Keep your Enemies Close: Part I

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I do not claim to. No copyright infringement intended.

Summary: Harry and Draco are thrown into the future one day when they make a mistake in Potions class. They learn as time progress's that they cannot get home unless they figure out what the most important part of their future is. What happens when they realize exactly what that is?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Made-up, Fred/George

Warning(s): Slash, Graphic, Language, Cliche, Love/Hate


Chapter three:

Five days Later:

Returning to the flat he tried to be relatively happy. He didn't have to be nice to Potter, just gay with him. I mean how bad could it be? He had once stuck his hand out to Potter and offered to be his friend.

"Hey" He said as the door swung open and he dropped his jacket on the hook where it belonged.

"Hi?" Harry flipped off the TV and sat up straight so Malfoy could sit next to him on the couch. He paused before asking, "Where did you go?"

"Bar...needed a drink" Draco replied and grinned. "Then I went off to a hotel. I had to think about this" He added.

"Alright, well we have to go out in an hour to dinner. Oh and you were supposed to work four days ago. I guess you own a salon and one of the girls working for you is pretty sick" Harry explained.

"Oh alright" Draco said stretching out. At the same moment Harry went to place his hand on the couch and their arms touched. Draco quickly moved so Harry could rest his hand there.

"Why are you being so god damn nice? its annoying." Harry finally snapped.

"I'm just trying to make this easier for both of us"

"Well that is...nice?" Harry grinned at Malfoy and for a moment the hate disappeared.

"Well, it will take hours to get you looking somewhat decent, come on" Yup. And then it was back.

"Hey! I can dress myself!" Harry said defensively.

"Yeah and I'm gay with Harry Potter" They both laughed.

"Fine but absolutely no silk"

"Oh but I had the cutest idea" He said with an obvious lisp, "For the love of Salazar, you think I'm a queer Potter?"

"Well I did happen to wake up naked next to you" Harry shot back, smirking.

"Good point but that makes you just as straight" He mirrored the Gryffindor's smirk.

"Yeah. I know" Harry laughed.

Malfoy tried to keep himself from being nice to Potter and even talking to him but the conversations just came easily and for once he felt like maybe Potter wasn't so bad. And well maybe he could even be Harry from now on.


Dinner was somewhat enjoyable. Everyone got along fine but people did get suspicious. Ginny and John had invited them all over for an after dinner drink, which Harry soon found out always turned into people getting so drunk they pass out and they would all have wretched hangovers in the mornings.

"Are you sure you two aren't in a fight?"

"Yeah, we're fine" Harry answered, as if on cue Draco lay his hand over Harry's and pecked his cheek lightly. The softness of his lips to his skin surprised Harry. He figured he was too drunk to realize how gross that was.

"Yeah, we are alright" Draco backed him up. His head was so close to Harry's that his breath was hitting Harry's ear sending a series of chills up and down his spine.

"Yes see they are fine, now leave them alone!" Hermione said, trying to sound playful. Harry made a mental note to thank her for that.

"Well, normally they would have been making out in a corner by now!"

"Not that we don't mind, not seeing that for once" Ron added jokingly. Everyone laughed lightly.

Some time later, everyone's cheeks were incredibly red, from all the alcohol and liquor. Eventually, they all went to their separate corners. Lover to lover and well Fred to George. Which lead to a drunken Draco Malfoy and a tipsy Harry Potter lying on a couch.

"Oh Harry my love, you have to try this" Malfoy stuttered, pushing a glass to Harry's cherry red lips, grinning.

Harry took a sip and giggled. Not just laughed but, giggled at how soothing the taste was on his tongue. "It's cold."

Draco let his head roll onto Harry's shoulder, and they laughed and talked in a daze for hours.

"Did you know that the sky is blue?"

"No" Harry laughed, "How do you say blue in French?"

"Wouldn't it be funny if I put this on my head, like people do in the films when they are drunk?" Harry asked pointing at a lampshade. Draco cracked up.

"Its not original enough."

Harry pouted a little, Draco quickly leaned over and smoothed his hair down over his scar. Harry looked up because normally his touch meant some one was watching, but no one was.

"You aren't so bad Potter" He mumbled and let his head fall back against the arm of the couch.

"Ditto, I am beginning to be keen on Ferrets now..." Harry smiled.

Draco returned the grin and let out a loud yawn. His eyes lidded closed and his soft snores allowed Harry to drift in to his own world of dreams.