Author's Notes: Thank you for those who reviewed. I know you know who you are. Okay, anyway, this chapter deals a LOT about their past lives, I know it's pretty boring and you all would be shouting "GOD! Just snog already!" but it can't be helped, the story needed that section.. ok?. ^_^

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 Two: The Dream

Draco Malfoy was pacing nervously at the Slytherin Common Room, nearly burning trail marks along the carpet. His face was twitching as if in pain but his jaw was set and lips were pressed together forming a thin line indicating that he was in deep thought. Nothing but the eyes betrayed how confused he was. Finally after heaving a sigh, he sat down on one chair facing the fireplace.

'She can't be me! Who was she anyway? Why does she have my eyes, hair, lips, nose… having my traits are almost forbidden!' he thought, his own narcissism showing, "seriously, she couldn't even be my twin! Could she?' he nearly laughed out loud when he analyzed the absurdity it brought.

Suddenly his solace was interrupted when someone practically jumped on his lap. Argh. Pansy. Why couldn't she grant him one wish and get off him and leave him alone?

'I know I'm good looking but that doesn't mean I have to put up with her 'playful come-ons', I'd rather sleep with Potter than endure her endless flirting'

"Hey Pansy" he greeted coldly, with his teeth clenched. He tried to subtly push Pansy off his lap but to no avail, "Pansy, do you mind if I just--" he shifted, "--go to the bathroom?" he asked, mustering all the courtesy her was taught. He's really not like this but, this day, he doesn't feel like starting another 'I-hate-you' fest with Pansy by just pushing her off. Merlin only knows how much he wanted to.

Pansy fluttered her eyelashes trying to look seductive but only ended up looking like someone with an eye ailment. She even tried the 'innocent-demure' look, which made Malfoy hide a snigger, "It's alright" she said, even going as far as whispering his name seductively afterwards, before standing up.

Draco rolled his eyes and climbed up to the boys' dormitory. Seeking silence where he could think. Seriously. The last thing on his mind now is having to face that horse-faced, or was it dog-faced? Pansy.

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Lying on his bed after muttering 'good night' after his housemates, Harry took out the parchment where he drew the portrait of that mysteriously familiar girl. He reached for his wand and;

"Lumos" he whispered as the light appeared on the tip of his wand, illuminating his bed and making the illustration visible. She really was beautiful. Was it possible to fall in love with your own artwork? Probably not. Anyway, the only question right now is: How in the name of all wizards did he draw that woman, more so, why is she so bloody familiar?!

He stared at the drawing, God only knows for how long and eventually fell asleep.

[ dream sequence -- which actually happened a century ago ]

Harry stood in the middle of some shabby old house with two people inside. A woman and a man. He decided to watch since apparently, neither of them noticed Harry's presence.

"This can't be happening, you know why, this wasn't supposed to happen! I was reputed to hate you! Not to be like this!" the woman in her late teens whispered urgently to the young man beside him. Both appeared to be of the same age and both appeared to be hiding since they're glancing every now and then across the window of the shabby, run-down place they're in, obviously nervous and fidgety.

"Look Dracaena, I'm not giving up on you and you know that!" the young man said, turning to the girl, or rather, Dracaena and putting his hands on her shoulders. Shaking her mildly as if to make her understand what he was saying.

A tear was already forming on Dracaena's grayish-silver eyes, "See here Harold, you may not give up BUT my father wouldn't give me up either, and once they've found out that you're with me, they'll have your head on a silver platter served at dinner!.. not only that, but I love my father, Harold, I can't just leave him!" she cried, her tears pouring shamelessly on her pale, almost translucent cheeks.

The young man, Harold, held the young woman's face; fighting the urge to bawl himself.

"Do you love me?" he asked solemnly as if his life depended on her answer, he traced her lips with his fingertips, "Tell me, I need to know," he urged.

Dracaena nodded softly but whispered, "I love my parents too, Harold. I can't just leave them" she looked guiltily into Harold's eyes, begging for understanding. He sighed, then he seemed to come up into a conclusion, "I understand, but then, we need to part ways, I will leave you"

Her eyes widened and watered as she turned to her lover, her shoulders visibly shaking from hidden frustration. Their love was forbidden, both knew that from the very beginning. Both family have some silly feud between them and from what they've heard, it all started from their fathers both wanting the same woman. Very silly it seemed, but it wasn't. They tried to fight off their feelings from the moment they laid their eyes on each other, but was left in vain. Their feelings returned twice the intensity when they're denying it. So why deny the undeniable. They know it's inevitable.

"You can't leave me!" she said, her voice pleading.

Harold's eyes bored into hers, his emerald eyes measuring her, "Then come with me" he replied.

Dracaena collapsed unto the dirty old wooden floor, sobbing. "You KNOW why I couldn't!"

Harold sighed and bent down, "I understand. Don't cry now. Where's the strong and stubborn woman I've met before?" he asked.

She looked up to him slightly smiling despite her tears. Harold leaned forward and touched her lips with his, "Just promise me one thing" he whispered after the kiss.

"Anything" she told him.

"Promise me you'll never forget me. Promise me!" he asked her, his voice becoming the little panicky.

"I promise. I'll never forget you. I love you" she said. Then she turned suddenly on the window upon hearing the hooves of horses from a distance. It seemed to be getting nearer and nearer.

Harold smiled painfully, "I'll find a way to be with you again. I'll find you even after death. I promise I'll remember you next time we meet, whatever you'll look like. I'll love you, as much as I love you now, if not more." He told her, feeling her of promises she know he would keep.

Tears were again streaming on her cheeks, she ushered him to leave, "Goodbye. You need to go now before--"

The door had burst open cutting her sentence. There stood a sadistic-looking old man, "Dracaena!" he motioned to her, and muttered something to his men, which accompanied him on his way.

Dracaena scampered to her father's feet, begging, "Father don't! Spare him please!" she screamed to her father who hadn't paid any heed to his daughter's desperate screams.

Harry couldn't bear to watch anymore, "RUUUN!!!!" he yelled at the top of his voice with his eyes closed unable to watch. The next time he opened his eyes he saw Ron towering over his head wearing his night pajamas, "HARRY! What's happening to you? Why are you calling me?! Why are you shouting?!!,"

Harry sat up and reached out for his glasses, after putting them on, he looked up to see Ron's face twitching with concern, next to him was Dean together with Seamus and at the foot of his bed, sat Neville. All of them bearing the same expressions on their faces.

Harry sighed, "I wasn't calling you Ron, I was yelling 'run' not Ron, and no it wasn't my scar" he added after seeing Ron motioning to his scar.

"Thanks for the concern anyway" he told the others who were still yawning from being woken up in the middle of their sleep. He motioned them to return to their beds, which they happily did after reassuring them that he was perfectly fine.

"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" Ron asked, concern still marking his features, "I mean, I could stay if… if you want.. me to..," he added silently, his expression unreadable. He suddenly became very interested on Harry's blanket.

Harry shook his head, "No, I'm alright, Thank you" he told him as he take off his glasses.

"Okay, if you say so. Good night Harry" Ron said before leaving him for his bed.

"Thanks again!" Harry called out to him and was given a slight nod.

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After Ron left him, he found himself alone with his thoughts and his dream. He replayed his own dream on his mind again and again so he wouldn't forget. He couldn't help but notice how much Dracaena resembled his…. 'Oh. My. Goodness. My DRAWING!' he quickly drew out the parchment from underneath his bed and he stared at it for a whole minute.

'Now come to think of it, she looks like… hmmmm…. Where did I see this kind of face?' he thought for a moment, trying to find anyone he knew who has a feature or two of the woman until…

"Bloody hell, she looks like… MALFOY!" he whispered under his breath, thoroughly shocked. How in the world Dracaena, the beautiful, loving and KIND woman could also look like Draco, the cruel Slytherin whose past time is to make his life miserable is beyond Harry's understanding. After he overcame his initial shock, he pushed their stunning resemblance at the back of his mind to focus his attention on that young man, rather, Harold. With his unruly raven hair to his green eyes down to his straight nose…. NO WAY!

First, that Dracaena looked like Draco, now Harold's supposed to look like him? What in the world does the dream trying to imply? Hell, even their names seemed to join their conspiracy against them.

Did I miss something here?

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Author's Notes: hmm.. that cleared the resemblance thing. Right? Now, please reviews. That is, if you want to. ^_^ if you would, I would be eternally grateful to you! Now, I'm off to write the third part.. byebye!