A/N: Here's the second chapter of When the history repeats itself. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Saturday came quickly and Draco found himself standing outside a huge castle in Scotland. The Potter Castle was truly a magnificent sight with its towers and gardens and Draco couldn't help but be impressed. He walked towards the front doors, which opened by themselves when he got close enough and entered the hall where a house-elf was waiting for him.

"I is welcoming you to Potter Castle, Mister Malfoy." The elf said bowing. "I is Sneezy. I will be leading you to Master Harry."

Draco nodded at the elf and followed him through the large castle. The castle was just as amazing from the inside as it was from the outside. The corridors were decorated with beautiful carpets and armors and portraits, which looked at him curiously. Soon they walked through a large double-door door and Draco found himself entering a huge library and if Draco had to guess, he'd say it was bigger than the one at Hogwarts.

"Good morning Malfoy."

"Potter." Draco nodded noticing the other man sitting on one of the armchairs in the middle of the library surrounded by dozens of books. The place was three-floored and every wall had a shelf filled with multiple books on different subjects and in the middle of the room was a table, which was surrounded by comfy chairs and sofas. "Nice place you got here."

"Yeah." Harry said. "So did you find anything?"

"I've got thirty-five books that have a mention of a betrothal contracts." Draco said taking a small pouch from his pocket and enlarging it. He took out the books and put them on the table.

Harry nodded.

"I found sixty-two." He said with a grimace, gesturing the piles around him. "But I'm sure some of them a same as yours." He continued hopefully.

Draco groaned inwardly, it would take forever to go through all of them and they only got six months.

"Well, let's get to work, Potter."

"This is hopeless." Harry groaned after seven hours and only three books, which only had a slight mention of the subject.

"Really, Potter?" Draco drawled raising an eyebrow.

Ignoring him Harry sighed and stood up.

"I'm going to take a break. Call Sneezy if you need something." He said and after a nod from Draco he left wandering around the huge castle until he reached a room with a huge swimming pool. 'Maybe a swim would cheer me up.' He thought before stripping and transfiguring himself a pair of swimming trunks.

Back in the library Draco finished his book and stood up stretching his numb limbs. Deciding to take a small walk before continuing his reading he moved to explore the huge library. It was truly a magnificent place with hundreds of shelves filled with old tomes. Draco wondered if it was a self-updating as it seemed the books were much newer in the first floor than the second and third.

While exploring the second floor an old tome caught his eye. It had old worn leather covers and its pages extruded from between them. His curiosity getting the better of him he took the book carefully into his hands and returned to the reading area. With great care he opened the old book, his eyes widening:

The Diary of Marcus Potter

Years: 1798-1799

Excited Draco started to read the old tome thinking there had to be something regarding the contract in the diary and maybe a reason why the two families had signed it in the first place.

After reading the first few pages a thought came to Draco and he put the tome down. If Marcus kept a diary, was there a diary from Septimus too?

Draco tried to continue the reading but his thoughts returned back to Septimus' diary. Deciding that the thought wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't go and check the Malfoy library, he stood up putting the old diary carefully on the table and left to find Harry.

He wandered into the few rooms close to the library before deciding it was a lost cause to try to find Harry in the huge castle and called Sneezy.

"What can Sneezy be doing for Mister Malfoy?" Sneezy asked bowing as he popped into the corridor.

"Can you take me to Potter?" Draco asked.

"Sneezy can." The elf said and took Draco a few corridors up.

"Master Harry will be there." Sneezy said pointing the door. Draco nodded and the elf popped away. He opened the door and found himself in a room which resembled a lot of the Prefect's bathroom back in Hogwarts.

Scanning around the room he spotted Potter coming up from the pool and swallowed hard. Potter had nothing on except for tight swimming trunks that left nearly nothing for imagination. His muscular body was dripping of water and all the scars made him look even sexier. Not to mention that wet, messy hair…

'Get a grip Malfoy.' Draco told himself. 'This is Potter you're checking out.'

Gathering himself Draco cleared his throat capturing the attention of Potter who was drying himself with a conjured towel.

"Oh, Malfoy. Didn't see you there. What's up?" Harry said not bothered by the fact that he was half-naked.

"I found Marcus Potter's diary from the year the contract was drafted in the library and thought I'd go back to the Malfoy Manor to check if Septimus kept one too." Draco said trying to keep his eyes from trailing down Potter's body.

"Really?" Harry asked excited his emerald eyes lighting up. "There's bound to be something of the contract."

"Yes." Draco said. "So, I'll be going."

"Sure." Harry said spelling his clothes back on. "You coming back later today or tomorrow?"

"Today probably."

"Okay, I'll have Sneezy make us some dinner then."

Draco nodded happy to make an exit from Potter and the disturbing image of him in the sexy swimming trunks and water-dripping body… and they parted ways, Harry going back to the library and Draco to the Malfoy manor.

Maybe they'd finally find something.

Later that day found Harry and Draco back in the library of the Potter Castle, both reading the diary of their respective ancestors'. Like Draco had thought, Septimus had also kept a diary from the year the contract had been created. So far though, there had been no mention of the contract – instead they were given background information of the relationship between their ancestors.

"Well, isn't this ironic." Harry said dryly. "Our ancestors were enemies at school too… What I don't understand though, is that how in Merlin's name did they fall in love with each other. Marcus only writes about how Septimus always picked on him at school with petty insults (quite like you Malfoy) and they fought a lot and then suddenly he's the best thing that has ever happened to him. There's only three days between the entries. What could've possibly happened?" He continued turning to look at Draco who kept silent, still reading his book.

Harry stared at his former school rival in question as he continued to read Septimus' diary, completely ignoring him. Looking more closely he could detect a faint blush on the blonde's pale face and couldn't help but think that he looked gorgeous, before quickly dismissing the thought.

"Malfoy, are you blushing?" He asked a very Slytherin smirk forming on his face as he stood up and quickly walked over to Draco and took the diary from his hands.

"Hey!" Draco exclaimed as his trance broke, his blush deepening as he looked at Harry, who was dancing away from him with the tome in his hands. "Give that back Potter!" He glared clearly alarmed as he ran after him.

"Nope, I want to know what makes a Malfoy blush." Harry winked at him as he erected a shield around himself so that he could read in peace.

"Potter!" Draco yelled, but Harry just ignored him in order to read the diary.

Dear diary, 24. April 1799

I can't believe Zabini did that to me! How dare he lace my drink with Veritaserum, in front of the whole class at that! With Gryffindors! Now everybody knows I am attracted to Potter. Even Potter himself! I'm never going to live this down. I'm a Malfoy for Merlin's sake. I should hate Potter, like my whole family does. Potters and Malfoys have always been enemies – why I have no idea and I don't think anyone knows anymore, it's just the way it is. So I have tried to hate him. I almost succeeded for the whole seven years – only a few months left – but that damn Zabini… Why am I best friends with him again?

Anyway, Potter. I haven't seen him since the potions class and needless to say I stormed out of the room (gracefully of course, Malfoys don't run) as fast as I could, not daring to look at his gleeful face. He's most likely already planning on how to use that information in his advantage. He's going to torture me with it and mock me for it, I just know it. Not to mention the rest of the school – my reputation is gone. I'm only waiting for a letter from Father telling me how disappointed he's in me for falling for a Potter. He's probably going to disinherit me or something.

All because I fell for that annoying, gorgeous, brilliant, sexy git, who won't leave me alone, even in my dreams.

Septimus

Dear diary, 25. April 1799

You won't believe what happened yesterday! I ran into Potter at the lower level of the dungeons and I was fully prepared to put up with his insults and mockery of my crush on him, but instead he asked me if I really meant it. I of course, being me, snapped at him that I was under the influence of Veritaserum and informed him that it was in fact a truth serum, and guess what? He didn't snap back at me or retort at all. He only rolled his eyes at me and then pushed me into the wall and kissed me. Can you believe it? He Kissed Me! The kiss was so sweet and gentle and… perfect. It made my toes curl and knees go weak and I would have probably fallen down had Marcus not held me up…

Marcus said he liked me too and I could tell that he was sincere; I could see it in his eyes… those lovely chocolate eyes… Anyway, we agreed that we couldn't court each other publicly because of our families so we agreed to meet in secret. I can't even begin to describe how happy I am right now. I can't wait to meet Marcus again tonight. Maybe he will kiss me again and maybe someday there will be something more…

Septimus

Dear diary, 26. April 1799

I dreamt about Marcus again. We were down by the Black Lake at our tree, away from other students just enjoying each other's company. I was leaning against Marcus' chest, his strong arms wrapped around me protectively and his head on my shoulder. He was whispering sweet nothingness into my ears and I felt happier and calmer than ever. I felt safe – I didn't need to pretend anything with him. I could just be myself and he accepted me like I was.

He whispered something into my ear (I don't remember what) making me blush, before kissing my neck with soft butterfly kisses that made my toes curl. He told me he loved me. I felt like crying when he told me that. Nobody had ever told me that, not even Mother, who at least cares about me at some level. Father wouldn't tell me that even under Imperious. "Malfoys don't express their feelings" He'd say, "It's a sign of weakness."

But Marcus made me feel so loved and cherished. I asked him to repeat it and he did. He whispered 'I love you' to me over and over, while kissing and sucking my neck, marking me as his. And that was what I wanted – to be his and him to be mine.

Suddenly the dream changed and we were in my dorm room. We were kissing hungrily our tongues battling for dominance as we stripped each other from our clothes. Soon we were naked and Marcus stopped to look at me like I was an angel, telling me how beautiful he thought I was, before moving to worship my body. He tasted me and marked me with his tongue and teeth before moving to prepare me. I can almost feel him inside of me, filling me like he was a part of me. He made love to me for hours before we both collapsed exhausted, but happier than ever. He told me he loved me again and this time I answered him.

Needless to say I woke up in wet sheets and had to take a shower before going to class. I couldn't look at Marcus at all without blushing and I know he's going to interrogate me about it tonight when I see him again. I wonder what he'd say if I described my dream to him…

Septimus

Harry stopped reading the diary, feeling his own cheeks heat up a little at what he was reading. He could certainly understand now why Malfoy had been blushing… Clearing his throat he commented:

"Well, that explains how they got together."

"Indeed." Draco said and an awkward silence fell upon the two men, who were both trying to calm their reactions to the dream Draco's ancestor described in his diary.

"Err… let's get back to work, shall we?" Harry said after a while and handed the diary back to Draco, who agreed and they continued to read in silence, neither admitting even to themselves that their thoughts kept on trailing back to the diary entry, only with slightly different protagonists.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you thought.

Next chapter will be posted next week and we will find about what's wrong with Harry.

- Dalnim