Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; he will remain with JKR forever.

This story is set after the war… after rounding up all death eaters, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny return to Hogwarts. Due to the war, the times have been frozen to allow Death Eaters to be rounded up. They have returned to the year they would have been in, and everyone else to the year they would have been in.

Chapter two:

(Draco's POV)

BANG. Draco raised his wand and Goyle was hanging in the air by his ankle. Another flick and he was flying through the air back the way he came. Silence filled the room. Draco turned on his heel to walk away when a hand grabbed his wrist, "Stop." He turned to see who the hand was connected to; it was Potter, it was always Potter.

"Fancy taking your slimy hands off me Potter? Or is it Lord Potter now? I almost forgot where are my manners? I must bow to you." Draco hated the way Potter made him feel, he couldn't help that he got sarcastic once in a while, it was the way a Slytherin lived. Potter's face was getting redder, but it wasn't embarrassment, it was anger. Draco thought the Dark Lord got angry, but Potter was giving him a run for his money.

"Don't you dare bow down to me Malfoy! I'm not like your EX Dark Lord! Unlike some people I don't need people bowing down to me to know that I have people backing me up. You've made a big mistake Malfoy coming in here with my friends and I and starting this."

Draco didn't know what to say, he was speechless. This doesn't happen often. Draco always liked to make sure that he had a witty comment or two stored up for moments just as these, but he was speechless. Looking at Potter he realised that he wasn't the same boy he had hated for the past 7 years, he was a man. He had filled out and Draco noticed that Potter towered over him by a good couple of inches. He didn't have the power in this situation; he needed to get out of here. He needed to do what all Malfoy's do in this situation, he needed to RUN! Draco took a step back, and then another, and then another. He was almost to the door when it closed behind him with a click. He was trapped. He knew Potter was too smart to lock it with a standard spell and unravelling it could take forever. He looked towards the Weasley's, their face was as red as their hair and the girl's eyes looked like they were on fire; Draco guessed the rumours were true, Potter must love this one and she him. He'd only ever seen that sheer anger when his mother and father thought they would both die. They were prepared to fight to save him, and that's what she was prepared to do too.

"Draco, sit." Draco backed into the chair next to the door, he wanted to at least be able to try and escape. "You've got to stop this childish behaviour. We're not 11 anymore. We've both been through more than most in the last couple of years; both fighting on different sides. But we were both fighting for the same thing, love. We were fighting for the right to love who we wanted, talk to who we wanted. We fought for freedom, truth, family and love; and we won. We are here today with these people because they fought too. Everyone is suffering Draco. Grow up and deal with it."

"You're one to talk. You don't know the half of what I went through! You think you're so special Potter. The Golden Trio! What utter tripe you come up with! I see you found a keeper anyway Potter. Not my type, but I could put her to good use. I'm sure she'd love my manor house. If she has it sparkling by Dinner she could even join me at the table. She could learn some true pure blood etiquette. It'd probably be the first time she's heard anything remotely important!"

At this point Ginny launched at Draco, screaming a stream of curses. "Slow down, love, let the men talk this through!" Draco was then silenced by a slap across the face.