Author's Notes: Thank you for those who reviewed, anywayz, since I have nothing to do, I better make myself useful. (I actually woke up at 8 AM after sleeping about 12 MN). Again, be noted that English isn't my first language. So there would be grammatical mistakes here.. well, it isn't really horrible.. J

Pairing: Harry/Draco slash, if you can't deal with it, then close this window. I'm not forcing you to read you know. J

Setting: barely a year after GoF

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are JK Rowling's.

ACROSS TIME

Part One: Voices

"Really, Harry, next time you think you can't sleep, at least try to bring your Invisibility Cloak before you wander across the hallways, what if Filch saw you? You're lucky that you weren't seen! What if--" Hermione lectured Harry for about the hundredth after he had told her what happened last night. He tuned out of her sermon, unable to hear anymore.

Looking at Ron, he shrugged and turned to Professor Binns, the professor for History of Magic. He would very much like to listen to him than listen to Hermione fussing about his little escapade last night, although he purposely left the 'weird voices' part since it would make Hermione a little bit fussier.

"--Nicholas Flamel owned the Philosopher's Stone, I really don't recall the details about it, but anyway, we also have the greatest alchemist of all time, it is Paracelsus--," Professor Binns droned on and on leaving several students nearly sleeping on their desks.

Harry turned on his parchment and started to scribble blindly, not really thinking about what he's drawing, it's just like moving his hands automatically. He was sketching and drawing lines until he felt someone nudge him on the rib quite painfully.

"What now Ron?" he asked turning to his best friend who was currently gaping at the drawing he was working on.

Ron blinked and stared some more, "I didn't know you are good in sketching," he awed, "who's that?" he asked, pointing at his half-finished illustration.

For the first time, Harry *really* saw what he was drawing, he was drawing a beautiful medieval woman. She looked like some kind of a royalty. From her straight hair to her perfect brows, her straight nose and small mouth.. but most of all, the specific feature that captured his breath was the eyes. It was somewhat familiar. It's as if he already saw those eyes, somewhere.

'Only where did I see those eyes?'

"I reckon she's your ideal woman, huh?" Ron suddenly said, heedless of the fact that he surprised the daylights off Harry.

"Say Harry, if I'm not mistaken, I say her face is vaguely familiar, eminently the eyes… those really stood out most." Ron continued raising his brows in question while turning to face Harry.

"You could say that" Harry mouthed, as he returned to stare at the sketch on his desk. Unaware of someone's eyes leaving holes on the back of his head.

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"Say Potter, did you wet your pants last night?" a voice hissed just after they got out of Professor Binn's hearing range. Harry together with Ron and Hermione whirled around, the voice was already familiar to him, and was quietly surprised to find Malfoy, alone. For once.

"My pants is anything but your business, Malfoy, why show sudden interest?" Harry spat, saying the first words that came to his head, not really thinking about the subtext.

Malfoy's eyes widened not expecting *that* kind of comeback. 'A little kinky, I guess', his cheeks burned a little pink tinge. He looked down and saw the drawing Harry was holding. His eyes quickly narrowed into slits and snatched the paper from Harry's.

"Give it back here Malfoy!" Harry protested.

But Malfoy was no longer aware of Harry being there, he was entranced because of the drawing, somehow…. He knew that woman! Not only knew but…

"I think I'm coming up with a headache," Malfoy whispered as he handed back the paper to Harry and sauntered away.

"That's it? He's just gone away without so much as a goodbye-insult?" Hermione whispered.

"This day is getting weirder and weirder" Ron added.

Harry could only nod in agreement. He was speechless as to what he saw on Malfoy's face when he examined the drawing. His face was dawned with…. *comprehension*

But what was there to comprehend… but the drawing?

So, he wasn't crazy when he admitted to himself that the drawing was a bit familiar. Not a bit. But a WHOLE lot bit. It's like that woman was part of him.

"Harry.. Harry? HARRY?!" Hermione called, catching Harry's attention from those trail of thoughts. He would just think about them later.

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'Now where did I see that woman?'

Draco Malfoy asked himself for the hundredth time. He wasn't only thrown away by the woman, it was also because of the detailed way that sodding Potter drew her. He stood up, clearing his thoughts about Potter and faced his full-body mirror.

'where.. WHERE did I see that woman?' he asked himself in the mirror, but his reflection only shrugged, not offering answers.

You promised me… you promised me that you won't forget..

Draco looked around, he knew he was alone since he was the only one who didn't bother to go down for breakfast. So, the voices are back.

He quickly looked in the mirror and was dumbfounded. He wasn't looking in the mirror of himself.

'She was the woman!' he said to himself as his eyes widened until they could do no more. He wasn't surprised because of the different reflection or the different woman on *his* mirror. But he was blown away by the fact that.

"She's got my eyes" he whispered to the woman. As the woman crinkled her tiny little mouth to smile, she even nodded a little before deforming back into Draco's reflection. Now that Draco saw the *colored* and *live* version of the woman, he couldn't deny that…

"She's… ME?"

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AN: Thank you, thank you for all those reviewed. I got this chapter finished much faster because of you people. You guys are such ego-boosters, thank you. I'll try to get the next chapter finished. J