Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone else in his world. I also don't own the rights to Final Fantasy, although I do own a copy of the game.

A/N: This was just a random idea that I had, and it's taken over. I don't even know why. Dumbledore casts a spell, which puts the witches and wizards into a Muggle game, but will they be able to return? And who are they playing? But obviously, Draco is Tidus and Harry will be Yuna. The similarities are too close.

There will be three stories, and each one will have the characters in a different universe. And if you can't tell this story is Draco/Harry. But they probably won't actually get together until the third story.

Dreaming

By Whyteroze28

Chapter 7

They were taking a different boat to Luca. As they embarked, Wakka grinned at him. "Off to Luca at last! The matches start soon as we get there, so rest up on the way, ya?"

Draco wandered for a bit, then settled down in the Aurochs' room. But, before long he got restless, and headed outside again.

Outside the room, Draco saw Dona and Barthello standing in front of one doorway, and Luzzu and Gatta in front of another.

Then, he saw a strange man, who was carrying a pack on his back. The man stared at him, with a look of disdain. Draco recognized it well. It was the one he usually wore when Potter and his crowd were around.

"Ooh, them's fascinatin' clothes you're wearing," the man stated, walking around Draco, appraisingly. "Yewh! Filthy, filthy! These won't sell, or my name's not O'aka! Don't look like you got much money, either," he said, brushing Draco aside. "I've no business with ye. Outta my way!"

Draco was angry. How dare this… this peasant dismiss him like some common house-elf. "Who do you think you are?" He asked, hotly.

The man grinned. "O'aka XXIII, merchant extraordinaire!" he exclaimed.

"O'aka the who?" Draco wondered if the guy was someone important.

"Don't know me?" he asked, then sighed. "Well, not many do, not yet. But someday, the name O'aka will be spoken all over Spira!" Draco grinned at that. He'd heard one of the Weasley twins say something similar about their joke shop once. 'I wonder.'

But before he could think about it, the man stared at him. "Say, lad, you wouldn't have a bit o' Gil to lend?" Draco was insulted. 'He dares to ask me for money, after insinuating that I have none?' But then he thought better of it. 'After all, it couldn't hurt to have a businessman on my side.'

He dug into his pocket, and gave the man a rather generous amount of money. O'aka's face broke into a grin. "I guess it pays to ask," he stated. "Thank ye, lad. Fine seed money for the O'aka merchant empire!"

Draco nodded, and headed up to the decks.

But, he was stunned by what he saw. The blitzball players they had run into at the temple were surrounding Yuna. Probably discussing her famous status. And off to the side, there was a guy that looked slightly like O'aka, but a lot younger. He was taking pictures of Yuna. Draco tried to talk to him, but he kept running away.

Draco decided to forget about him for now, and just see what was going on with the team. He walked over, and casually asked, "What are you all talking about?"

One of the guys, the one who'd reminded him of Higgs, stared at him. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"Ah, I remember him," the Flint wannabe stated. "Guy from Kilika."

"Hmm?" the first asked. He seemed to be trying to remember.

"You know, one of the Besaid Aurochs. Said somethin' about winning the cup." Draco could tell that they found the idea laughable.

"Oh, right. You're that idiot."

"Don't call him that!" Yuna exclaimed, a quiet fury in her voice. Draco was stunned. 'If that really is Potter… I wonder what he'd say if he found out who he was defending?'

Then the first guy spoke again. "But he is an idiot. They don't got what it takes to win the cup."

Draco saw red. "Well, they do now that I'm here!" he replied. And he knew it was true. This guy seemed to be made for the sport, rather like Potter and Quidditch.

"Yes, they will win!" Yuna stated, and Draco felt himself warm as he realized that she truly believed it. But then he groaned as he heard her next words. "He used to be the star player of the Zanarkand Abes!"

The team started laughing hysterically.

Then the second guy smiled, and Draco saw Flint in it. "Yeah, as if anyone lived in those ruins."

"It's not ruins, there's a big city there! There is!" Yuna insisted, and Draco felt like he had to stop her, before they all started thinking she was crazy. This world didn't need a protector whose sanity it couldn't trust.

"I-I got too close to Sin and-"

But Yuna wouldn't let him make the excuse. "There is a city, really!"

"Right. Whatever Your Ladyship says," the first guy replied, sarcastically, and they all walked away. He knew that if Yuna really was Potter, he probably thought Draco was one of them.

Yuna stood at the railing, gazing down into the water. He walked over to her, studying her face as he went. She seemed really upset.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "You seemed kinda mad back there.

She glanced up at him, and then back down at the water. "They were being rude," she replied, "and… I do believe your Zanarkand exists. I really do, you know!" She sounded so sure that Draco was a bit taken aback.

"How come?" he asked.

She smiled. "Sir Jecht used to always tell me stories," she said, and then her voice grew dreamy. "It'd be great to see your home someday. I'd love to go there," she added, turning to stare at her.

Draco looked down. "Yeah," he replied. And then the voice spoke again. "So, Yuna, wanna come over to my place? Right, sure… As if I had a place to show her." Draco began walking away. 'Just when I thought he'd leave me alone for a while,' he thought, wishing the voice didn't always sound so maudlin.

He heard voices coming from the upper deck, and recognized them as Lulu and Wakka, and they were discussing him. He decided to get closer, to see what they were saying.

"Well? Say something," Lulu was saying. "You'll take responsibility?"

Wakka waved the question away. "Relax! He's bound to know someone in Luca."

"And if not?" Lulu asked, clearly not buying it.

"He could always join a blitz team," Wakka replied, although he didn't sound too keen on the idea. Draco figured he'd rather have him join the Aurochs. "Anyhow, it's better than just leaving him in Besaid!"

"What? Just leaving him in Luca?" Personally, Draco agreed with Lulu. There didn't seem to be much difference.

Wakka looked up at her, confused, "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Lulu sounded strange. "Yuna wants to make him a guardian." Draco almost chuckled at that. 'Didn't she already say that?' he wondered to himself.

Apparently, Wakka had forgotten. "Oh yeah, geez... There's that too, eh?"

"And whose fault is that?" Lulu asked. 'Huh,' Draco wondered. 'How is it Wakka's fault? Unless it has something to do with that Chappu guy?'

"Not mine!" Wakka cried, outraged. Then he shook his head. "It is mine, huh?" Then he looked up. "Why do you think she wants to make him a guardian, anyway?"

"Because he's Sir Jecht's son," Lulu stated.

The answer seemed to pacify him. "Oh, right. Wait, you sure 'bout that? He's really Sir Jecht's son?"

"It's hard to say, but Yuna seems to believe so," she replied, sounding unconvinced. Draco how much Granger loved to over analyze everything.

"Okay."

'That was the wrong thing for him to say,' Draco thought.

"Okay?" "Okay?" That's all you have to say?" Now she was mad.

Wakka wasn't going to let her scare him though. "Well, yeah, I mean... He's gotta decide for himself, ya? Well, him and Yuna, I guess."

Draco was sure now that these two were Weasley and Granger. They fought constantly, and neither would back down from the other.

"You're right, for once," she said, sounding as though she hated to admit it.

Wakka cleared his throat. He apparently didn't like her tone either.

"I wonder which is best..." She began, then trailed off. "Why don't you tell him he should?" she asked.

"Should what?" Wakka asked.

"Become Yuna's guardian," Lulu replied, obviously wanting to smack him for being so thick.

Wakka was whining now. "Why me?"

"Because Yuna can't," she stated, as though he should have figured that out a long time ago.

Weasley was still trying to figure it out. "Why not?"

Lulu sounded exasperated, and she began explaining to him as though he was a small child. "He hates his father-what he was, what he did. Do you really think she can possibly say to him… 'I want you to be my guardian, like your father was to mine'?"

"Aren't you being over-sensitive?" he asked.

Lulu was definitely getting frustrated now.

"All right, all right," Wakka replied, trying to placate her. "I'll try talking to him after the tournament."

"Be discreet."

"I know," he said. "It's his decision."

Truthfully, Draco was beginning to wonder if he had a choice. He hadn't been able to say anything, other than the words the dream was putting in his mouth, and only his thoughts remained his own. He almost missed when the conversation started up again.

"He doesn't like his father?" Wakka asked.

"Apparently," Lulu told him. "He told Yuna as much."

"Hating your own father, huh? Sounds like a luxury to me," Wakka stated, sounding sad. Draco realized that he hadn't met a lot of older people in the village. Mostly children and people Wakka's age. And of course the old couple that had warned him away from Yuna. "I don't remember my parents. Can't say how I feel about 'em."

"I... I was five then, so I remember mine a little," Lulu said. Now she really seemed upset.

"Dammit!" Wakka yelled, slamming his fist into the deck. "Sin just takes everything away from us." Draco gasped. 'So that's what happened. Sin must have destroyed Besaid a long time ago, and that's gotta be part of why they're Yuna's Guardians.

Draco realized that it was now quiet, so he walked up the stairs, pretending that he hadn't heard anything. He tried to talk to Wakka, but the redhead just grinned at him. "Go to bed, bud. Tournament starts tomorrow morning."

Draco nodded, and started back downstairs, but before he got too far, Wakka called out to him. "Someone's bound to recognize you when they see your moves out there."

Draco thought he sounded a bit off, as though he was trying to reassure himself. He wandered out to the front of the ship, and saw a blitzball lying there. Suddenly, there was another flashback of young Tidus. He was lining up, trying to kick the ball, but he overshot, and landed on his ass.

Then Jecht showed up, taunting him. "Well, well, trying to follow in my footsteps, are you? I usually charge for lessons, you know..." Then he smirked. "That shot is done like this!"

He kicked the ball, then performed a series of complicated movements, before sending it sailing out of sight. "You can't do it, kid. But don't worry, my boy. You're not the only one. No one else can do it. I'm the best!" Draco thought he sounded like a complete bastard, and that it was no wonder the guy hated him so much.

But then, with his father's words still ringing in his ears, Tidus kicked the ball, performing the shot flawlessly.

"The best? Yeah, right," Draco said to himself, smirking.

He heard cheering, and turned, seeing Wakka and most of the team on the upper deck.

"Whoa! What's that called?" Wakka asked, stunned.

"Doesn't have a name," Draco replied. "Anyone can do it if they try."

"Show us one more time, ya?" Wakka was clearly overjoyed.

Draco lined up for the shot again, and as he looked over his shoulder, he saw Yuna by the railing. She had apparently heard the noise, and wandered over to see what was going on. She waved at him, and he felt strange. He decided to focus on the ball.

The Aurochs came down to practice, and he walked over to stand by Yuna. When she began to speak, he was startled by her words.

"That was the Jecht Shot, wasn't it?" she asked.

He turned, shocked. "How do you know that?"

"Sir Jecht showed it to me when I was a child," she replied, then giggled, as she continued. "He called it the "Sublimely Magnificent Jecht Shot Mark III."

Draco groaned. That was something Lucius would do. After all, he'd been trying to get a wing at St. Mungo's named after him for years. "Stupid name, huh? You know what? There is no Mark I or Mark II, you know?" he said, bitterly. "My old man said the name Mark III was just something to hook the crowd. He said they'd come back every night expecting to see Mark I and Mark II. And, they really did come back. I used to get so mad."

She giggled again. He wondered if giggling should be outlawed.

But he had other things on his mind. "Is he alive, you think?"

"I don't know," she said. "But, Sir Jecht was my father's guardian."

'Great,' he thought. "So he's famous here, too?"

She nodded, seemingly unconcerned. "Yes. So if anything happened to him, I should think word would get around fast."

"Uh-huh." He felt really tongue-tied, but figured that was Tidus.

"What would you do, if you found him?" she asked.

"Who knows? I thought he died ten years ago," he replied, feeling angry. 'I know what I'd do to someone like that,' Draco thought. 'I'd probably hex them to within an inch of their life… then again…' Then he spoke again. "Well... I'd probably just smack him one. After everything he put Mom and me through. And because he was famous, I was always..."

He broke off, realizing that her father was even more famous than Jecht here. "Well, you should know, Yuna. Your father's famous, too. Everyone in Spira knows him, right? Ain't it tough?"

"It is hard to follow in his footsteps, as a summoner," she said, quietly, and Draco was glad to have someone see things his way for a change.

"Sure," he agreed.

"But the honor of having a father like him surpasses all that, I think," she continued, and he groaned. 'Spare me the sanctimonious idealistic crap,' he thought.

"Well, there wasn't much to honor about my old man," he snarled, "that's for sure."

He had finally shocked her. "You shouldn't say that about your father!"

"I got the right!" he yelled.

"I guess you do," she stated, and they both looked down.

But before he could speak again, he was hit in the head by a blitzball. "Ow!" He turned, and saw Wakka grinning sheepishly.

"Show me that move again!" the redhead called.

Then the voice started again. "I didn't think my old man would come to Luca. He never did like watching other people play. But I couldn't help feeling something bad was gonna happen. And these feelings of mine are usually right. Sure, I had told Wakka I'd help him win the tournament. But I wasn't sure I had it in me to play at all anymore."