Draco Back in Time.
Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Part one

Something had gone terribly wrong in Potion that day. Of course, what else could be expected when Malfoy was paired with Longbottom. Appearantly Professor Snape felt quite mashocistic that morning, and Draco assumed he was punishing him for something, what in particular he wasn't sure about yet. But he was sure to find out as soon as the class was dismissed. Until then, he was stuck in his own personal little Hell. Longbottom was slowly driving him over the edge onto the ground of fury or insanity -- which ever came first. He had made the Gryffindor stir the Potion, figuring it was the one and only thing he could not mess up. He was wrong of course, and although he had a bad feeling about it, he waved the unease away and settled with a disapproving scowl and then spent the rest of the potion brewing ignoring him.

He had just finished cutting the newt tails and added them to the darkpurple liquid, when someone behind them dropped a book, which landed on the floor with a loud thud. Both Longbottom and Malfoy jumped, and looked alarmed at Ron Weasley who picked the book up and mumbled an apology to anyone, and everyone. Malfoy scowled harder as he turned back, and sneered at Longbottom, "What are you staring at, you useless twat? Keep stirring!" he hissed and began to sort his parchments out, before writing down the last notes and tucking it into his bookbag.

Longbottom started at Malfoys' words and began to stir again rather quickly, forgetting to stir counter-clockwise as he had been doing in the first place. Malfoy didn't realize it, perhaps because he wasn't bothering to check, and Longbottom wasn't even aware of the importance of following the textbook that literally, so the mistake went unnoticed. When the Gryffindor had stirred for another minute, Malfoy told him to stop, and poured the content of the cauldron into an unmarked glass flask, and marked it before putting it aside. It didn't take long before the professor ordered the rest of the class to do the same, and he then went on reading aloud the names of those who would test the potion. "Weasley, Goyle, Bulstrode, Potter, Zabini, Malfoy..."

Oh yes, Draco was so being punished. He felt an erge to pout, but restrained himself and settled for another scowl, before taking the flask and downing its content into his mouth. Longbottom stared expectantly at him, and he sneered back. That seemed to calm the Gryffindor, who let out a sigh of relief and looked around the room and only then noticed the faces his fellow classmates were putting on as the bitter taste of the potion lingered. Now, Longbottom wasn't that observant normally, but Malfoy hadn't made a face like that, he thought. It took another few minutes before the thought made its impact and he spun round in his seat and stared in panic at the blond. "What?" Malfoy squeaked nervously, afraid he'd sprung hornes or changed skin colour or something he wasn't aware of himself. Longbottom just shook his head and took another relieved breath, but the worried frown was still in place and Malfoy opened his mouth to question it, but stopped himself, and shook his head, clearing it from any thoughts about the Gryffindor or suspiciousness regarding the potion.

Harry Potter came up to them just as Draco felt his insides wrench apart. The pain rose steadily, as Harry talked to Longbottom. Draco clutched his stomach and gasped for air, and both boys snapped their heads up and stared at him in alarm. Draco fell from his chair, and pressed his eyes shut as he hit the stone floor. He kept his eyes shut as he writhed in pain, and clutched his stomach desperately, while gasping for air. He curled into a fetal position, trying to crawl into a little ball, as if to protect himself from the pain; only it came from the inside, so it wasn't succeeding very well.

Within seconds, Potter was kneeling by his side, trying to gather him into his arms and screaming something, but Draco didn't hear what it was. Within another few seconds, he was pulled away, as the Potion Master came into view, although the sight was quite blurred to Draco by that point.

"Mr Malf- Draco! Draco, do you hear me?" Professor Snape yelled, he was panicking and at his side, Potter was fidgeting nervously, biting down on his lower lip, quite panicked himself. "What happened?" the Potion Master roared and Longbottom visibly paled before fainting and falling to the floor himself. The thump slightly louder than the one Draco had created.

Then, just as sudden as it arrived, the pain ceased. Draco relaxed every fiber in his body and lay lifeless in the arms of the professor, panting. The Potion Master looked down in confusion and Harry Potter flung himself down on his knees by their side again, "What happened? Is alright? He's not dead is he?" the darkhaired boy cried out in alarm. Snape sneered, "Of course he's not dead, Potter, he's breathing you imbecile!" he hissed, then went back to being concerned and turned to Draco once again, "Draco? Draco, do you hear me?" he asked softly. The blond stirred in his grasp and blinked in confusion, then proceeded with rubbing his eyes.

"Daddy?" he mumbled absently, as the professor eased his grasp and allowed him to sit up on his own, "What happened?" the blond whispered and looked around, his eyes widening at the sight of all his classmates and the professor towering over him. He cringed, "Where is my father?" he squeaked.

"Draco" Professor Snape said, "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Severus?"

"Yes yes, are you alright? What happened? What went wrong with the potion?" the older man persisted.

"I- I don't- What potion?- I- Oh, I don't remember!" he cried out, and the entire class gasped as the Slytherin took to pout miserably. Harry was no exception, he stared back at the blond boy with wide horrified eyes, "Are you hurt?" he asked the blond after a moment had passed, and the pout almost vanished as Draco shook his head slowly.

"No" he said almost thoughtfully, then narrowed his eyes and studied the darkhaired boy infront of him, "Do I know you? I do, don't I?"

"Ehm" Harry blinked rapidly, scanning his mind for words, studdering something before managing a hesitant, "I'm Harry. Potter-"

"Oh I don't remember anything!" the blond whined and looked back at Snape, "Why don't I remember Severus?"

The Potion Master raised an eyebrow, and sighed before rising to his feet again. Draco and Harry followed his example.

"Everyone is dismissed" the man exclaimed, "Everyone except, Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter and-" he paused to send a glare of pure disdain at the passed out figure on the floor, "Mr Longbottom" he added dryly. The classroom emptied out shortly, and Snape took his seat at the desk. He looked very tired all of the sudden, "Mr Potter would you be so kind and arouse Mr Longbottom" he said and began to rub his temples clockwise. Harry nodded and bent down over his friend and started to shake some life into him. He was startled as Draco appeared by his side, mimmicking his bent over position and peering over his shoulder curiously, "What happened to him? Is he dead?" he asked. Harry frowned, "Ehm, no. He's just fainted-" he mumbled, and Longbottom began to stir. Harry straightened up, Draco did the same.

"Why did he faint?"

"I- I don't know. He always does that"

"Why?"

"I- I- don't know"

"Hm. Look he's alive now!" Draco cried out and pointed at Longbottom who sat up gingerly, Draco smiled, no he giggled. Harry had never seen such a huge smile on Dracos' face ever. He studied the blond curiously, looking for any sign of disdain as the blond helped Longbottom to his feet and asking a hundred questions about why he fainted and why he talked so funny (must have meant Longbottoms' accent) but Harry found none. It was quite disturbing actually. Snape must think so too because he was tapping his fingers impatiently against the desktop. All three students stilled and turned to him.

"May I ask, Mr Malfoy, what happened earlier and why you are being so cheery all of the sudden?" he gritted out. Dracos' face expression was flat, "What happened earlier?" he repeated.

"Yes. You were writhing in pain and I thought you were dying, by the looks of you. And now you are behaving like a Cheerful Gryffindor, what happened? What went wrong with the Potion?"

"I don't remember" Draco said earnestly, "I don't remember anything-" the pout was sneeking its way back, but Snape stopped it hurriedly, "Ah. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I remember- I-" the blond boys' brow was furrowed in thought, "I remember you. And Daddy, and I remember getting my Nimbus 1900 for my birthday, it's great! Only I can't fly with it if I'm alone, I have to have someone with me. It's really fast, you should see it, Severus! I'm a really good flyer, Daddy says so. I'm going to be on one of the Quidditch teams when I starts school, you'll see! I don't know if I want to be a Seeker or a Keeper yet, but Daddy says I should be a Seeker so I don't get myself hurt too much because-"

The Potion Master made a groan and clutched his head, "Be quiet" he ordered, and the blond stopped mid-sentence, "My head feels like it's being molested by Hippogriffs" he mumbled under his breath. Draco giggled and got a deadly glare. Harry had to surpress a snicker himself. Snape got to his feet and went into the storeroom, muttering about a headache potion. Draco began talking again, about how he had managed to make a few potion himself and how proud his father had been, he beamed at Harry and Harry giggled in respons, they heard Snape exclaim of "Silence!" from within the storeroom and both boys lowered their giggles, but kept smiling.

It was only until half an hour later they discouvered that Longbottom had fainted again.

"Draco, would you like to go with Potter and have some lunch, and then come back and see me later in the afternoon?" the Potion Master asked him after he'd made himself a headache potion and sighed a couple of times. Draco nodded violently, "Sure! That'll be great, you don't mind do you, Harry? We'll have a great time, won't we?" he said and Harry could do nothing but smile in return, and nod.

"Do try and keep your voice down" Snape muttered, "And off you go. I have work to do" he waved them off towards the door dismissively. Harry lingered, and asked Draco to wait for him outside, before turning towards the older man, "What is it Potter, I am extremely busy-"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing, apart from the obvious. He's a bloody child again, not older then ten years old, considering he's not familiar with Hogwarts yet" Snape sighed, "And you've just made a new friend" he added sarcatically with a sneer.

"What? He's- He's a child again? But- he doesn't, I mean"

"I don't know, Potter, I am looking into it as soon as you leave me alone. But from what I've seen and heard, and guessed, it appears that he's been flung back in time, as such, he's now a young brat, trapped in the body of a seventeen year old"

"He's eightteen" Harry mumbled, "But there's a way to cure him surely?"

"I certainly hope so! I'm looking into it, as I said. Come back here after your last class of the day, before dinner, will you. I'm sure I have the answers by then. Now run along, and try and keep him in check will you, he always was an insufferable little prat-" Harry smiled and walked out of the Potions Classroom.

TBC