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I was standing in Queen Street, among plenty of other people my age. Wait – my age? They were fifteen! looked down to find that I was transported back into my fifteen-year-old self. My hair was darker, my brows were bushier, my face was rounder...

I was on something invisible. I couldn't see what it was, but I seemed to be sitting in thin air, behind another girl. "Hang on." she said in a soft vague voice, and we were suddenly moving down, past the shops, until we arrived at a dark corridor.

I recognized the sign above it and the red-haired cartoon. It was Future Rush! It was an experience that used to be at Te Papa, the museum, and now it had moved here. It was an awesome ride and I was disappointed when Te Papa decided not to have it any more.

I took that moment to look at my clothes, and I suddenly realized what everyone else was wearing too. We were all in black robes with a coloured tie! It was Hogwarts robes – I knew that straight off, and I checked my tie. It was blue and bronze, so I was a Ravenclaw, as I expected. I was quickly able to surmise that the other kids were students, too. And the girl I was with (who was in Ravenclaw too) was...

I looked around to see if there was a blonde boy in a green and silver tie anywhere. But I only spotted him when we were waiting for the latest group to be finished with the experience/ride that was supposed to be what the future was like. It would be a good few minutes. Like me, he was fifteen or sixteen at that moment. I wanted to go and demand an explanation of him, but I wasn't going to yell and scream at him in front of everyone else. But I made sure he knew what he was going to get when I caught him alone.

"When I get hold of you, Draco Malfoy, you better explain this!" I mouthed the words at him.

"I thought you wanted Lovegood to be your best friend. She's right there. Aren't you going to talk to her?" he mouthed back.

I gave him the "I'm watching you" gesture and turned to Luna. I didn't know how I hadn't seen the similarities before. The messy blonde hair, the dreamy eyes, the vague soft voice...they were all totally Luna.

"Have you been on this before?" I asked.

Luna shook her head. "No, but I think it'll be interesting." she said.

I had to say, it wasn't easy to maintain a conversation with Luna. Mainly because she had a tendency to just say whatever came into her head, and quite a bit of what she said was unrelated to the conversation. Either that, or she was talking about something I didn't really understand. I didn't know how to ask about things without seeming dumb or offensive.

It wasn't exactly a relief when it was time to go in, though. I still really wanted Luna to be my friend, because once I'd gotten used to the type of things she talked about, we could be double the insanity. I thought very highly of individuals with a hint of insanity to them.

I only realized that I'd dreamed it all when I blinked. The sun was already up, and so was Draco. He smirked at me. "Enjoy that?" he asked.

"You.." I began, sitting up. "Are you saying you..."

Draco nodded, that infuriating but also enticing smirk on his face. "Yes, I did manipulate your dream, and yes, it was me in it. I suppose I wasn't completely honest about not having magic. I've been working on it since I got here, and I've got a bit of it to work. Not all of it, though. I don't suppose you can get those others to send me my wand? Wandless magic is an effort."

"I'm not planning to ask them." I snapped. "You had no right to manipulate my dream!"

"I was being nice!" Draco said impatiently. "You said you wanted to be friends with Loony. It was a favour."

"Yeah, then you crashed my hopes because it wasn't even real." I muttered. "How did you know about Future Rush, anyway?"

Draco shrugged. "That part was you. Same thing with you wearing a Ravenclaw tie. It shows, you're definitely a Ravenclaw."

I scowled anyway. "Just promise never to do that again, and I might let this go."

"Okay, okay, okay, I promise never to manipulate your dreams again!" Draco said, sounding a little defensive. "Look, I didn't mean to get you mad. So," he continued, going to sit cross-legged at the foot of the bed, opposite me. "I suppose you have to go into university today?"

I nodded, glancing at the time. "I've got two hours. But I need to leave that to do studying."

"What am I supposed to do for all that time?" Draco whined, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "Can't you show me some more YouTube stuff? Please?"

I sighed. "Tell you what. Tonight we'll watch the next two films. That's fifth and sixth year. While I'm studying, pick out something to watch. Or read one of my books, whatever."

Draco picked up my dog-eared copy of Malorie Blackman's book Noughts and Crosses. He glanced up again, suddenly registering something I'd said. "Wait...there's a sixth year film?"

I nodded, noticing the flash of pain in his expression. I knew he was remembering what had happened that year. That was the year he got marked.

I didn't really remember much about that day. The interest of the day really came when we watched the movies. For Order Of The Phoenix, Draco kept asking "Why isn't there more of me in it?"

"It's Harry's story." I pointed out. "Not yours. Otherwise this series would have your name, wouldn't it?"

However, I did feel a little sorry during Half-Blood Prince. Draco looked pretty uneasy whenever he saw himself onscreen, and just as much near the beginning when Snape made that Unbreakable Vow.

When it got to that scene when the Death Eaters broke in and the actor finally pulled up his sleeve to show the skull-snake tattoo, I moved closer to Draco, sort of trying to provide some comfort. He didn't look at me, but he instinctively pulled me closer, treating me as kind of a security blanket. His eyes were wide and frozen, watching the screen. In fact, I felt so guilty for suggesting we watch it, that I showed him a critical review of the first movie, in which he could regain some happiness watching his first-year character. Even though it had that scene with the unicorn blood, he had to laugh at the reviewer's witty idea of what the hooded figure should say when the character screamed and ran off, leaving Harry alone: "Wait, Draco, come back! I want to give you a hug!"

However, when we got to bed that night, I couldn't help asking something. "Do you still have it?" I whispered. "The Mark?"

Draco wordlessly pulled his sleeve up, exposing the Dark Mark. At that moment, he looked more vulnerable than I'd ever seen anyone look.

I nestled closer to him, and he wrapped one arm around me and stroked my hair with the other. We stayed in that position the whole night, even after we fell asleep. Neither of us moved until the alarm woke us.

The next chapter will have a time-skip! I've finally caught up to where I was before, although I changed a bit. Please, please, please review!