groaned when he saw the girls there.

Rei's sharp eyes sought his and Draco almost flinched as the priestess, not so subtly, reached for the knife on the table. She cut into her steak carefully; her eyes never leaving Draco.

"I know you're not Usagi," the dark hair girl said. She had cornered him the third day in Usagi's body. "I just wanted to let you know that if you do anything, anything, to Usagi's body, I will find a way to hunt you down. Do you understand me?"

Draco could only swallow hard and nod.

"Good."

Draco ignored Rei's pointed look and sat down next to Makoto. His eyes glanced around the popular teen spot and he was instantly attracted to all the muggle things he saw. He was especially attracted to the tall boxes with the flashing screens.

"Do you want to play something, Usako?" Mamoru asked with a smile. He handed Draco several coins and gestured to the machine.

'There's no accounting for taste,' Draco told Usagi. He thought Mamoru was about as dull as a flobber worm. 'But at least he's got money.'

Usagi mentally blew a raspberry at him.

V

Television especially fascinated him.

Draco had sat on the couch, next to Usagi's brother, and watched as the boy flickered through the screens with the machine in his hand.

"What's that called?"

Shingo gave him a look.

"It's a remote, noodle-brain," the boy said slowly. "What the hell have you been smoking?"

Draco wished he had his wand. The little git would have been transfigured into a three toe sloth for the way he spoke to him.

Draco sneered at Shingo.

Thank merlin, he was an only child.

"Usagi?" the boy asked warily. He back slowly away and took off yelping.

VI

Muggle appliances could only hold his interested for so long. Day after day after day, Draco waited both impatiently and dreading to be returned. He thought of his parents often. How was his mother doing? Where was his father? Where was Professor Snape? Surely, Draco was missed.

Draco slammed his fist on the nightstand in frustration.

'Its been three months!' he snarled.

Usagi flinched. 'Hey. My body remember?'

Draco hissed. 'Why am I still here? I've got to get back! My parents could already be dead!'

He was horrified to find his voice crackling.

Usagi's voice was quiet as she spoke. 'Have faith, Ronald.'

VII

Usagi's slender, almost elegant hands, was made to paint.

Draco took advantage of her nimble fingers and took to drawing. He drew his mother and father, the way they were before the Dark Lord, tall and proud. He painted a portrait of Professor Snape leaning over a boiling cauldron.

'Is his nose suppose to be that long?' Usagi asked dubiously.

He drew a few of his fellow slytherins.

The burly figures of Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy's dwarf frame filled several blank parchment along with a sneering Zabini.

Astoria Greengrass suddenly came into his mind and he drew the little blond girl as well, in a field of flowers with the wind blowing through her hair .

Among his lighter drawings, there were darker ones.

Draco drew the Deatheaters, menacingly in their mask and cloaks. He drew Greyback and Pettigrew.

Lately, though, Draco had taken to drawing Gryffindors. He drew Longbottom pissing in his pants in the middle of potions class. He drew Finnigan falling from a broom and a buck tooth Granger. He drew the body of a weasel and put Ronald Weasley head onto it.

He hesitated for a long moment about the next drawing.

Slowly, he picked up the pencil and began to sketch Dumbledore. Not in a satire like with the other Gryffindors, but like how the man was. Imposing but with a grandfather-like kindness.

Dumbledore's blue eyes bore from the picture reassuringly.

VIII

Half a year went by.

Draco glumly sat in Usagi's room and he stared out at the neighborhood.

He had broken the record. The longest previously had been Meilin Li, who had spent four months in Usagi's body. And despite Usagi's constant reiteration of 'having faith' Draco couldn't help but feel as if there was no hope.

His parents were mostly likely dead. If not killed outright by the Dark Lord, then by those on the light side. Professor Snape would be too busy serving the Dark Lord to worry over a single missing student and the one man Draco was sure could help was dead because of him.

Something in Draco broke.

Before he knew it, he had walked into the middle of the pouring rain storm to Mamoru's apartment.

'Ronald?' Usagi sounded anxious. 'What are you doing?'

Draco stood soaking wet on Mamoru's doorstep.

"Usako?" Mamoru blinked when he opened the door. The dark hair man was surprise when Draco propelled forward and kissed him desperately.

Draco hoped Mamoru didn't notice that the water slowly descending down his cheeks were his tears and not the rain.

Draco tried to strip Mamoru out of his shirt as Usagi wailed.

"Usa-ko-what-are-you doing?" Mamoru tried to speak, but Draco refused to let him, kissing him forcefully.

Mamoru gently, but firmly grabbed Draco's shoulders and push him away. The man looked at him with concern.

"Please," Draco trembled. "I need this."

He reached up and kissed Mamoru again.

"Please." Draco hated how his voice took on a begging quality.

'Please don't do this Ronald,' Usagi pleaded.

Draco ignored her and reached to undo the button on Mamoru's pants.

Draco need someone.

Anyone.

A steadfast hand reach and lifted his chin.

"Alright, Usako." Mamoru agreed quietly.

IX

'Oh Merlin. What have I done?'

The next morning, Draco had woke quietly next to a sleeping Mamoru. He unsteadily made his way to the bathroom and stared at his face.

Usagi's face.

The person in the mirror looked emotionally exhausted and pale. His hair was matted to his head and there were bags underneath his eyes.

'Usagi?' he called out tentatively.

'Shower first,' she said.

Draco couldn't help the relief he felt as he made his way to the stall. He had been half afraid she wouldn't answer.

Usagi was all he had now.

The hot water on his aching body was pure heaven. He wash the body frantically, scrubbing hard, as if he could make up for what he did.

Wrapped in a towel, Draco hesitated by the bathroom door.

'He's still sleeping. You don't have to worry.'

Draco had been quick to gather his clothes and leave.

'I'm sorry.' he thought. If only he had a time turner...

'Are you?'

'Yes.' It was one of the rare times Draco was actually sincere.

Usagi was quiet.

'I'll do anything to make up for it,' he thought desperately. 'Anything.'

'I think that's your problem,' she told him. 'You think you can buy my forgiveness, Ronald. Well, nothing can make up for the fact that the first time Mamo-chan and I made love, I was on the sideline.'

She didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.

X

Being muggle was really wretched.

Draco had caught the muggle illness, the flu, and was currently throwing up in the toilet. Usagi's mother was behind him, gently holding his hair back as he heaved. Her calm hand on his back made Draco feel better as she help him up and tucked him back into bed.

"What do you want for lunch, sweetheart?" she asked.

Draco closed his eyes. "Pickles and peanut butter."

He had this sudden craving for them.

He cracked one eye open when Usagi's mother went quiet.

"Let's go the doctor dear," she finally said with a false cheer.

Draco frown.

"What for? You said it was just the flu."

"Well," the women fluttered. "You never know. Come along. I'll make you an appointment."

Muggles.

They were strange.

Soon, Draco was sitting in the doctor's examination room.

"I'm going to need a urine sample, miss," the young nurse said.

Draco shrugged.

He handed the cup to the nurse when he was done and waited. He grew nervous when the doctor finally came in. The elderly man gestured to Usagi's mother and they left him alone in the room, annoyed and frustrated.

'What's going on?' Draco swallowed hard.

'I don't know.' Usagi's voice was worried.

They came back into the room with pained smiles.

"Well, Miss Tsukino. I guess congratulations are in order," the doctor said.

"Congratulations on what?" Draco asked irritably.

"You're pregnant."

Draco felt the world dropped from underneath him.

XI

There wasn't any shouting or anger. Usagi's parent's just sat on the couch thoughtfully, eyeing Draco.

'We're pregnant.' Usagi continued to whisper in awe.

Draco's hand unconsciously reached up to pat his still flat stomach. He was startled when another pair of hands joined him.

Usagi's father looked at him kindly.

"We'll support you. No matter what, Usagi," the man said. "You're still my little girl."

Draco blamed the hormones as the tears fell.

He missed his own parents.

All he could managed was a hoarse "Thank you."

XII

"Marry me," Mamoru said. They sat in Mamoru's apartment on the living room couch.

Draco had reluctantly told him the news.

His jaw gapped at the proposal.

Abruptly, Usagi went quiet.

"Marry me," Mamoru repeated. The man took Draco's hand earnestly. "I love you, Usako. I want to provide for you and the baby. So marry me."

"I-but-you," Draco stuttered. He was horrified to find his face turning red. He watched as Mamoru got up and went to a small cabinet and came back with a small box.

"I was saving this," he admitted. He allowed Draco to open the box to find a beautiful diamond ring nested inside the velvet case. "I wanted to propose when you were older, but I guess there goes that plan."

Mamoru grinned.

The man looked so elated his face lit up.

Draco could see what Usagi saw in him.

"I can't," Draco handed the box back. "I'm not exactly myself."

Draco looked into his eyes regretfully. "Ask me again when the time is right and I promise you, I'll say yes."

Mamoru looked stun, but nodded.

Inside his head, Usagi whispered a soft word of thanks.

XIII

Rei was peeved.

When Draco broke the news everyone had been shock, but thrill.

They had thrown an impromptu baby shower at the temple.

After everyone left, it was just him and the priestess and Draco admitted to being slightly afraid as she glared at him.

When she came towards him, Draco cowered, putting his arms around his stomach.

She sighed.

"What you did was a shitty thing," she told him. "You do realized that once you're gone, Usagi is going to be the one that has to deal with the fallout."

She stared at him and at his position.

" Oh for! I'm not going to hurt you," she snapped. "I wouldn't hurt an unborn baby!"

Draco watched as the priestess rubbed her temple.

"And I thought that crazy Sanako was the worst thing to take over Usagi's body," Rei grumbled. She glared at him, but it seemed more muted as her eyes lingered on Draco's stomach.

His belly rumbled.

"Come on. I think I have some peanut butter and pickles somewhere."

Draco shook his head with disbelief. 'Rei Hino could definitely give Professor Trelawney a run for her money.'

It was scary how she could read him.

XIV

Draco's nightmare came true.

Two months into the pregnancy, Usagi's mother had decided to take him to the local mall to go shopping for the baby. He wondered around as Ikuko cooed over infant things. He noted little things here and there that he was going to make Mamoru buy.

Yes, that fire-spewing dragon mobile is definitely going into the baby's room.

Draco was on top of the escalators when he felt a small push at his back.

It sent him stumbling forward, gasping at nothing but air.

Usagi wailed in his head.

'The baby,' they both cried out at the same time.

Luckily, a hand reached out and caught him, righting him and bringing him to safety.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," a familiar voice spoke to him.

Draco looked up into the eyes of McNair.