Only Time

Chapter 3



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Name: Only time (3/?)
Author: Dracona Malfoy
E-Mail: obake_project@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Current Warnings: "kind of" slash, het, OCC characters, AU Beta
readers: Sarah Martin
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, don\'t sue me, ok?
Chapter 3 - The truth behind the lie

It was morning. The Great Hall was filled with a few students who were eating
breakfast.

"You never recognize when you\'re wrong, HERMIONE," yelled Ron
Weasley, sitting at the Gryffindor table.

"Don\'t you dare yell at me, Ronald Weasley," notified Hermione,
"If you didn’t act like such a child you could see it for yourself."


"I am not childish or stupid," said a disgusted Ron, "If he
is so marvelous like you\'re saying, why don’t you go over there and sit with
him?"

"Do you ever stop fighting, hm? Will you even tell me what it is your
fighting about now?" asked Harry, sitting down at the table.

"Malfoy," they answered in chorus.

"Oh, ok. And what did he do that was so horrible now?" questioned
Harry without any real interest.

"HE SMILED!" ranted Ron.

"He did nothing, Harry. That is my point. For the first time in five
years, we had a civilized conversation," said Hermione, "AND that is
irritating Ron."

"That is not what is irritating me. What is irritating me is the fact
that you don’t see that he is plotting something. It’s obvious he is up to
something," said Ron, as though it was the most noticeable thing in the
world.

"He smiled to me too," commented Harry.

"Did you hear that Mione? It’s like I said! He is plotting something!"
exclaimed Ron with a victorious air while he looked for Draco at the Slytherin
table

"That doesn’t mean anything," said she to Ron, "When was
that, Harry?"

"Last week, shortly after the game. You told me to go speak with him,
and I was."

"At least someone listens to me when speak," sighed Hermione,
"sorry, please continue."

"And when I was in the Hall, and they entered. He was with his mother,
Madam Pomfrey and your mother, Ron," he completed, while his friend did
grimaced at the rival table.

" My mother?" asked a horrified Ron, "With Narcissa Malfoy?

"Yes, she helped support Draco. He still looked half dead," said
Harry sadly. "I was going to speak with him, but I gave up, when I saw
that he was not in a condition to. Then when he looked in my direction he
smiled." completed Harry.

"He is plotting something. I know it," stated Ron, convincing
only himself.

"And what cause you to come to that conclusion?" asked Hermione,
extremely irritated.

"Hn?" answered Ron eloquently.

"But I still said the strangest part," said Harry, calling the
attention of the two friends glaring each other, "The night before the
game I got up to go to the kitchen."

"Then was that you that was making all the noise in the dormitory? I
thought I that had dream," interrupted Ron, earning a rough look from his
friends, "Sorry."

"Then, continuing... when I was almost at the entrance, I heard
someone coming, I hid... and when I looked at the map, it wasn’t Filch but
who?, asked Harry, leaving his friends chewing their nails, "Draco I.
Malfoy."

"He has a middle name?" asked Hermione, while Ron looked with
distrust at his plate, "Do you think he poisoned the food?" asked
Ron, looking the plate with distrust written all over his features.

"If it had been poisoned, you would have died already. After all, it
was a week ago that he was there," said Hermione with tone of superiority.

"And the most interesting thing was that he was wearing colorful socks,"
commented Harry annoyed, trying come back to the matter.

"And my socks are blue! What does Malfoy’s taste in socks have to do
with anything?" asked Ron.

"That’s not what I meant. What I was trying to say is that his socks
are like the ones that Dobby always gives me, you know one of each color, with
weird drawings on them."

"Then Dobby is helping Malfoy, he’s plotting something too?"
asked an extremely confused Ron.

"Oh enough Ronald Weasley! You always think that he is getting ready
to do something to us. Sure sometimes you’re right, but you cannot deny the
fact of that since the beginning of the year he hasn’t done anything to us!"
said Hermione in a elevated tone, causing the Great Hall to stop and listen.

Hermione stayed extremely red when she noticed that everybody at the tables
looked in her direction as if she had two heads. Then she noticed a wide eyed
Draco was listening to the whole thing from the Slytherin table.

"I’ll ..see you in class," said Hermione, getting up from the
table and heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

"She gives me the shivers when she acts like this," commented Ron
soon after Hermione left, " She reminds me of my mother."

Ron and Harry laughed and they finished their breakfast. Shortly afterwards
they got up and also went to Potions.

"Are you two finished yet?" Draco asked his friends, "Class is
going to start soon."

"Just some more cakes and we\'re going," answered Crabbe with his
mouth full.

"Hurry up Crabbe. And don’t speak with your mouth full, it’s
disgusting," grumbled Draco, " I\'m seeing your food and it looks
like its screaming for help," Draco said looking nauseous.

"Why are you in such a hurry Draco? We have potions and Snape
doesn’t care if we get their late," said Goyle.

"I know, Greg. It’s just that I have a feeling that today’s class
in going to be interesting," she said with a malicious smile stamped on her
face.

"Anything you say boss," said Crabbe, while he stood up.

"I already told you not to call me that," said Draco, also
getting up, followed by Goyle.

"As you wish, boss," agreed Crabbe, behind Draco, laughing with
Goyle.

"You’re both lost cases," sighed Draco while hitting his head
with his hand, causing her friends to laugh more, "Come on. Let\'s go
class."

Class had already started. Everybody was present, with the exception of some
Slytherins. Snape was in the worst mood ever and had already taken 30 points
away from Gryffindor for the stupidest reasons, such as breathing deeply,
scratching your head, or even yawning. Snape was about to explain today’s
potion, when three students entered the room.

"Sorry for the delay, professor," said Draco quickly upon entering
the room.

"I see that you\'re better, mister Malfoy," commented the
professor, without any show of the previous bad mood, "Please pair up,
Malfoy and Goyle, Crabbe and Zabini," he said pointing to places in the
room. "Ok now class can start, and take it easy today Draco," he
said to his favorite student.

"Did you see that? If that were you or me, he would have given us
detentions!" grumbled Ron, after hearing Snape, to Harry who was at the
table nearby working with Hermione.

"Five points from Gryffindor for talking in class," stated Snape,
with a crooked smile, "Today’s potion is extremely difficult to make.
Therefore, I believe that only a few students will be able to make it,"
he said looking toward Draco. " It is a de-aging potion. If you make the
potion correctly, you should become around 6 years younger. On the contrary,
some of them will probably be poisoned," Snape completed looking in the
direction of Neville Longbottom, who trembled under the professors gaze.
"The ingredients are on the chalkboard. You can begin."
"Relax, Neville. We’re gonna make it," said Ron forcing a smile
for his friend.
The class went by normally. And for the first time in his life, it looked
like Neville had gotten the potion right.

"The potion is the right color, Neville," said Hermione with tone of
approval, earning a shy smile from Neville.

"Of course, he had me for his partner," completed Ron convinced.

Draco, who hadn’t removed her eyes from the Gryffindors for the entire class,
nudged Crabbe, and pointed to the table in front of them and nodded her head
toward Ron.

"Throw that into the caldron," said Draco, while she passed a small
bat wing, stealthily, under the table to her friend.

Vincent Crabbe took advantage of the Gryffindors still discussing the potion
of Ron and Neville. Quickly the new foreign ingredient was added, the potion
bubbled, which called the attention of Harry. However, the professor
interrupted them.

"Time is up. Choose who is going to take your potion. And Longbottom, I
expect that your potion is correct," commented Snape.

"The potion is correct, professor," established Ron, earning a
furious look from the professor.

"Then I believe that you not opposed to testing it, mister Weasley?"
called Snape, with a triumphant air.

"Of course not, sir," answered Ron, irritated.

"Gryffindors!" exclaimed Snape, and the Slytherins laughed,
"Therefore, mister Weasley, what are you waiting for? We don’t have all
day.
Ron, threw pleading look to Hermione, while he put some of the potion into
the cup, and when he was drinking he noticed a despaired Harry swinging his
arms frantically over his head, hissing DON"T. However he wasn’t sure
if he really had said it, but soon after he drank the potion, he felt severe
pain in his stomach, which made him fall to the ground moaning.

The class erupted in chaos, all of the Gryffindors ran to Ron, while the
Slytherins rolled around on the ground they were laughing so hard.. Snape,
unconcerned, looked at the potion.

All of a sudden, the shouts stopped, and in a blast, Ron disappeared. On the
ground they remained only a pile of Ron’s clothes.

"RON!" yelled Harry, while looking puzzled t the pile of clothes on
the ground. "You\'ll pay for this, Crabbe," he said, trembling with
rage, while glaring at the Slytherin.

Some students tried separate them, however they weren’t successful. After
watching his class turn into total chaos, Snape yelled, "SILENCE!"

All of the students froze in their places, except Crabbe and Harry who were
still fighting. Without any alternative, Snape walked to the two of them and
pulled them apart before anything worse could happen.

Hermione heard crying coming from the pile of clothes. "Will he be ok?"
she asked more for herself than for the others, while she approached the pile.

When she approached, the pile of clothes moved, causing them to jump backwards.
The cloth moved, revealing a baby of not more of 8 months, with flaming red
hair. She looked at him amazed, them picked him up off the ground, and covered
him with his clothes, since he was naked.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Potter! For fighting without a cause in my
classroom," hissed the professor..

"For no reason? Look what he did to Ron!" shouted Harry.

"You do not have any proof against Mr. Crabbe, and your friend is
fine, incase haven’t noticed, Potter," said Snape, looking towards
Hermione who was holding the red headed baby tightly in her arms..

"But that is Ron."

"Exactly, Potter. Now I believe that you must apologize to Mr. Crabbe,"
continued Snape, pulling out some laughs from the Slytherin.

"Never," answered Harry, approaching Hermione and the baby.

"A week of detention, Mr. Potter! Class dismissed."

After potions were done, the classes ran more normally than he had expected
considering the situation they were in. Ron took the potion to restore him to
his proper age, but the effects were slow. It took 6 hours for Ron to age a
year.

After supper, the students headed to there respective common rooms, while
Harry went to dungeons, to fulfill his detention.

As punishment, Harry would have that clear Snape’s room daily, beginning
wiht the cupboard of ingredients. It took him hours to remove the dust off of
everything and put back the ingredients in their right places, alphabetical
order of course. While he was impressed with the organization of the
professor, it made him think of a film that he watched at the Dursleys:
Sleeping With the Enemy. In the film, the husband of the main character was so
psychotic that he arranged the tins from the kitchen in alphabetical order.
Perhaps Snape also went psychotic.

After the work done, he felt starved, however he dragged himself up to the
Gryffindor’s Tower , since he was dirty and without his invisibility cloak.
Upon his arrive in the common room, he found some students still studying, and
the Weasleys watching their brother, who still wasn’t three years old.

Harry took a bath, and got his cloak and the Marauder\'s Map. Upon checking
the map, he noticed that the name Draco I. Malfoy was found in the kitchen.
And without delay, he ran back into the common room.

"Hey, Ron, what about some biscuits?" he asked the infant who
started smiling from one ear to the other.

"Give me! Give me!" aid Ron, lively, opening and closing his
little hands in the Harry’s direction.

"Ok how about this, if I go to the kitchen and bring you a hill of
biscuits, you have to promise that you will stay here and be quiet until I get
back, agreed? said Harry to the boy.

"\'k. But I want of chocotale," the little Ron said.

"The correct is chocolate, Ron," said Hermione with air of
disapproval, while Ron stuck out his tongue at her.

Harry laugh while he walked towards the portrait of the fat lady.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive in the kitchen. Consulting the map
ain,ain, he verified that Draco was still there. So he made sure the cloak
covered himself, and entered the kitchen.

What he saw astonished him. Never in all his life had he imagined to see Draco
so at ease, and he had expected to never see him surrounded by House Elfs. He
laughed and talked while eating candies and more sweets. And the strangest
thing was who brought him all of the candies, with tear filled eyes, Dobby.

"Young mistress brought a coat for Dobby, sir. Dobby does not know how to
thank you," said Dobby.

"It’s not necessary. Besides, the coat is nothing compared to the
socks that you gave me," answered Draco sincerely. "I think that I
should be going now," Draco completed standing up[.

" Would young mistress Draco like more biscuits for friends?"
asked Dobby, indicating some little bags filled with biscuits.

"I don’t think I’ll need them, they’ll probably be down in a
little while to raid the kitchen," she said smiling and saying good-bye.

Harry watched everything with his mouth open. Draco? Being nice to those lower
than him? He had to tell Ron about this after he recuperated. However, when he
was Draco walk through the door, he decided to act. He grabbed some biscuits
and followed him.

Draco walked in the direction of the Slytherin\'s common room when felt like
someoas fas following her. She stopped suddenly, but didn’t see anything. She
looked in vain but still couldn’t see a thing. So she gave up, convincing
herself that she should stop being so paranoid. When suddenly a figure rose in
front of her, leaving a cloak on the ground. With a look of horror, she
realized that the person who had followed her was none other than Harry Potter.

"I know who you really are," he said without missing a beat, while
Draco stared at him with wide eyes.