Doppelganger
Part IV: Possession

by Krystiana
krissy@zahadum.com

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Once again, big thanks to ze beta, Emma Grant!! *dances around Emma with lollypops and sparkly things*
Trust me... you wouldn't want to have this chapter without her tearing it apart first. It's for the best. ^___^

Draco stood in front of the vanity, glaring at his reflection. His reflection glared right back at him.

"You look as if you're angry with ME," his reflection said, narrowing his eyes.

"I am."

"I only show the truth. Don't blame me for your getting a pimple on the end of your nose."

"I am NOT getting a pimple!" Draco snapped.

"All right, I lied," his reflection said in a bored tone. "You look perfect today, as usual. So why, may I ask, are you angry at me?"

"Because any moment now, you'll transform into a complete wanker who's in love with Harry Potter!" Draco exclaimed, spinning on his heel and walking away from the mirror.

"You're in love with Harry Potter?!"

"No!"

"Well, I'm you. If I'm in love with Potter, so are you!"

"I am not!" Draco furiously turned back towards the mirror. "And you are not me. I am me."

"And I am a reflection of you, so I am whatever *you* are. Including in love with Potter, if that's the case." His reflection smirked at him. "So what do you see in him? His graceful Gryffindor charm?"

"Shut UP!" Draco yelled, throwing his hands into the air and stalking out of his dorm room.

Pansy stood in the hall, staring at him as he stormed past. "Who were you yelling at?"

"The mirror."

"Again?"

* * *

"I don't know, Draco. Maybe these visions are trying to tell us something."

"Like what?" Draco said. "That you'd still have to wear glasses if you were in Gryffindor?"

Harry finished putting on his robes and settled on the bed. "No... maybe it's just showing me what my life may have been like had I been sorted into Gryffindor." He lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. "So many people have told me that I was meant to wear red and gold. Maybe these visions are showing me what was supposed to be."

Suddenly, Draco pinned Harry down to the mattress with a furious look on his face. "It doesn't matter who your parents were, or what 'everyone' says. These visions are just messing with your head, because you are a Slytherin. You are my Slytherin."

Harry searched Draco's eyes for a moment. "Maybe I was meant to be a Gryffindor."

"If you were meant to be in Gryffindor, you'd be in Gryffindor." Draco pecked Harry on the lips before allowing him to sit up. "Besides, you'd look horrible in red and gold."

Harry smirked at his lover as he stood. "You're so sweet, Draco."

* * *

Immediately after Transfiguration, Harry headed for the library. Lunch was next, and he then had a free period. He planned on skipping lunch and researching all the way through until Care of Magical Creatures. Harry had every intention of finding out what was happening to him. He was starting to be seriously annoyed by these visions in the mirrors implying that he should have been in Slytherin.

He also had no intention of waking up and finding himself kissing Malfoy ever again.

But when Harry approached the shelves, he realized that he had absolutely no clue where to begin. How could he search for answers when he didn't even know what questions to ask?

It was the kind of problem he needed Hermione's help to solve.

However, Harry didn't exactly want to tell her that he had been kissing Draco Malfoy, or that he had been very close to being sorted into Slytherin years ago. Aside from Dumbledore, no one knew that particular secret of his, and Harry intended to keep it that way.

Harry found himself staring at the titles of the books, but not really reading any of them. What did he know of the situation thus far? He'd seen some strange things in mirrors and had some bizarre encounters with a Malfoy who was very different from the one he knew. Harry also had some memory gaps, and twice had found himself in a completely different place than he had been only a few moments before...

After considering for a few minutes, he decided to check out some books on possession. It was a logical explanation. After all, from what he had learned in his Defense against the Dark Arts class, he had all the symptoms. Despite the situation, he snickered to himself, knowing that Malfoy had the exact same ailments.

He pulled a few books off the shelf and settled down at a table. He began skimming through book after book, writing down things he thought might be important.

"Harry?" Harry jumped, looking up to see Hermione across the table. "I was wondering what you were doing. We missed you at lunch."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, closing the book he had been reading.

"Ron's in the hospital wing. Lavender had some so-called 'cosmetic' potion that was supposed to soften skin. She spilled it all over him."

"What happened to him?"

"His skin was soft, all right... just a little bit too soft. It was kind of... dripping."

Harry flinched. "Ouch."

"Yes, so he won't be in Care of Magical Creatures with us today. Madame Pompfrey said he should be okay by dinner."

"That's good," Harry said, absently tracing the title of one of the books in front of him.

Hermione searched Harry's face for a moment. "Harry, can I ask you a question?"

Harry nodded.

Hermione sat down in the chair across from Harry. "Why won't you tell us who you were kissing last night? Don't you trust us?"

Harry let out a rushing sigh. "It's not that Hermione. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"That kiss wasn't... on purpose."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Well, neither of us really meant to kiss the other."

Hermione let out a short laugh. "Harry, I may have been watching from a distance, but I could tell you were enjoying yourself." She grinned, and leaned forward. "Besides, almost all first kisses aren't 'on purpose.'"

Harry looked down at the table. It was true - although he'd had no idea how the kiss started, he was the one who continued it. Harry had liked finding himself in that kiss. He unconsciously put a hand up to his lips, feeling them tingle in memory.

Realizing Hermione was watching him, he quickly covered it by leaning his arm on the table.

"Harry, are you all right?"

He looked straight back at Hermione, feeling a sudden urge to confess everything to her. However, Hermione knew that he had enjoyed that kiss, and he couldn't possibly tell her that it had been Draco Malfoy, of all people.

Harry took off his glasses and put his head on the table.

He did not want to deal with this right now.

Hermione sighed, and looked at the books surrounding Harry. She picked one of them up to look at the title.

~'The Logic and Theory of Possession and Control?'~ Hermione chewed on her bottom lip. Out of muggle habit, she turned the book over to see if there was a description of it on the back, which, of course, there was not.

"Harry, why are you researching this?"

A few seconds passed before Harry answered in a very quiet voice. "It's for Occlumency."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I though you weren't studying Occlumency with Professor Snape anymore."

Harry still did not raise his head, and again let a few seconds pass before replying. "I'm studying with Dumbledore. In secret. You weren't supposed to know."

Snickering, Hermione accepted this answer, and flipped open the book, skimming over the introduction. She heard the door open and close behind her, and she turned around to see who had entered the library. Draco Malfoy stormed in, stopping for a brief moment when he spotted Harry and Hermione. He gritted his teeth and quickly disappeared into the stacks.

~That was strange,~ Hermione thought. Usually, Malfoy would stop to exchange insults with them before going on his way. Today, however, he looked merely annoyed by their presence.

Movement out of the corner of her eye made Hermione turn back towards Harry. He had lifted his head up, and Hermione noticed his eyes looked glassy. He didn't look at her. In fact, he didn't appear to be looking at anything.

"Harry?" Ignoring her, Harry stood up, leaving his glasses on the table. He began walking away from the table, towards the library doors.

"Harry! Wait!" Hermione stood as well, turning to follow Harry. However, she stopped almost immediately. Something was not right.

As Harry was walking away from her, Hermione noticed that something about his entire body seemed out of focus. He was positively shimmering as he opened the door and exited the library. Hermione noticed, as he turned, that the crest on his robes was no longer red and gold, but silver and green.

Hermione quickly began walking to catch up with him, but stopped again when Malfoy swept past her, leaving the same way Harry had. Malfoy had the same out of focus look to him. Hermione rubbed her eyes, wondering if something was wrong with her vision. She looked at her own hand, which appeared normal.

Without another second's consideration, she ran out of the library.

* * *

"There you are! I missed you at lunch." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry.

"I'm sorry... I was in the library, trying to figure out what the hell has been happening to us."

Draco smiled. "Harry, give it a rest for a while. For right now, it's nothing more than some visions in a mirror, so worry about it when it actually becomes something."

"What about that feeling you had yesterday?"

Draco shrugged. "If it happens again, we'll go talk to Professor Snape. I've barely seen you today. I'm worried about you, you know. And I'm tired of listening to you whine about how you were 'supposed to have been a Gryffindor.'"

Harry grinned back at his lover. "You convinced me this morning that I'm a Slytherin."

"MY Slytherin."

"That's right." Harry leaned in to kiss him, but Draco suddenly doubled up in pain, clutching his stomach. "Draco?! What's wrong?"

Dropping his books, Draco collapsed on the floor. "Something's... trying to pull me away from here. It's cold..."

"Draco!" Harry gathered Draco up his arms, brushing hair away from his eyes. "You're not being taken anywhere!" He put a hand to Draco's forehead, which was burning up. "We're going to the hospital wing."

"No... it's trying to take you, too," Draco said, looking up at Harry, clenching his teeth in pain. "Don't you feel it?"

Harry stared at Draco, searching for some sensation of being pulled. He felt nothing. "I don't want to go, Harry..."

"Sssh, love," Harry said, lifting Draco up. "You're not going anywhere. You're staying here with me." He began walking, but stopped when a sudden shiver went through Draco.

* * *

"HARRY?!"

Harry turned around to see Hermione staring at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He quickly realized that he was holding someone in his arms. Harry yelled something incomprehensible and dropped Draco Malfoy on the floor.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Draco put his hand to the back of his head, his lips twisting into a snarl. "What the hell, Potter? Where the hell were you carrying me to?" He opened his eyes and glared at Harry.

"I don't KNOW!"

Hermione stood, merely staring at the both of them, her mouth opening and closing, but not saying anything.

Draco stood, wincing. "You bruised me, Potter. What is this, another screwed-up spell? You perverted bastard, what are trying to do to me?"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Both boys shut their mouths and looked over at Hermione.

"That's exactly what I'd like to know," Draco said, sneering at Harry. "What the fuck did you do to us, Potter?"

Harry glared back. "It's obviously your fault - you aren't even trying to fix it!"

"Oh, and you are?"

"This is some spell that YOU cast to get back at me for what I did to your father!"

"Once I get back at you for that, it will NOT be something this mundane -"

"Both of you, BE QUIET." Draco turned his icy stare on Hermione when she spoke. Hermione stared right back at him, her jaw set out. Harry recognized Hermione's stubborn look and knew that not even Draco Malfoy could refuse her.

"You two are going to see Dumbledore. NOW."

To be continued....

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(Meeting with Dumbledore next! Sparks FLY!!! Mwaha.)