Time Management

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Draco re-appeared in his room. Blaise got up quickly from the bed and walked over to him, a worried look on his face.

"Did it work?" he asked.

Draco smirked. "Let's go see, shall we." Draco pushed open the door and was greeted with the sight of Harry, standing with his arms crossed and glaring at Draco. This was not the same Harry that Draco had left. He didn't wear the baggy clothes that he had worn in the previous future. He wore tight well-fitted clothes. His glasses were gone, making his eyes shine brighter than Draco could ever remember.

Harry's hair was still messy and it was thicker than it used to be. In Harry's left ear he wore an earring. The earring was a silver lightening bolt. This Harry was glaring at Draco in a manner quite similar to that of the previous Harry.

"What are you doing in my room?" Harry asked quietly and dangerously.

Draco raised his eyebrows, taken aback. "Your room?" he drawled.

"Yes, my room. I'm Head Boy." Harry's eyes glittered and darkened by a shade.

Draco's mouth dropped open in shock and Blaise did the same. "You're Head Boy?" Draco asked incredulously. Harry gave him a look that said, "Duh!" and pushed his way past Draco into his room. He slammed the door shut, leaving Draco and Blaise to gape at the closed door.

They turned to each other, still in shock at what had just happened.

"What the fuck was that?!" Draco exclaimed. Blaise shook his head in amazement. Draco went down the stairs into the common room. Everything looked the same. He spotted Pansy sitting in a corner. She looked disturbed. Draco and Blaise made they're way over to her. She looked up as they approached and narrowed her eyes.

"What did you do now?" she asked viciously. Draco was surprised at her attitude. He was, after all, the Prince of Slytherin.

"Excuse me, Pansy, dear," Draco drawled dangerously, "But what gives you the right to speak to me like that?"

Pansy gave him a disdainful look. "Please, Draco. You have no power here, just accept it already."

Blaise's eyebrows were so high on his forehead they were in danger of escaping into his dark hair. Draco started laughing and Pansy got a confused look on her face. Draco stopped abruptly and leaned in close to Pansy so that his face was a mere inch from hers, his eyes shining a molten silver.

"If you ever say that again, Pansy, I will curse you into oblivion." He stepped back from her, glaring daggers at her. She looked taken aback at his show of dominance. Draco glared around the room, daring anyone else to challenge his authority. He received some curious looks from his fellow Slytherins, but none dared try to challenge him after that.

He motioned for Blaise and together they left through the door in the wall. As they stepped into the corridor, Blaise had his turn to yell at Draco.

"I told you this was going to happen!" he exclaimed as they climbed the steps out of the dungeon. Draco sighed, knowing what was coming. "Now everything is screwed up! Look at Pansy! I can only imagine what Potter is like. Mind, he didn't seem all that much nicer to us. But he is a Slytherin now, so that's something. Are you sure you did it right?" Blaise asked.

Draco turned on him. "Of course I did it right, Blaise! Somethings just gone wrong over the years." They had reached the entrance hall. Draco checked his watch. It was nearly 6:00, time for dinner.

'This ought to be interesting,' Draco thought. As they entered into the Great Hall, no one so much as glanced up.

Draco found this odd and proceeded to the Slytherin table. No one noticed his arrival and he sat down, wondering at the changes that had taken place. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table. They were not nearly as loud as they usually were.

Granger and Weasley were not sitting next to each other, Draco noticed. Draco shared a look with Blaise before turning to the staff table. Dumbledore looked especially grave, more so than normal. All the teachers looked tired.

Then the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open and Potter strode inside. Pansy was following him at a distance, looking as though she was afraid of what he might do if she got too close. Everyone's heads swiveled toward him as he walked to the Slytherin table. He chose a seat across from Draco and Blaise. Once he was seated, the rest of the school looked away, but many were still shooting fervid glances towards him.

He was not blushing as the previous Potter had done. He seemed to be taking it in stride and enjoying the attention. Once everyone started talking, Harry leaned over to Draco.

"When did you change your hair?" he asked quietly. Draco was surprised to hear Harry talking to him civilly, especially after what happened in the dormitories. He chanced a glance at Blaise, who looked just as confused.

"Uh... a long time ago," he said, running a hand through his spikes. Harry looked at him closely then nodded his approval. Harry didn't talk to him the rest of the meal. Draco watched him very carefully. There were a few similarities between this Potter and the one he had known. This Potter still had a nervous habit of flattening down his bangs every chance he got. He was, however, far more outgoing than the Harry Draco knew.

He had a cold aura around him though. All the people around him seemed diminished by his presence. Pansy was definitely not her usual self. She hovered in the background, laughing a high-pitched and girlish laugh that Draco despised and had often told her to cease. Harry didn't seem to mind though.

Once dinner was over, Draco and Blaise headed back to the dorms, wondering what exactly happened to make Potter replace Draco as Prince of Slytherin. 'More like Prince of Darkness,' Draco thought.

"I wonder what else is different," Blaise pondered aloud.

Draco shrugged. "The Mudblood and Weasel weren't sitting together. Maybe they're not friends since Saint Potter never showed up to rescue them," Draco offered.

They walked in silence the rest of the way, thinking of all the things Potter had done in the past that might not have happened. When they reached the Slytherin dormitories, they gave the password (basilisk) and entered. No one really noticed their arrival, although a few first years whispered furiously behind their hands.

Draco shot them a death glare and they squeaked and shut up immediately. He and Blaise walked to their dorms, Draco dreading the thought of having to sleep with Crabbe and Goyle in the same room again. Why wasn't he Head Boy? Why was Potter? Potter hadn't even been a prefect in the last future!

They were climbing the stairs and passing Draco's old room when Harry appeared in the doorway.

"Malfoy," he said firmly. Draco stopped and gave him a bored look. "I want to talk to you," Harry said pointedly.

"So talk," Draco drawled.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he shot a look at Blaise that was obviously supposed to mean something. "Alone," he said in a dangerous voice. Draco sneered at him, but gave a nod to Blaise, who took his cue and continued on to his dorm. Harry opened his door wider, and Draco stepped in.

Once he was inside, Harry shut the door and locked it with his wand. Draco eyed the lock suspiciously.

"What was that fo--" His sentence was cut off as Harry crashed his lips into Draco's. Draco's eyes were open in surprise as Harry's tongue worked its way into his mouth. Harry pushed him backward until he hit the wall. He let out a small "emph" as he hit the wall, but Harry continued to kiss Draco. His tongue swirled around in his mouth, tasting him. Draco's eyes fluttered shut as Harry nibbled on his lower lip. He moaned slightly as Harry's hand pushed under his shirt.

Suddenly though, he was brought back to his senses. He broke the kiss and pushed Harry away. Harry staggered back a few paces, breathing heavily from the kiss.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Draco yelled, staring at Harry.

Harry appeared confused. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked.

"Baby?" Draco repeated, disgusted. "What the hell is going on?!" he exclaimed.

Harry looked surprised and gave Draco a questioning look. "Draco, what's wrong with you? You've been acting strange since this morning," he said, surveying him closely.

"Me?! strange?! What about you, and since when have you called me Draco?"

Harry stepped forward and Draco moved away from him. "Since we started this," he said plainly.

"Started what exactly?"

"Shagging."


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A/N: I'm glad you guys seem to like this. It was definitely a different direction for me. To those of you who think I'm going to rewrite the story: I'm not. Of all the things I've been told this story is, cliche is not one of them and I hope you agree.

Incessant Darkness: I'm not upset! And you're right, I am fairly busy what with work and classes all started up again. I still will do it if you need though... I need something to procrastinate with! And I think you are really going to like this fic, I think you know why ;)