Doppelganger, Part II
Missing Persons

Krystiana krissy@zahadum.com

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. (aka HP and all other characters belong to JKR and whole bunch of other people, blah, blah, blah...)

This story is in no way related to my other HP work in progress, "The Dark." For those of you that keep up with that story, a release of a new chapter might come as a surprise to you. I'm usually quite slow at releasing a new chapter.

The story is coming together, and it will start making a little bit more sense in the chapter after this one. Right now, you are meant to be confused, so don't worry if you are. *wink*

Version two of this chapter. After this, there SHOULD be only a version one of each chapter. Once again, humongous thanks to my beta, Emma Grant. Yer kicking ass. Woo-yah!! *waves flags and toots a horn*


A pretty woman was smiling at him. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair, and her smile grew when she saw his eyes open.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Not so bad, I suppose. Where am I?"

The woman chuckled. "The hospital wing, silly boy!"

Draco Malfoy immediately sat up as he remembered the last thing he'd seen.

Potter.

Potter in Slytherin colors, no less. As Draco thought about it, the colors looked better on the Gryffindor that the red and gold of his own house. That disgusting shade of red clashed with Potter's very green eyes…

Draco mentally slapped himself. Where had that thought come from?

"Is something wrong, Mr. Malfoy?"

The blonde looked up. The pretty woman who was watching over him was a painting on the wall. He had learned many things since coming to Hogwarts, one of them being that paintings were useful for the information they could give. "How did I get here, Ms…"

"Potter. Edelia Potter."

Draco stared at the painting. "How perfect," he muttered, rolling his head back. The beautiful woman was a painting of a Potter.

"What was that?" Edelia asked.

"Nothing. Do you know how I got here, Edelia?"

"My great-great-great grandson brought you here. Harry Potter's his name," Edelia said, her chest puffing up with pride. "He was the cause of the terrifying You-Know-Who's downfall, you know. My poor great-great-grandson died in that same attack. Oh, it was upsetting... but Harry is a true Potter. Perhaps you've heard of him?"

"I know who he is!" Draco snapped, annoyed at the entire situation. Why the hell did Potter have to haunt him so much?

Edelia sniffed. "Well… you're very rude." She turned her head a bit and called, "Madame Pomfrey! Your patient is awake!" As Madame Pomfrey bustled across the hospital wing to the side of Draco's bed, the painting added quietly, "and biting, I'm afraid."

"Awake, Mr. Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey asked. "Good. Eat this, and then you are free to return to your classes," she said, handing him a piece of chocolate. She turned to leave, but Draco stopped her, putting a hand on her arm.

"Will you tell me what happened?" Draco demanded.

Madame Pomfrey looked down at his hand, then back at him. "Remove your hand from me, Mr. Malfoy." Draco did so, and the nurse turned to face him. "Mr. Potter brought you here, saying that you had passed out. He put you on a bed, said he had to go to class and was late. I wrote him a pass, and ten minutes later, you woke up. Now I'm giving you orders to eat that chocolate and go to class."

Draco narrowed his eyes. The nurse had never liked him since he was quite often the cause of Potter's frequent visits to the hospital. "It should be obvious I'm not faking this time. Do you even know why I passed out? Or why I was feeling so dizzy before I passed out?"

Madame Pomfrey sighed. "Very well. Stand up, Mr. Malfoy, so I can give you a proper checkup."

Draco stood. The nurse looked into his eyes, and asked him to stand on one leg. "What were you doing before you became dizzy?" she asked.

"Nothing. I was going into the library."

"What did you eat for breakfast?"

"Sausage, eggs, and a roll."

Madame Pomfrey raised an eyebrow. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, I see absolutely no reason for you to have passed out, and seeing as how I can quite easily give a clean bill of health now, I will have to release you to your classes."

"What if it happens again?"

"Then come see me." Madame Pomfrey took a small piece of parchment out of her pocket. "What class are you supposed to be in?"

"If only ten minutes have passed since I passed out, then I still have a free period."

"Are you returning to the library?"

"Yes."

Madame Pomfrey scribbled something on the parchment. "That's a hall pass. You will go straight to the library," she said, handing it over to him. With that, she turned around and walked back into a small office across the wing.

Draco sighed, but still sat on the bed, mulling over the few minutes he had been awake. ~Potter brought me here,~ he thought. ~What possessed him to do that?~

"He wanted me to let you know he still didn't like you."

Draco looked up to see Edelia smiling at him. "What?"

"Harry said that he still didn't like you. Isn't it admirable that he'll still help an enemy in a time of need?"

Draco stood, sneering at the painting. "You're dead. In fact, you're not even Edelia. Stop swooning over people that are someone else's decendents, you old spook."

Edelia narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy. Do try to work on your attitude." Draco rolled his eyes and began walking towards the door of the hospital wing. As he headed out the door, he noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a mirror.

He saw his own reflection, but it wasn't him. His hair wasn't slicked back, and parts of it fell in his eyes. Draco reflexively put a hand to his own head, and felt the hair to be smooth and slick against his head. The reflection did the same.

As he watched, a second person entered the mirror. Harry Potter walked up beside his reflection and whispered something in the ear of his double.

The blonde Slytherin silently fled the hospital wing.

* * *

"Harry, why am I on the floor?" Draco asked, sitting up. Harry was holding him, looking at the blonde with concern in his eyes.

"You passed out, Draco. You haven't been eating right."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Don't bring that up again, Harry." He pushed himself away from Harry, standing up. "I feel perfectly fine, and I don't need you lecturing me." Draco began heading to the bathrooms.

"Draco, wait!" Harry stood as well, picking up his pace to catch up with Draco. "Why are you acting so pissed at me? You've been acting like this all day."

Draco did not stop walking. "Does 'shove off, Malfoy' sound familiar?" he hissed.

"No. Who said that to you, Draco?" Harry asked.

"You did."

Harry stared at Draco with an incredulous look. "No, I didn't."

"Why are you lying?" Draco asked, stopping in front of the bathroom door and turning back towards Harry. "You said it directly to me about an hour ago."

"I'm not lying!" Harry snapped. "I've not said something like that to you since our first year!"

Draco stared at Harry for a few solid moments. "You never said that?"

"No!"

Draco searched Harry's eyes a little bit longer, and then entered the bathroom. Harry stood outside, contemplating whether to follow Draco or not. He began walking away from the door, and then back again in indecision. Finally, he pushed the bathroom door open.

He walked up to Draco, who, of course, was staring in a mirror. Harry smirked. "You're so vain..." he whispered in a sing-song voice, in the tune of some Muggle "oldie." Usually, it made Draco laugh. Harry glanced into the mirror, startled to see Draco's reflection run out of the picture.

Draco was silent. "Something very strange is happening, Harry."

* * *

"Why aren't you two working on your homework?" Hermione demanded when she returned from the library, watching as Ron's queen knocked yet another one of Harry's pawns to pieces.

"We've already finished it, 'Mione," Harry said. "We finished it while you were in the library."

Hermione's eyebrows disappeared into her hair. "Really?"

"Yup," Ron said, sitting back in his chair and waiting for Harry to make his move. The game would be over in four moves; three if Harry moved his knight. "Would you mind looking over it for us?"

Hermione stared at the two of them. "I suppose." Both boys immediately reached to their sides and pulled out their books and parchment, as if they were prepared for that moment. They handed them over to Hermione. "I can't believe this," she muttered. "You two actually finished your homework." She wandered over to the sofa and took a seat.

Ron and Harry took their time finishing up their chess game, which Ron did finish in three moves, as he had predicted.

"Check mate, Harry."

Harry shrugged. He had been beaten by Ron enough times to not get the slightest bent out of shape over it. They meandered over to the sofa where Hermione was curled up.

"Your work looks good, but where are your essays for Snape?" she asked, reading over the last bit of Harry's essay for McGonagall.

Ron collapsed on the sofa next to Hermione. "It's not due for another three days, Hermione, and it's only a three-footer."

"And six if you like to write with inch-high letters," Hermione said, quoting Snape's speech from class. "That was directed specifically towards you, Ron, and you know it. You two haven't started it yet?"

"We'll start it tomorrow, Hermione," Ron yawned. "And I supposed you've already finished it."

"Of course!" She glanced back towards Harry's essay, reading over the last few lines. "You need a better concluding sentence, Harry," she said, looking back up. To her surprise, Harry was not beside the sofa. She turned her head, giving the Gryffindor common room a quick look-over. "Harry?" She looked back to Ron. "Where did Harry go?"

* * *

"Next lesson, bring me a paragraph on the properties of wormswort. I also want you to compare the effects of using it whole to using it diced." The first year Slytherin began packing up her things.

"Thank you, Draco. You're really helping me out a lot."

Draco smiled at the first year. "It's not a problem, Karine. Just as long as your grades start picking up in Potions."

Karine smiled back. "They already have been." She turned back to her things, putting her books and parchment in a pile. "I really do appreciate this, Draco…" she said. She picked up her things, turning back towards where the blonde had been standing.

"Draco?"

He was nowhere to be seen.

* * *

"Draco, we know something strange is happening, but we have absolutely no information. All we know is…" Harry paused.

"We know nothing, actually," Draco stated. "I met a person who looked exactly you, but wasn't you. And we both keep seeing strange things in mirrors."

"I keep seeing my reflection wearing a Gryffindor uniform. It's a little disconcerting."

Draco sighed, closing another book. "I don't even know what to look for."

"What should we do?"

He sighed once again. "I suppose we should just wait."

Harry sat back in his chair, balancing it on the back two legs. "I don't like waiting. Why does all the strange stuff happen to us, Draco?"

Draco looked sideways at Harry as he picked up another book and began to flip through it. "I think all the strange stuff happens to you, Harry, and I just get caught up in it, too. You're a magnet for weird."

Harry let his chair fall back to all fours with a small clatter. "Let's just go to bed, Draco. We're not going to figure anything out tonight."

The blonde looked at Harry, smirking. "What are you trying to insinuate, Harry?"

Harry stood up, grabbing, Draco's arm. "Nothing at all."

"Trying to bed me, Harry Potter?" Draco stood as well, beginning to clear up the books.

"Maybe," Harry said, reaching out and turning the blonde towards him. "What do you think?" He leaned forward and captured the blonde's lips in a kiss.

* * *

Harry didn't know how he got where he was at that moment, but he didn't particularly care. He was kissing someone, and fire was running through his veins.

Draco didn't know how he got where he was at the moment, either. His lips were wrapped around someone else's, their tongues curling together in an exotic dance. There were sparks everywhere in his body.

This was the perfect moment. The kiss was perfect. Whoever this was, they were perfect.

Harry's fingers were running through the other person's hair. It was soft and silky, though a little bit stiff in some places, as if it had hair gel in it.

Draco moaned, and reached out, trying to draw the other person's lips closer to his own. Their lips mashed together even harder, causing a shudder to erupt from both of them.

The kiss slowed down, and both boys finally stopped, ending with them just holding each other.

Slowly, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter opened their eyes, each finding himself staring at his sworn rival.

To be continued. Keeehahaha. I torture.

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