Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Note: It says it in the title, but if you don't know it, this is part two to the story we wrote to read part one, follow this link.

.net/s/6109358/1/A_Hogwarts_Tale

A Hogwart's Tale Part Two

Chapter 1

Once upon a time Harry Potter fell in love with Draco Malfoy. They had their ups and downs. But in the end, they were happy together. But through an accident time was reversed. Now neither remembers growing up and falling in love together. They are once again young students, returning for their eighth year. But something is...different... They begin to feel a strange pull towards one another...will they fight it? Or go with it?
They had been in love. And it had been good, but things happened, a great many things. Now they were back at the start. Now they were Just Potter and Malfoy, arch enemies to the end.

Harry sat back against the window, staring outside at the same familiar passing scenery. "Hm." He muttered. He didn't want to be going to school. He was DONE with this!
"Yes, I know I'm amazing. Yes, I have all year. Ladies, I haven't changed at all, and I'll prove it, when we get to the school." All Draco had done was step out to find the snack cart. He was hungry. And then they were all over him. Females. Unlike his other self, he hadn't spent the time on the streets, but rather, in fancy hotels. He had his parents money, and he was going to spend as much of it as he could. And so far, he hadn't been cut off. That had to be his mothers doings. On the plus side though, everything was brand new, even his trunk, and his things like his hat and scarf. Though he had gone ahead and did something he wasn't sure he liked. He had gone and dyed his hair black. The girls seemed to like it. And they were really all who mattered, right?
Back to the mob. He was slowly inching away, grabbing hold of the door, flinging it open and falling into it, making sure it closed behind him. Girls could be insane! He didn't have time to look around and see who was occupying the room.

Harry looked up as Draco entered the room. And he sort of had to do a double take. He had...black hair? But...no...that couldn't really be him...could it? "Uh...can I...help you?" He asked, tilting his head.

Potter. Of all the bloody compartments the train had to offer, he chose the one occupied by Potter, but not the other two. Strange. But wait, Harry didn't seem to recognize him. This could be fun. Or he could toss himself back to the mob of women. Right. No. "Were you saving these seats for anyone?" He asked softly, keeping his head down, hair in his face, digging through he bag for something that he would never find.

Harry shook his head. "No. Go ahead and take a seat. I just...was looking for some alone time...But I don't mind sharing." He smiled. "I'm sorry...who are you?"

He took a seat, wondering how long it would take Potter to either realize the truth, or to say something that needed a Draco style remark. "I'm new, transferred from Canada..." Oh yeah...Canada, that was a cool place to be... "Anyone I need to watch out for?" Apparently this 'new guy' understood the way bullies worked.

"Peeves. One of our Poltergeists. He can be a real pain sometimes." He shook his head, leaning back. "But really...No there isn't really anyone to watch out for. Not since the death of Voldemort. Most of the jerks have become very laid back."

Laid back? LAID BACK! It was summer vacation. He was enjoying life alone, in posh hotels. Struggling through the pain of essentially being disowned by his father. Shopping and spending money was his relief, for now. He would have to face the events soon. Maybe he'd take up drinking at that point. "What about that...Draco guy? Some girl was saying his name, in tears." Pansy. After he told her he was not sitting with her during this ride.

"Draco Malfoy..." Harry tilted his head thoughtfully, resting it on the window. "...He MIGHT cause you problems. But somewhere inside him is goodness. I've seen it...strangely enough." He shrugged. "So I guess at this point...I don't know."

"He wont be causing me problems...now you on the other hand..." He sighed, and finally looked up at Potter, brushing the hair from his face. The black hair made his skin look even paler then normal, and more like a vampire too. The girls liked it though. "You planning on telling everyone I was a good guy, even though I was just trying to save my own life Potter?"

Harry chuckled. "No." He said, not surprised on who was really here. "But it's the truth. You might have been trying to save only yourself but in the end you had the choice. You had the choice to fight against us. But you didn't."

"I might be a jerk, but I'm not a murderer." He scowled at Potter. Right. Be enemies with Potter, that would help the transition. It would make everything easier. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't a killer, he just did whatever felt right, at the time. And to some that made him a hero, and to others a coward, or a traitor. "Besides, the odds really weren't in my favor."

Harry turned his green eyes on Draco. "I almost died though you know. Twice during that fight. Voldemort could have very easily of won..." Harry shrugged. "I don't really care though."

"Yes well, you didn't die, because you're a lucky git. And you do care, and it's sickening." Draco scowl hadn't left his face. He wanted to leave, he wanted to be alone, probably as much as Potter did. But outside the room was his army of fans. Waiting.

"Malfoy, I really don't care." He gave him a blank look. "You can go be whatever you want to be. A hero, a traitor, a stuck up little Prince Of Slytherin, I really don't care." He closed his eyes, leaning back. "Once upon a time, I might have. But now...eh..."

"Figures, nothing to save the world from now, so you try and pretend like nothing matters. Get over it Potter." The boy was absolutely...aggravating! Draco shouldn't care. But he did. Where would he be without his rival?

Harry raised his head and blinked at him. "What're you...why do you even care?" He asked, confusion on his face. He sighed. "I'm not saying everything else doesn't matter. It does. I'm just...I'm confused...alright."

"And you've been that way since the first year." He smirked, looking up at the roof of the compartment, letting his hair fall back. It wasn't as satisfying as it should be, picking on Potter right now. He wasn't being any fun, at all.

Harry snorted. "Probably. Back then though I knew I had to fight Voldemort, I just didn't know how. And now...now I don't know what to do. I feel guilty for all that has happened to people...but...instead of condemning me...they praise me. I can't understand it."

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." He muttered, and sat up straight. Pulling himself to his feet, he walked right over to Harry, placing one of his legs on either side of Harry's, straddling him, placing his hands on his shoulders, looking down at him. "Shut up and listen. You stopped the Dark Lord, you ended a period of fear and death that started well before either of us were born. People died, that's a simple fact of life, and war. But no one else is going to die now, people can mourn, and put the past behind them, and enjoy the life they have." He shoved away from Harry at this point. "They blame the Death Eaters, the people that worked under Voldemort, they blame Voldemort, not the hero that killed him..."

Harry had ended up staring up at him when he walked over and blinked a few times when he was shoved back. He didn't move from his slouched position. "Huh...well...whether you like it or not now...you're a good guy."

"You're right, I am a good guy, and the girls seem to like it." He smirked and fell back to his seat. "Won't take long to become a bad guy again." Some still thought of him as a bad guy, letting the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, being a Death Eater, blah blah. There would be suspicions on him forever.

Harry snorted. "Eh, maybe I'll take up a life of crime." He looked out the window again. It was strange, being civil with Draco...it wasn't right. They were supposed to fight. To hate each other! THAT was normal for them. That was what they lived for! ...And yet Harry didn't want to. He felt a strange calmness around the Malfoy boy. And he couldn't explain it. So he decided not to even try. He was content at the moment. He glanced at Draco again. "...Did the mark...ever disappear?"

"You? A criminal?" He chuckled at that idea. Harry was too easy to identify, and not all that sneaky. With mention of the mark, he rubbed his arm. Clearly not a topic of conversation he was comfortable with. "Why?"

Harry shrugged. "I was just curious. I don't know many Death Eaters that won't try to kill me on sight. So I was just wondering if after Voldemort's death...if the mark disappeared or not."

"I honestly don't know." He pulled up his sleeve and looked at his arm. He couldn't see anything. But sometimes he could, sometimes it was a faint outline, sometimes much darker. He couldn't tell if it was really doing that, or if it was just in his head, like he was crazy.

Harry snatched Draco's arm and looked at it. "...Looks clean to me. Veeeeeeeeeeery pale, but free of all evil Dark Marks." He released him sitting back. "You need to get out in to the sun more. I swear, if we go through a tunnel, I'll see you perfectly! Glowing in the dark."

"It comes and goes...I think." He snatched his arm away and rolled down his sleeve. He didn't need the sun, the last thing he needed was to burn, or get skin cancer. "And that's not funny." He was surprised though, that Harry hadn't started making fun on his choice in hair color. He assumed that would have been the first thing.

"Yes it is. You just have no sense of humor for yourself." He shrugged, slouching more in his seat so he could prop his feet on the seat opposite of him, next to Malfoy. "So. Why do you look like an emo?" A muggle word. But he had lived as a muggle for 11 years.

"Because I'm not funny." He glanced at Potter's feet, before looking back at him. "Emo? Try speaking English?" Could be a muggle, he supposed after living with them for so long you picked up the language.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Lets see. In book terms: originally short for emocore, itself a contraction of "emotional hardcore", now usually an abbreviation of "emotional". And you have always been emotional. Since the first time I met you, sitting in that little shop."

"Emotional! I am not!" He got to his feet, just about ready to make a scene. And then it dawned on him. "Shit." He fell back to his seat, so much for proving that one wrong. He pulled out his wand and sighed. "If it'll make you feel better I'll change it back." He muttered a few words, swished his wand, and the spell...fizzled? His hair had turned bright pink. And the fizzle seemed to lock it there, so no matter what he would attempt from this point, the hair would stay that color, until he took the potion to reverse it. Fortunately for Draco, there was no mirror in this compartment, so he couldn't see what he had just done.

"What? No I didn't mean..." He froze, staring at him. Harry made a choking sound and then started cracking up. So much so that he fell out of his seat and onto the floor. He didn't care. He merely held his sides and rolled around, giggling. "Oh...Oh my...Merlin you look so..!" He couldn't even finish it through his laughter.

"That's exactly what you meant." And then there was silence in the compartment, before Harry burst into laughter. "What exactly is so funny Potter!" He demanded, arms crossed. That's when he turned his head, and caught a glimpse of his hair out of the corner of his eye. Pink? No. He was seeing things. Again.

"L-Look!" Harry giggled, pointing at the window. They passed through a dark tunnel, letting him be able to look at himself in the window's reflection.

And if it was possible, Draco Malfoy got paler. And he ran his hand through his hair, watching his reflection do the same. It the the calm, shocked silence coming from him, as reality set in. And then the panicked attempts to reverse it, each being met with a fizzle. "Stop laughing!" He finally snapped, realizing he couldn't reverse it.

"I'm s-sorry!" Harry snorted. "But it...it looks like cotton candy!" Which sent him off into another round of laughter. Finally though, he got himself under control. "Don't you have the reversal potion?"

Now he was pretty sure he was going to be sick. "This one wasn't supposed to need the potion!" He groaned, falling to the seat. That's what he got for trying out new spells. He could already tell this was going to be a great year.