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Hermione in her pyjamas. Dobby is cute. Draco uses a sandwich as a pillow!

"Wha?"

His voice came out croaky and wavering. Draco's eyes wildly scanned the room for answers, But his limbs shook from the effort of trying to sit up, either that or fear.
This couldn't be happening.

"Hello…" Throat threatening to close even as he spoke that word.

He was right there, at Hogwarts! Meeting Hermione on the train, getting sorted into Gryffindor, playing nice with the original DA gang - even chatting to Hermione through the charmed parchment!

What happened?!

The room was still shrouded in darkness, the lightly glowing face of his grandfather clock showed the time as midnight; the same as when he awoke before.

Swaying slightly, he got to his feet and clicked his fingers. Soft lighting sprung from the lamps placed around the room, casting a warm glow over his childhood bedroom. The wooden wall panels were light green with gold detailing and edging. Tasteful, and elegant. How Draco wished he couldn't see them.

It had happened again. He had travelled through time again. From the looks of his packed Hogwarts trunk, he had gone back to the start of his first day.

All that effort they had put in the previous day; trying to act normal, trying to fit in, trying to figure out what in Merlin's saggy drawers was going on?

Wasted, completely wasted. And what's worse, if they couldn't figure out what was happening, chances are they would be stuck in a time loop.

His breathing increased, hands clenched into fists that shook with frustration. He never wanted to feel this out of control again. Back when Voldemort was rising, he had had no say in his own future. He was expected to follow blindly, to kneel and be humiliated for his 'masters' gratification.

At least then he had been able to see an end. Taking each day as it came he was able to fight, struggle...to make some sort of progress towards taking back control of his own life. But this…How can you fight time itself?!

What if this kept going on forever? Repeating, day after day. Never moving forward, never making progress, just an endless loop.

A growl bubbled up from his throat, encompassing him completely as the sound ripped into an anguished cry. In a crazed motion Draco began destroying his possessions, flipping his study table, smashing anything delicate and throwing priceless family heirlooms into the wall panels.

Frustrated tears poured down his face as he sunk to the floor in a defeated heap.

'POP!'

Jolting in surprise, Draco found himself staring into a pair of large green eyes the size of tennis balls.

"Dobby?!"

The house elf was standing awkwardly in front of him, twisting his hands together and twitching slightly. Dressed in his customary pillowcase and looking as filthy as ever, Dobby's eyes were staring intently at the young Malfoy.

It took two seconds for Draco to register the sight, before letting out an excited squeal and leaping at the frightened creature. Before Dobby could flinch away, Draco had him in an almost bone crushing hug.

"DOBBY! Ahahahahahaha!" His laughter was almost hysterical as he gripped Dobby's small frame.

"Ma…master D-Draco Malfoy, sir?" His voice was hesitant and shaky, like he couldn't quite understand what sort of punishment this was supposed to be.

Drawing back from the hug slightly, Draco could see Dobby eyeing his trashed room. The elf was still twitching slightly and Draco realised this was because he hadn't gone and told his father yet. Thinking quickly, he made a decision.

"Dobby…" He said sternly, drawing the elf's gaze back to him. "Do not tell my father about this." The elf still looked doubtful and started twitching even more. "If you fix everything and agree to help me, then there wouldn't be a reason to tell him, would there?"

The trembling stopped immediately, and a small sly smile came across Dobby's face.

"Dobby is to tell Master Malfoy if Master Draco Malfoy is causing trouble…" He clicked his fingers, causing the trashed room to right itself instantly. He then turned to Draco, "Master Malfoy, sir. Master Malfoy is causing trouble, sir".

Once again Draco burst out laughing. Dobby followed with a small nervous laugh of his own.

"Dobby, I had no idea you were so Slytherin! This is brilliant!"

"Master Draco Malfoy? You is saying you needed Dobby's help?"

Nodding in response, Draco stood back up and stepped away from Dobby.

"Right, I need you to check for foreign magic on me. Possibly time related."

The little elf's face scrunched up comically for a second, before furrowing in concentration. He moved in circles round Draco, palms facing the young wizard. Trying not to move, Draco followed Dobby's movements with his eyes. He appeared to be moving his palms in complex patterns and murmuring softly. Suddenly with a sharp movement, Dobby snapped his palms back and a golden mist sprung from Draco's body. It slowly rotated around him, like particles of glowing sand, sending tingles across his skin. It looked just like when Hermione was destroying the time sands.

"Master Draco Malfoy, sir…"

"Just Draco Is fine."

Dobby let out a nervous laugh at that, "Master Draco…Malfoy…"

Eyes focused on the glittering dust, Draco sighed and motioned for Dobby to continue.

"Dobby has not seen magic like this before, but Dobby is knowing of it sir. It is from sands of time, sir. They is used in time turners." He added helpfully. Reaching up, Dobby pointed to a thin thread of the sand that vanished through the wall.

"Is Dobby right in saying that you is not the only one with this, sir?"

"Yeah, a witch by the name of Hermione Granger was there when…When I got contaminated."

"Dobby understands! Dobby will be right back!"

"Wait Dobby, what?!"

But the elf was gone, his small hand touched the golden thread and a cracking sound was left in his wake. Draco was left there, dumbstruck as he was surrounded by the floating particles. What the bloody hell was he supposed to do now?! He could only hope that his father didn't suddenly have an urge to check on his only son's well being - never did before. Sighing dramatically and spinning slowly on the spot, Draco zoned out while he waited for Dobby to return.

In what seemed like no time at all, the elf popped back into the room accompanied by a rather dishevelled Hermione. Her hair was crazier than ever, sticking up at all angles, her pyjamas rumpled and - yellow with pink unicorns over it - his lips pursed as he tried not to laugh.

"Morning Minister!" He couldn't help but grin at her cheekily.

"Oh, shove it Draco." She looked a bit grumpy, but he could see a small smile tug at her mouth. "Well this is a right mess," she huffed, stomping over to his bed and perching on the edge. "I just don't get it!" She flung her arms in the air and fell back onto the bed.

"Dobby will fetch sir and his guest some Refreshments!" Dobby looked quite pleased and almost did a jig before vanishing with a soft pop.

"What…Did you do to Dobby?"

"Nothing," she said defensively, "just treated him with the decency he deserves."

Rolling his eyes, Draco laid down next to her, legs swinging off the edge of the bed. "Ahh, spew is it?"

"S.P.E.W!" She lightly smacked his arm as she corrected him, getting an amused snort in response.

He wanted to ask her - she would probably already have a theory - what if it was what he feared?

"Do you think it was something we did? The first day I mean. Or..." he took a deep breath, turning to look at her worriedly, "do you think it's on an automatic loop due to the explosion?"

"I won't lie to you Draco, it might be the second option. Really hoping it's not!" She chuckled darkly. "But we might be stuck on loop endlessly. 'Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time'. Ha! If I only took my own advice! I guess I just…Thought I could do it, you know?"

"Always had a big ego Granger, haven't you?" He felt the corner of his lip quirk as he watched her reaction.

Hermione's brow furrowed at his jibe. "Twat"

This only caused Draco's smirk to grow. "Language Minister! Your husbands slovenly speech is contagious, I see." Laughing nervously, Draco fiddled with the edge of the duvet. "Was it…did you see the sparks? Came from my wand arm, I think."

"Like directly from the wand?"

"No," he shook his head as thought over his response, "more like from under my own skin."

Hermione digested his words with a thoughtful nod. "How odd."

He sat up instantly. "What do you mean? How did you get sent back?"

"The 'sparks' came from the parchment, the one I made," her face fell into a slight frown, eyes glazing over as they took a strange far away look.

Well, there would be no talking to her now. She had the 'thinking face' on. He had seen it on her enough times to know that nobody could get through to her when she is this deep in thought, not even Harry or Ron. She would probably stay like that for hours.

Might as well make good use of himself; he got up and was intending to check over his Hogwarts things again, but the tray of snacks laying on his desk had suddenly caught his eye.

"Thanks Dobby," he murmured, taking a seat at the desk. Brain buzzing slightly, he began slowly picking at the food for something to do.

The next thing he knew, Hermione was shaking him. Stupidly looking up at her, he watched as she pulled a piece of lettuce off his face. Must have fallen asleep on a sandwich. "Honestly Draco, your almost as bad as Ron!"

"I take offence to that," he drawled, the effect quite lost due to the fact he probably had other bits of the sandwich stuck to his face.

She shook her head, chuckling slightly. "Yes, I'm sure." She then licked her thumb and was going to rub it on his face, as if to smudge away dirt.

"Merlin, damn it! Granger, get off!" He swatted at her with irritation as he tried to scoot away. This just caused her to smile wider. "You're being annoying on purpose, aren't you?"

But Hermione froze as inspiration struck her. "I think I know what we have to do."

He waited for her to continue, but she started shuffling and looking rather sheepish.

"What?" He pressed.

"You're not going to like it."

"Just spit it out, Minister!"

She snorted at that, chuckling darkly. "Okay, but I warned you!"