A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers:- Kigen Dawn, Gryffindor Rat, DarkAthene and iggle731.

Also thank you to Gryffindor Rat for pointing out my error in the first chapter. I said that Andromeda married a muggle and was cast out of the Black family. However as Gryffindor Rat kindly pointed out her husband wasn't a muggle, but a muggle-born. I have corrected this in the last chapter. Honest mistake.

Here is the next chapter.

Groundhog Day – Chapter Two

That evening instead of hiding out in his room, Draco sat with his friends in the common room. They seemed surprised at first, but they were happy to see him.

After chatting to them for an hour, he pulled Pansy aside and asked to talk to her alone. They retreated to his room. They settled on Draco's bed, Pansy looked over at Blaise's empty bed quickly, then returned her gaze to Draco.

"Are you okay?" She kindly asked.

He smiled, "Sure. I'm great. I know I have been a bit distant lately, I was worried that you guys were only putting up with me."

She gaped at him, "Don't be so stupid. We have been your friends for years. Most of us before we even started Hogwarts. We're not going to abandon you, for something you really didn't have a choice in. Not wanting to sound sappy, but to hell with it – we love you and we've missed you."

Draco was surprised, he had convinced himself that his friends were doing him a favour but didn't care. It was a shock, but a welcomed one. Maybe he had been misunderstanding and seeing things how he thought they were, and not how they actually were.

He smiled warmly at her, "Thanks Pansy. Anyway that wasn't why I asked to talk with you. I want you to be happy. The war made us all realise that life is too short. What I am trying to say is...why don't you tell Blaise how you feel." he rushed the last part.

She seemed stunned into silence momentarily, but Draco knew that wouldn't last, this was Pansy after all.

"How I feel about Blaise? What ever do you mean?" She calmly asked after a long pause.

Draco wasn't fooled, she was stunned into silence for too long for it to not be true.

"Pansy it's me. You can trust me. I told you I was gay and who I fancied. I think you would make a lovely couple, and that Blaise likes you too." He hoped by reminding her that he had trusted her, she would open up.

"I know I can trust you. I do feel privileged that you told me first that you were gay, but this is difficult. We're friends and it could ruin the friendship if it all goes to hell in a hand basket." She didn't deny her feelings any more.

Draco reached out and squeezed her hand, "I know it is torture watching the person you feel strongly for, and not be able to tell them. To kiss them, hug them and just be with them. It will eat you up Pansy. Just tell him, and if it all goes wrong, at least you can move on."

She snorted, "Pot calling kettle black." She said irritated.

Draco frowned, "What?"

She laughed, "Oh it is a muggle saying. I heard Granger say it to Potter the other day. Not exactly sure what it means. But I think it means you are calling me something, that you are yourself. You can't lecture me on not sharing my feelings and letting them eat me up, when you yourself won't tell everyone your gay and have a huge man crush on Potter." She hoped this would stop Draco prying into her feelings for Blaise.

Draco was thoughtful, "Oh well then I guess you're right. But you have a better chance than I do. Blaise likes females, he knows you and he even flirts with you. I on the other hand am screwed. Potter is straight, he doesn't know me or like me, and he would punch me if I flirted with him."

Pansy looked sympathetic, "Yeah that sucks. You really think Blaise likes me?"

Draco said that he did and that she should try subtly flirting or something. They headed back to the common room, and Pansy sat next to Blaise. She wasn't as bad as she used to be, when she was younger and had a crush on Draco, she used to practically suffocate him. Now she backed off, but still made it obvious her intentions. Draco suspected that she had magically altered her nose, she denied it. But it was no longer a turned up horrid thing, but a cute little nose. It changed her whole face.

He watched as Pansy smiled at Blaise and touched his arm gently. Draco knew he would have to do this everyday, as tomorrow Pansy would forget his prep talk, but he would repeat it until the time loop was broken and Pansy would remember their conversation.

He looked up and caught Potter watching him, he frowned and looked away. Why is he always watching me? I'm not going to start attacking students.

Draco decided to leave and go for a walk, not only to get away from Potter's intense gaze, but Greg and Millie had started kissing and he didn't want to throw up in his mouth.

He wondered around aimlessly, just enjoying the quiet. After half an hour he bumped into Potter.

"Potter. Are you following me?" he accused.

Harry laughed, "You wish."

Draco did wish, but he wasn't about to admit that.

"Well what are you doing?" He demanded in a drawl.

Harry looked around and then back at Draco, "Hiding."

Draco snorted, "Aren't you a bit old to be playing hide and seek."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Not playing a game. Some tosser, I suspect Ron. Let Ginny into the eighth year common room, and if she is in there, well then I will hide out here." he explained.

Draco was intrigued, he had repeated this stupid day over and over and he had not encountered Potter hiding from his so called girlfriend before. But then before he would hide in his room and go to bed early.

Draco felt happy, for some reason Potter was avoiding the red headed bint.

"A couple of things Potter, one: Why are you hiding when you have an invisibility cloak? Two: Why are you hiding from it?" he enquired.

Harry sent him a lopsided smile and Draco cursed his specky face, One half smile and he has my stomach doing flips.

"To answer your first question, McGonagall confiscated my cloak. It was a condition of hers to allow me to return to school. I'll get it back when I graduate. It's cool though I no longer need it really and I have the map." He rambled.

Draco had no idea what 'map' he was on about but he liked that he was having a conversation with Potter and not running away like a first year.

"To answer you last question, I am hiding from 'it' because she won't leave me alone. She hasn't taken the hint, so I will avoid her until she does." He simply answered as his eyes looked over Draco.

Draco wanted to ask him 'What the fuck are you looking at?', but was frightened that Potter would be honest and reply with something hurtful and he couldn't be dealing with it, so he kept quiet under Potters scrutiny.

"What are you doing out?" He asked.

Draco shrugged a shoulder, "Greg and Millie are making out and well that isn't a sight I wish to see."

Harry laughed, "Yeah. They make a nice couple though. Goyle has lost lots of weight, he looks loads better."

Draco snorted, "Checking out Goyle, Potter?"

Harry blushed, "No. It is obvious. Like Neville really. Goyle had returned a different person, he looks almost human now."

Draco laughed, "Yes almost."

So Potter was avoiding 'it' and had noticed that Greg and Longbottom had grown into their looks and lost weight. Draco wondered if Potter was into men, just a little.

"Greg lost the weight after Vince died. Stress I think. But he's better now, and he works out to keep the weight off. Fair play to him I'd say. So what is it that 'it' won't take the hint about?" he thought he'd push his luck.

Potter might get mad, hex him and then ignore him. But he'd wake up tomorrow and repeat the day and won't remember Draco asking insensitive personal questions.

Harry sat on the edge of a windowsill, he looked up at Draco and was silent a moment. Draco thought he wasn't going to answer until he heard Potter quietly say,

"We broke up last year and she assumed we'd get back together. But I've changed my mind and I told her so. She doesn't like being told no. She thinks I'm playing hard to get or something. Well I'm not." he searched Draco's face for a reaction.

Draco was feeling confident, he had a sudden realisation that he could do what the fuck he wanted and all he had to do was hide in his room until the next day. Everyone would have forgotten and he could start again.

So he sat next to Potter on the windowsill, their shoulders touching, "What made you change your mind?" he asked as he turned his head sideways to look at Potter.

Potter turned to face him slightly, their faces closer than they had been in a long time.

"I told her the truth. I told her that I..."

Potter was cut off before he could finish and Draco almost hexed She Weasels hair off.

"Harry there you are. I've been waiting for you in your common room." she looked at Draco, "What are you doing with him?"

Harry stood and ran his hand through his hair.

"We were talking Ginny. It isn't illegal. Look I can't hang out with you, not until you accept what I told you." he gently and softly said.

She frowned, "I won't ever accept that Harry. It cannot be true, you're confused and you need me to show you what you want."

Harry glared at her, "Goodbye Ginny." and he strolled off back to the common room.

Ginny glared at Draco as if it was his fault and hurried after Harry.

Draco smirked, "I think I need to do a little snooping." he said out loud to no one in particular.

Tomorrow he would repeat this day again, but he would talk to Potter in a more private place, somewhere 'it' cannot interrupt. He was sure Potter was about to confess something monumental.

Draco loved yet hated the situation he was in. He hated that he had to repeat the day over and over, to do the same lessons, he was sure if today's lessons came up on the NEWTs he'd ace it. Seeing as he had sat through the lessons numerous times. He hated the same conversations, yet he was using his situation to his advantage.

Saying and doing things he would never do if he knew he had to wake up and face the next day, and face the consequences. For now he was happy to learn all about his fellow students. Now he had repeated the day a lot he could breeze through it. He sidestepped Weasley so he didn't walk into him. He sat away from the stupid first year, so he avoided getting pumpkin juice on him. He used a different quill, and made sure not to spill his ink. He answered all questions in class effortlessly.

He suddenly realised he didn't need to complete his homework, as the day would never arrive when he had to hand it in. Instead he had his prep talk with Pansy again, then he went for a walk at the same time to 'bump' into Potter. They had a similar conversation as yesterday and Draco asked him to walk outside.

Potter looked at him puzzled, "Why are you suddenly talking to me? I mean I've been trying to talk to you and that all year and you ignore me."

Draco thought he'd be honest, it wasn't like Potter would remember, and he might feel better saying some of his fears out loud.

"I was avoiding you. I thought you were only being nice as you felt like you had to, because you felt sorry for me or something." he looked away and at the lake.

Potter gripped his arm and stopped him walking, "Hey, I don't feel sorry for you. Besides you're a Malfoy, no one dares pity a Malfoy." Harry joked.

Draco looked at Potter, and felt that moment again. That moment that he felt sitting close to him yesterday. Like something was between them and it was tangible in the air between them.

"You don't hate me?" he whispered.

Harry stepped closer, "No. I've been trying to talk to you all year. I had hoped that, I don't know. That we could be friends. That we..." his eyes flicked to watch Draco's lips.

Harry stopped himself and stepped away, "Lets not run before we can walk. Why don't you play quidditch any more?" he asked changing the subject.

Draco was frustrated, he was sure Potter was trying to tell him something important. He felt the change in atmosphere, the tension and the way Potter looked at him. Now he wanted to talk about quidditch.

"I don't want to do anything that is fun, I don't deserve to have fun. What were you going to say?" he asked stepping closer to Potter.

Potter stepped back, "Of course you deserve to have fun. You can't punish yourself like that. You have been given a second chance, don't spend it being something you're not. That would be a waste. You need to stop existing and live your life instead. That is the ultimate way to pay respect to everyone that fought for you to have this second chance. Be the Draco Malfoy that is true to who you are."

It was Draco's turn to step back now, overwhelmed by Potter's passionate speech.

"I don't know who I am any more." he looked at the floor.

Potter walked in front of him and said in a firm voice, "I know who you are. You are strong, you are dramatic, you are opinionated, feisty and snarky. You are you and not this watered down version you have been projecting – you shouldn't hide who you are, because you're amazing."

Then he walked away before Draco could register what he had said and that his tone of voice was warm and full of affection.

Draco couldn't believe that just happened. Potter had spoke such wonderful words to him, almost as if he thought Draco was somebody. Somebody worth his attention and maybe somebody who deserved a happy ending.

Draco had been hiding, acting like a different person. Frightened of what others would say and think. He assumed that all attempts from Potter were fake, or out of pity, he never entertained the idea that Potter actually wanted to start over. To be friends.

What did he mean when he said, lets not run before we can walk? Draco wondered as he walked back to the common room.

The next day was of course still fucking Thursday, but Draco woke happy. He smiled at Blaise and asked him to talk once he got rid of his female friend.

Blaise returned and looked at Draco with a strange cautious look, "You look happy." he sounded surprised.

"I am. Blaise I have something to tell you." he wouldn't normally go behind Pansy's back but he knew tomorrow they would all forget.

He just wanted to be honest today and gauge people's reactions, so when the time loop was broken he would know exactly how to fix his life and his friends life's.

"Oh okay." he replied sitting on his bed facing Draco.

"Pansy likes you. A lot. She doesn't want to be another notch on your bedpost, she wants to date you. How do you feel about that?" he bluntly asked.

Yes today might be awkward and weird between Pansy and Blaise. If Pansy found out Draco told Blaise she'd go mental, but at least he only had a day, before it was all wiped out and forgotten. By that point he'd have the answers he wanted.

Blaise stared at Draco for a long time, "Since when?" he asked.

Draco smiled, "Since sixth year. You were there for her when I wasn't. I was um distracted. She fell for you as time went on, you helped her get through awful seventh year and I think she is very grateful." he explained.

Blaise smiled, "Yeah I like her too. She, she's changed. Grown up and is actually a fantastic witch. I think she could put me in my place – I like that about her. All dominating,"

Draco scrunched his nose, "Dude I don't want to be privy to your sexual fantasy's."

Blaise chuckled, "Sorry. Shall I tell her how I feel?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes!"

Draco added, "Oh and maybe stop shagging around. Show her your serious about dating only her."

Blaise grinned, "I know. Okay I will talk to her in break."

Draco walked into the great hall, moved the jug of pumpkin juice closer to the first year.

"Just in case." he winked at her and she blushed.

This time when he caught Potter watching him, he didn't think he was worried that Draco was about to attack students. Instead he saw what he had been staring him in the face since this year began. Potter was attracted to him.

Draco smiled and mouthed, 'Morning' then he turned to Blaise and Pansy.

By lunchtime, Draco knew he was doing the right thing, Blaise and Pansy seemed to be trying. They were holding hands and were sat talking openly about their feelings. Draco felt good, he helped them achieve happiness.

At least he knew once this time loop was broken, he could start changing his life and his friends lives for the better.

Now he had to help Theo, and maybe just maybe get a little happiness for himself.

Draco skipped his lesson after lunch, he knew the topic inside out by now. Instead he went in search of the 'golden trio' who had a free period.

He found them sat outside under a tree. Weasley was sprawled out, his head in Grangers lap. Potter was sat crossed legged next to his two friends.

Draco approached them, he cleared his throat. "May I talk to you three? Please."

Harry gaped at him, Weasley sat up and Granger gave him a small smile.

Granger spoke first, "Yes you may. Take a seat." she indicated to the grass in front of them.

Draco sat down and mirrored Harry's sitting position.

Draco didn't look away, he kept eye contact. He had to do this, for himself.

"I want you to listen. Let me say what I came here to say, you can refuse to accept it but at least I have said it." he didn't sneer, or act cold. His voice was steady, with a hint of nerves.

Potter gave him an encouraging smile.

"I know that my words cannot change the past, cannot make up for what I did and what my family did. But I am sorry. I'm sorry that I was an utter bastard to all of you since day one. Sorry doesn't seem to be good enough, but it is all I can offer."

Granger shared a look with Potter. Weasley pinched himself and the muttered to himself.

"I'm not apologising to gain anything. I just felt it needed to be said. I'm not going to make excuses for my behaviour, because I know I was wrong. But from sixth year onwards, I was pressured into obeying orders, or I would lose my parents. Yes you may think so what, they deserve to die. But their still my parents and they are all I have. I couldn't lose them, to watch them be murdered. I already watched many of my family and friends be tortured and it is something that still haunts me."

He met Potter's eyes and saw concern and pride in his eyes.

"I don't want your sympathy, heck I know I don't deserve it. But what I am trying to say is, I don't hate you. I am sorry for everything and I hope we can at least be civil to one another from now on." He finished and waited for their responses, or at least for a hex to be sent his way from Weasley.

Granger replied first, "Mahatma Gandhi said, 'The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong' I think he was on to something. I won't ever forget, but I think I can forgive. Thank you Malfoy, it took a lot for you to come over."

Weasley shook his head at her and turned to Draco, "I have no idea who Mahatanna Ganji is do you?"

Draco laughed, "No. But knowing Granger they are an important figure."

Weasley rolled his eyes, "Ditto what she said. But you can't insult my family any more."

Draco nodded, "Deal."

Draco couldn't believe how well this was going, that Weasley had accepted his apology, Draco assumed he'd be the hardest to convince of his sincerity.

Draco took a deep breath and turned to Potter, "Potter..."

Harry held up a hand, "No it's okay no need to say any more. I forgave you a long time ago. Maybe started to back in sixth year. Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed. Not to forgive is to be locked into a sequence of act and response, of outrage and revenge, tit for tat, escalating always. The present is endlessly overwhelmed and devoured by the past. Forgiveness frees the forgiver. I'm ready to forgive and move on."

Granger, Weasley and Draco gaped at Potter.

"Wow mate since when have you been so...so..." Ron couldn't even formulate what he wanted to say. Harry normally mumbled, grunted and said brief words. That was poetic.

Draco smiled, "Thank you Harry."

Draco stood and nodded to Weasley and Granger, before heading to his next lesson.

Harry blinked after him, "He just called me Harry. Didn't he?"

The trio were stunned into silence, spending the rest of their free period reflecting on all that had transpired.