A/N:

Sorry this is a little….lot…. I'm so happy with how that last chapter finished so I'm going to leave those love birds alone for now and mess with the lives of the their two clueless godsons. I really am getting into this fanfiction business. If you want you can suggest a prompt and if I like it I'll probably do my own spin off. I'm writing as I go along so I'm sorry if there is a lack of real depth at some .

Down the rabbit hole.

HPPOV

I walked the halls of Hogwarts not running into many other students. They were all either at hogsmeade or in the common rooms doing homework. The girls had gone back to the common room with Draco and me. I had gathered my things and Draco had helped me take them into the girl's common room. Ron and Neville had been the only ones we had run into and even they didn't question my silence or the fact that I had brought Malfoy into our side of the dorm. News traveled fast in the castle no matter how early it had happened there was still someone around who had passed it on who had passed it on. The only thing the two boys had done was try to reassure me that it wouldn't be so bad. Of course it was a lie.

Both had known it was and that I would be doomed until I kissed who ever it was I had a crush on, little did they know that the very same boy who had offered his help in gathering my things was the one I would need to grow balls to kiss. Until I kiss Malfoy I'll be stuck living with the opposite gender.

I didn't have a real destination but walking around the halls was a comfort. A reminder of the past seven years of my life. It was home no matter which part of it I was sleeping in. I smiled to myself realizing I had made my way back to the third floor corridor that had been the first adventure I had had in my new home. And what an adventure it had been. I walk down the corridor toward the door that had once hidden Fluffy. If he hadn't been guarding something and had been at most ten times smaller, he might have been cute. Do you think the mirror is still down there?

I hesitate at the door. What would it hurt? The creatures have been removed all that could be down there would be the mirror and possibly a dormant chess set. I step closer to the door opening it, why wasn't it locked? Over the years it must have been forgotten about. I walk into the room that had housed the oversized dog, and walk over to the trap door. I lift it and jump down into the darkness that once had been filled with devils' snare. Nothing tries to rap around my limbs as I fall to the floor a little jarred on impact. I cast a simple lumous, the room looked much bigger without the deadly plant everywhere and I find the door much easier without the plant trying to smother the life out of me. The other rooms I passed though with much less trouble and soon I'm in the room I had found and protected the philosopher's stone in.

There sleeping in the corner waiting to do as Dumbledore said it would do, the mirror of Erised waited for someone to look into it and never look away. It was supposed to drive men and women alike mad? From afar you wouldn't think the decorative looking mirror would be capable of such a task but when you know what the cursed thing does it was all too clear how dangerous it was.

How much you wanted to look into it but also the risk you would be taking. Just do it! Do it! Do it! The voice inside my head gave no room for my conscience or rational thinking. It wanted me to see what the mirror held, what my heart held. If it was going to show me my family so be it, if it was going to show me something else so be it. I had come here out of curiosity, now it felt like I was desperate to see the deepest desire of my heart. I had a foggy idea of what it would show me as I stepped in front of the mirror.

I saw me. I saw my parents, unlike before, as ghosts watching me as I walked over to a certain blonde. I saw Draco turn to me and smile a smile that would make an angel weep. I smiled at him completely and utterly smitten, it was written all over my face as I outstretched an arm to the blonde. He pulled me closer and we just laughed with each other kissing sweetly. We looked the loving couple everyone strived to be. My parents eyes shown with approval and amusement at the picture me and Draco made. Young and in love.

Slowly the two of us began to mature and age. We never seemed to stop loving one another even as children and grandchildren ran about. We stopped aging and our family sat with us as Draco and I told stories for the children and made joking jabs at one another to amuse the adults, your children. We held hands and sat close on the sofa. It was a picture of a happy family sitting with each other for the holiday, the children sprawled out before the fire place and all the adults in various chairs and couches strategically placed around the room. I could feel hot tears on my face. I wanted to laugh but I knew no sound would come out thanks to my so called female friends. Crazy the lot of them, couldn't even allow me to make sounds in my woe of sadness. Probably another reason why you don't like the 'fairer sex'.

I stare at the scene in the mirror. I may have been staring for an hour before I finally shook myself. The mirror was good but I knew that would never happen. Draco wasn't even gay for christs sake. There was no way the two of us could have children that looked so much like us either. Men. We're men. It wouldn't ever happen. I backed away from the mirror. Toward the door. I couldn't stay here. It was the middle of the day and people would notice my absence. At least I think they would. I passed through the other rooms. Past the third corridor, and waited for the stairs.

DMPOV

After breakfast I helped Harry grab his things and arrange them in the girls dorm. It wasn't much different from the boys dorm but it smelled of at least seven different perfumes and had more light thanks to the numerous open windows curtains. It was cleaner but not by much. There were undergarments that made Potter blush like nothing else, littered halfheartedly all over as well as some other things like skirts and socks. If Harry reacted that way to bras and underwear he was going to have the hardest time of his life, excluding maybe Voldemort-related adventures. Now I was sitting in the common room simply lost in thought. No one tried to disturb me.

That blush… I groaned almost silently, but a few heads did turn and look at me questioningly before going back to whatever they were doing letting many cheat at chess or exploding snap. That boy would be the death of me if he blushed like that. Imagine how much he'd blush if you, I shook myself. Best not to get a hard on in public, it wouldn't happen anyway.

The jinx. Harry has a crush on someone. You won't be able to cause a blush to rise on his face. Only they will. Merlin, how depressing. Who does he have a crush on anyway? Potter had never talked about it with any one, or at least that's what Hermione said. He could have talked with one of the other guys. Or one of the adults he keeps around. Black or Lupin, maybe? But if that had been the case Hermione would have heard about it. She was basically Potter's sister. Or mother. I smirk a little, Granger was rather motherly towards Harry but she still had those moments. The moments that could only be shared by siblings or close friends. The moments were one can get angry with the other but do nothing back because 'this person is special' or 'I don't want to hurt them by mistake'. The moments where they can hug each other merely for support, and laugh until they are both in tears.

The two were Gryffindors after all. Friends since the beginning.