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READ: I don't remember if I mentioned it or not, my bad, but this story was written before DH was out, so it's only HBP compliant.
He'll Be a Gryffindor

Dobby gave a hesitant nod as he cast his elfish spell. The world fell in on me again with such force that I closed my eyes. When I finally found the power to open them, I was standing on platform nine and tree-quarters my first year. I wasn't sure what I was to change. I thought back to what I had seen before. I remember that Harry and I had sat on the train together, first year. Was it so simple to change the past by doing something so minor as sitting with someone? There was nothing for me to loss. I got onto the platform, and found a compartment. Inside were several purebloods I knew: Vincent Crabb, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. As we sat there and Pansy nattered on about meaningless gossip, I could hear Harry's young voice calling for me. I sat ignoring him, ignoring my heart breaking.

The world around me changed again. I was sitting at the Slytherin table, and Harry was sitting with the Sorting Hat on his head. "Gryffindor" it shouted, and the table cheered. Harry looked across the room at me, and I couldn't look at him without crying. When I finally took the chance to glance his way he was no longer looking at me, but he was talking to some Gryffindor, and I could feel my heart break a bit more.

Change, I was standing in the hallway and the redhead boy, Ron Weasley, was making fun of me, but this time I didn't have Harry on my side. Harry gave me a blank stare as I walked away.

Change, I was alone, and no one seemed to care.

Change, he was laughing with his friends, something he had done with me once.

Change, he was crying over Cedric Diggory's body, and telling all of Hogwarts that Voldemort had risen again.

Change, Harry was asking to talk to me, so I followed him into an empty classroom and he was asking me about my father, where my loyalties lie, and why I had ignored him on the train. I was spilling my guts to him about my fear of him getting hurt, my decision to never join the Death Eaters, and how all I ever want was to be his friend. He was hugging me close, and I never felt more at home.

Change, we were sitting on his bed going over homework when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

I opened my eyes to find myself, once again, looking up into Dobby's big eyes.

"Is it better now, Master?" Dobby whispered.

I glanced next to me, and saw Harry sleeping peacefully. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. This time will be perfect. I thought.

"Much better, thank you Dobby." I said as I beamed up at him. He bowed, much like before, and disappeared.

I turned to look at my sweet sleeping Harry. I barely touched his shoulder, which caused him to smile in his sleep, and pull me closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my hair. It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Life couldn't get anymore perfect than it was at that moment. It will forever be stored away as the happiest moment I ever experienced. Harry mumbled in his sleep, and pulled me closer.

"Draco?" My head shot up towards the door. In the doorway stood one of Harry's best friends, Hermione Granger.

"Hmm?" I mumbled sleepily; I didn't want to lose the moment so quickly.

"It's time to wake Harry." She said kindly. "Staying in bed won't make today go away, no matter how much we wish it would."

Her tone gave me a bad feeling. She left me alone to wake my sleeping angel. I gave him a light kiss on his forehead, which made him smile. I covered his face and neck with kisses, and was greeted with the most adorable laugh in the world.

"Draco, that tickles." Harry said groggily.

I smiled at him and kissed him as passionately I could. He needs to know how much he meant to me.

"I love you." I said quietly, before I knew what I was saying. I was even surprised by this confession. Harry didn't seem as shocked as I was. He leaned in and kissed me gently.

"I love you too." He whispered into the kiss, and it seemed that everything that Harry did made my heart soar.

"Promise?" I couldn't help but feel insecure. I had already seen Harry taken from me, and turned evil. Hearing that he loved me made all this changing-the-past thing seem worth it.

"Absolutely." He smiled. "Now and forever, I promise." He kissed me again, but that seemed to be all he was going to do. "Come on, love. Duty calls."

We got dressed, while exchanging kisses the whole time. I was hesitant to leave our room, ever since Hermione's visit. We left the room holding hands, and walked down a hall I had never seen before. There were house elf heads on the wall as we walked down the stairs. Harry gave me another kiss, but this one was slow as if he were savoring the moment.

"Whatever happens today, never forget how much I love you." He said before he went down into the kitchen. I smiled and followed him. I soon realized what everyone had been talking about. The next thing I knew I was on the battlefield. People around me were falling to the ground, and I couldn't think about anything but Harry. I saw a green flash ahead of me. I looked up to watch Harry and the Dark Lord battle. Harry was being strong and brave, just as he should be. A jet of green light shot out and barely missed Harry. He quickly shouted the Killing Curse which seemed to fly through the air slowly. The Dark Lord's eyes grew wide right before he was hit square in the chest, and fell to the ground… dead. I laughed as I ran to Harry. It was over! What had kept us apart before was now gone. I could be with Harry now. We could be happy. I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him more passionately than ever before. He smiled at me with love in his eyes.

"We won Harry! We won!" I was yelling it over and over again like a loon. He twirled me around and kissed me again. I turned to survey the battlefield, and I looked up into the eyes of my father. His eyes were as cold as ever, and the glint in them sent a shiver down my spine.

"You idiot blood traitor!" He spat as he glared at me. He raised he wand, and I was stuck standing there. "Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" I heard Harry yell, but had no chance to turn to see him one last time.

I closed my eyes reflexively, but felt no curse. I open them to see my father lying on the ground, obviously hit by a Petrifying Curse. It took me a few seconds to recognize the body lying at my feet as the one and only Harry Potter. His eyes were wide open in horror, but unblinking. It took me several moments to realize that he was no longer breathing or moving or anything.

"Harry?" I said hesitantly. When he didn't respond, I started to panic. I fell to my knees next to him, and shook his shoulder. I didn't even notice when a crowd gathered around us, or when the Aurors took away my father. "Harry?"

I didn't understand why he wasn't responding. There was something wrong. Was he petrified too? I tried to counter the curse with anything that came to mind. It wasn't until Hermione grabbed my arm that I was brought back to reality. The crowd was giving me pitying stares. They weren't helping me, and it made me frustrated.

"I'm sorry Draco." Hermione said as he hugged me.

"Sorry for what?" I said angrily. She was the smartest witch of our year; she has to know more count jinxes than me. "Don't be sorry! Just help me wake him up!"

The crowd started whispering, and the pitying stares were still plastered on their faces.

"Draco," Hermione said in a small hesitant voice. "Harry took the killing curse for you. He's dead."

I stared at her for a few seconds before bolting away as fast and as far as my legs would carry me. The battle had been at Hogwarts, so I ran to the edge of the forest and emptied my stomach onto the forest floor. This wasn't how it should have ended. Harry and I were supposed to be happy. He won. It was over, and I was left alone. It wasn't fair.

"Dobby." I rasped. He appeared beside me and stared up into my tear-filled eyes. "We've got to do it again Dobby."

He shook his head slowly. "Master, I is not thinking that this is a good idea…"

"I don't care!" I yelled. He coward slightly. I tried to call down, but I was finding hard. "I promised I would keep him safe. I can't live with myself if I break that promise Dobby. You understand don't you?"

He looked at me for a few seconds before nodding. "Dobby is understanding, Master."

"This time," I said as I choked back tears, and fought the lump in my throat. "He can't fall in love with me."

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