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Draco's Detour


Chapter Two: When Two Worlds Collide

Lily's Lil Sis

Lily was walking through the dimly lit corridors back to the Gryffindor Common Room from her Head duties.

Stupid, arrogant Potter, that's all she could think of at the current moment. He had disrupted her from her very important meeting with the younger prefects. And why was he chosen to be Head Boy? She had to live with him in special Head quarters too. Her life was seriously over. As she was thinking of him, the words of her best mate Chloe ran through her mind.

"Lily, James is so gorgeous and he already fancies you, you should just give him a chance."

Yes, the one person Lily had always trusted to be on her side, her best friend, had betrayed her by saying "Potter" and "give him a chance" in the same sentence, which was never a good thing.

Yet Lily always did wonder what would happen if she had gone on a date with Potter. He would most likely be very romantic about it. Maybe, a nice dinner in Hogsmeade, a wonderful walk around the Lake, and then maybe a goodnight kiss…

"No, no, no, no!" Lily accidentally protested out loud.

Why in the world was she thinking of this? There was no chance in hell that she would possibly even think of going out on a date with him, but she had thought about it. Numerous times, actually. She would never mention it to anyone though. Not even Chloe, who would simply gush about it. Just then, Lily heard a familiar voice in her ear.

"How's my Lily-flower doing on this fine evening?"

Lily spun around. And then she saw him. James was standing in front of her with his

dark, hazel eyes staring into her emerald ones, his robes loosely clinging to his buff and muscular body and his glasses slightly askew. Lily tried to think of something other than his attractive body, which was very difficult to do.

Then, finally thinking of something to say, she answered him coldly. "I was doing fine until you showed up."

"Aww, does someone need a little hug to feel better?" cooed James, as he tried to put his strong hands over her small, curvy figure.

"Augh, get your grubby hands off of me Potter! what to you think I am? And don't call me Lily-flower, I hate it," snapped Lily as she pushed him away. However, she was lying. She actually loved when he called her that. It sounded so sincere coming from him. But she was never going to admit it to anyone, especially Potter.

"Oh, come on my Lily-flower, ease up a bit, I was only trying to wake up those prefects you sent to sleep back there."

"Sent to sleep, did I? And you woke them up by saying 'Free Firewhiskey, outside!'"

"Yeah, not one of my better ideas, but it worked didn't it?"

"Urg, it's our second day in our last year here. When are you going to grow up?"

"Is that what it is, me growing up? Because I will, Lily I really will if that's what you want. I'd do anything for you, anything. I love you."

Lily was so touched by these words that for once she was at a total lose for words. All she could do was look into those hazel eyes of his.

"James, I… I…What is that!" she shrieked, jumping backwards slightly.

James put his strong arms in front Lily to protect her from the something stirring in the corner of the floor. Lily and James both gasped as the thing moaned and grabbed its head in pain. Lily ran forward, dropping to her knees to care for the figure, forgetting the fact that she had been frightened a moment again.

A few seconds later she told James, "Go get Madam Pomfrey, straight away."

D-L-D-L

Draco was very comfortable, but unfortunately, awake. All he wanted to do right now was go back to sleep, but he could not help thinking about what had happened a few short moments ago. The only thing he could remember was getting mad at his father and touching that time turner. That was a really stupid thing to do. Why did he do that? Next time, he would have to make a note: do not touch something that's moving at a dangerously fast speed.

He tried to open his eyes. They felt like they were glued down, but he eventually got them open. He looked up, and he could see high stone walls. He lifted himself up and realized that he was in the Hogwarts Infirmary. He spotted the moving pictures that always annoyed him to no end. He also saw the many beds lined up throughout the medium sized room. He wondered for a moment if he had gone back to the previous year. He must have; why else would he be at Hogwarts?

Great, now I have to go through with the plan, he thought with an irritated sigh. Just then, Draco yelped as he realized someone was staring at him beside his bed.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you… I was just wondering if you were alright."

"Yeah… I'm fine…I think," he said staring back at the redhead. He was reminded of that Weasley girl back at school, but this girl was different. She had a mature poise about her. And she was very pretty. Her perfect white skin, vibrant green eyes, and shoulder length red hair were enough to make any man mad. As he looked into her eyes, he got the feeling like he'd looked into them before. He was sure of it.

"You were in a corner of one of the corridors I was walking down. What were you doing there?' asked the redhead.

"Oh… ah nothing… I probably feel asleep or something… anyway, what's your name… I don't think I know you," he asked, curious.

"Oh, my name is Lily, Lily Evans, what's yours? I don't think I've ever seen you at school either."

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. What year? I'm in seventh."

"I'm in seventh also. What house are you in?"

"Slytherin. You?"

"Gryffindor, maybe that's why I don't know you, I don't know many Slytherins at all, now that I think of it, I think it's a shame really, that there's no house unity at all. I mean sure, the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs get along fine. It's just the Slytherins are on their own. And I just don't understand it. Why is there such a prejudice for them I mean… sorry, I'm boring you, aren't I? I tend to do that a lot, sorry." Lily said this all very quickly, for she was just getting into her little debate.

"No, it's no problem," said Draco in a bored voice. Great, he thought to himself, I've found Granger's long lost sister.

"Well, I better get going, I have to do Slughorns stupid essay."

"Yeah, I know what that feels like." Draco laughed slightly as he remembered Slughorn and his stupid parties… wait. Slughorn wasn't teaching in his fifth year, but he only thought of this momentarily as he got up and headed for the door.

All he could think of was Lily. That was such a perfect name for a perfect girl. Her only problem was school work. God, some people thought that it was their life. There were more important things, like war.

Draco walked fast out of the Infirmary before Madam Pomfrey could stop him. He knew he was fine, or, he would be fine. He walked for a while, thinking about what he was supposed to do. The sooner he got back, the better.

It was warm throughout the many corridors and he thought it might be near the end of the year. He guessed that the time turner went screwy and went back a few extra days. Why else would Lily be studying? She must have end of the term exams.

All of a sudden. he heard a familiar voice ringing through the echoing halls.

"Jackpot!" Draco muttered under his breath.

He ran towards the voice he was looking for. And then he found him.

"Hey, Potter, long time no see!" Draco said as tauntingly sarcastic as he could be.

The young man turned around to face Draco. He was Potter, all right, yet something was slightly different about him. And Draco could not tell what it was. Potter was surrounded by three good looking friends, all of which looked vaguely familiar. There was a very good looking one on Potter's right side, who was as tall as Draco himself. He had long black hair and light grey eyes. His face was long, and at the moment looked intimidating. On Potter's other side was a shorter young man; he had sandy light brown hair and sharp blue eyes, yet he looked weary and worn out like he had just run a mile. The last person was hidden behind Potter, but Draco could tell that he was on the porky side.

"Umm… what are you talking about?" asked Potter. He seemed very confused.

"Got new friends have you? About time. So, where are Weasel-Bee and Miss Know-It-All?"

"Look, I don't know what or who your talking about, but I do know that whoever you're looking for, is not me, so go away, be nice, and make mommy proud," said Potter. He said the last bit in an all too sweet voice.

Draco did not take the last comment very lightly and soon had Potter at wand point.

"Whoa, what do you think your doing? Can't you take a joke?" asked Potter, whipping out his wand dangerously.

Soon Potter's friends all had their wands out too, each eyeing Draco with warlike faces, waiting for the Malfoy to make a move.

"Why don't you put the wand down and we'll talk about this," suggested the weary brown headed boy.

"Oh, Moony, you're such a mediator. We should just go down to Dumbledore's place, I've only seen him once in the forty-eight hours we've been here," said the boy with the long black hair.

"Yeah, I think that's a record for you, Padfoot," answered Potter with a slight smile on his face considering the awkward situation.

"I'm not going down to him, I'm fine," Draco said in distaste, lowering his wand. And Draco was fine. Besides, he didn't want to see the old man now, after all he'd been through. He just didn't think he could take it.

"Yeah, lets just go," said the poky one, now coming into view.

"I'm not going to be treating like I'm the insane one here!" Draco snapped at them all, knowing perfectly well that something was definitely wrong.

"Do you want to go on your own accord, or do we have to take you down by force?" asked the one with the long black hair, flinging his arms around like a lunatic.

For an answer Draco made is way down the corridor, sulking and upset that he was being forced somewhere he did not want to go.

"I think you scared him away, Padfoot," said Potter looking at the long haired boy.

"Are you coming or not?" yelled Draco from the end of the hall.

"Yep, keep your knickers on, will yah?" said the boy named Padfoot.

Five minutes later, the five young men walked into the Headmaster's office.

Draco's mind was going a million miles a minute. He felt as though he was going to throw up all over the steps leading to the Professor's office. When he walked in, he noticed that nothing had changed since he had been here last. But then again, that was only a year ago. The one thing different was Potter. Why was he acting as though he had never seen him before? Why was he hanging out with other people?

The sandy haired boy knocked on the wooden door in front of them. A voice that came from within, answered, "Please come in."

They opened the door and filed in, pushed slightly by the porky boy in the back. Draco quickly hid himself behind this boy, trying not to be seen by the aging headmaster.

"Ah, and what do I owe to this pleasant surprise, you didn't set off one of your famous tricks yet have you?" asked Dumbledore, looking at them with suspicion, though his eyes were twinkling.

"No sir, but we have to get on top of that, haven't we? No, we've come to deliver you a stowaway that we found. He was threatening us with his wand sir, and we thought you might want to talk to him."

"A stowaway, really? and where might he be?" asked the old man.

There was a slight bustle around with every one looking at each other as if to ask, where did he go? But then the poky boy turned around and said, "I found him."

Draco stepped up to Dumbledore's desk, looking at the floor after Potter and his friends tugged him forward.

"Well, there you are… forgive me, but I don't believe I remember you. What is your name?"

"It's Draco Malfoy sir, and why don't you remember me? I would have thought that I would be the topic of most of your conversations with Professor Snape."

"Professor Snape? Mister Malfoy I have to say I have no idea what you are talking about," reported Dumbledore.

"You too? Why does everybody insist that they don't know me! It's like I'm from another time or something," Draco lashed out.

"I believe it is time for you to leave," said Dumbledore to the other boys, "I can take it from here, thank you."

There was scattered 'your welcome sir' from the group of boys as they headed for the way out, leaving Draco on his own with the headmaster.

"Mister Malfoy, may I ask you what year it is?" asked the professor cautiously.

"Sure, it's 1996, why?"

"I think we have found our problem, you see it is 1977."

"What! That's impossible… I… I can't be… I just…"

"How may I ask did you get here?" asked the old man, eyeing Draco with much interest.

"I was sent here by a time turner, but… I thought they couldn't go back this far… I mean how do I get back? I can't stay here forever."

"Well, I believe you can simply go back with the time turner you came with."

"Oh good, you mean I can go back, like right now if I wanted to?" asked Draco with apprehension etched in his eyes.

"Yes, of course," answered the headmaster.

Draco anxiously jammed his hand into his robes pocket. He pulled out many little pieces of what used to be his time tuner. He had forgotten that it had broken. It was Draco's last hope and now in less than half a second, it was gone.

For the first time Draco looked up at his Professor in the eye. All of his memories from that fateful night on the Astronomy Tower flooded back into Draco like a rushing river, but he tried to push these memories into the back of his mind as he had done before.

The pain he had been feeling must have shown on his face because the aging man asked him, "What is the matter Draco, is something bothering you?"

"What do you think? I've been thrown back in time, and now I'm stuck here for Merlin only knows how long," he lashed out in anger. "I don't even know anyone… wait a minute what about Potter? He's still here."

"You mean James Potter?' asked the Professor in confusion.

"James… no it's Harry… wait, do you mean to tell me that, that's his father?"

"If you have confused him with looks, then I must say it might be. Now, it seems that you will be staying for quiet a while. I suggest that you pick up with your schooling from where you started. You did go to Hogwarts, am I correct?"

Draco answered with a nod, now looking back at the floor.

"And I take it you were in Slytherin, so that will remain the same, and I will give you your class timetable tomorrow morning."

Draco took this as an order to come and see the professor in the morning. He turned to leave when Dumbledore said "Oh, and I almost forgot, the password to your common room is 'Secrets'. Goodnight." Oh, and another thing, I must impress upon you the seriousness of telling others anything about the future, the consequences good be ghastly. That will be all. Goodnight"

Draco nodded slightly in understanding and headed out the door. He did not intend on going to his common room at the moment. He was going to take a walk around the lake to figure things out.

D-L-D-L

A colorful sunset followed Draco back into the school two hours later. He shivered a little bit as he entered the school, the warmth of the setting sun leaving him. He had thought a lot about his father and being stuck in this hell, but then he thought of Lily, and how it actually might be worth his while. He had never really been in love, but that had changed when he saw her. And she was concerned for him.

He decided he was hungry and made his way to the Great Hall. As he entered, he immediately looked over to the Gryffindor table (not something he would usually do) just to look for Lily. Yet instead he found that bloke, James. He was still a Potter in Draco's book, though. He sat at his usual table, disappointed. He didn't notice the greasy haired boy he sat next to until he said to Draco, "Pass the dinner rolls."

"What?" asked Draco, shocked at the face he was staring at.

"I said, pass the rolls. Oh sorry, please!" the boy said this last bit very disrespectfully and sarcastically; Draco was not used to someone talking to him in that way. Still, he shoved the rolls on to the boy's plate.

As the hooked nose boy tossed the extra rolls that had spilled on his plate back into their original basket, he sneered at Draco. "Oh, please, what are you, my mother?"

"It's Snape, right?" asked Draco not taking his eyes off the person sitting next to him. He could not believe that the person in front of him was his future Potions Master. He seemed quite unpopular.

"So, what if it is?" answered the boy looking at him with suspicion.

"Nothing, I was just asking," retorted Draco, suddenly in a bad mood. He never thought that Snape would act this way when he was younger, but what was Draco complaining about; he acted like that all the time.

He grabbed a dinner roll out of the brown wicker basket, shoved the roll in his mouth not bothering to butter it, and started on his way to the Slytherin Common room. Then he saw her. She was walking out of the Great Hall. Her head was held high and she looked angry about something. That Potter kid yelled after her, but she ignored him and pushed opened the double doors open with a lot of force as she made her way outside.

This was Draco's chance. He was going after her. He was not going to run after her though, none of that noble crap. No, he was smoothly going to win her heart over, the Slytherin way, no matter what it took.

A/N: So, are you satisfied? I hope you are! Please read and review. Don't expect all of the chapters to be this long. I'll try, but most likely it won't be. Thanks a bunch for sticking with me!

Lily's Lil Sis