Title: What If

Summary: What would have happened if Harry had accepted Draco's hand all those years ago? Draco wonders everyday…so he goes back in time to figure out.

Chapter #1: Hidden Desire

Draco Malfoy didn't think it was possible, but apparently it was. He was head over heels in love with Harry Potter.

It had come to him out of the blue during the summer. He had been bored and was lying on his bed thinking about school and his approaching 17th birthday. This year would be his last at Hogwarts, the one place he had ever felt safe.

His 17th birthday was in his thoughts because that would be the day he was supposed to receive the Dark Mark.

Even though his entire life had been preparation for that moment, Draco couldn't find it in himself to feel happy. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't want to become a Death Eater. The thought at first had scared him but after a few more moments of contemplation, he wasn't as surprised as he should have been.

He didn't take orders from anyone and he certainly couldn't see himself bowing before a man who killed Muggleborns when he himself was a Half-Blood. Of course, the change in sides meant he would have to join forces with Potter. Just the thought of the youth made Draco's stomach churn.

At least he's better looking! Draco found himself thinking. …His hair isn't so bad…kind of that permanent post-shag look…and those eyes!

As soon as the thought crossed Draco's mind, his eyes widened and he sat up in horror.

"Did I just…think Potter was…attract-attract-?"

Draco couldn't even bring himself to say the words "Potter" and "attractive" in the same sentence. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes furiously.

It's the heat…he thought as he realized how hot his room was all of a sudden. The heat is making me delusional…maybe flying for a bit will help.

So Draco grabbed his new Firebolt and headed outside the Manor for a bit. Once he was in the air, all his thoughts of Potter were gone. He absolutely loved flying and Quidditch. He zoomed around the property a couple of times before slowing down and flying at a more leisurely pace.

He had been training extra hard this summer and was almost sure he could beat Potter at Quidditch this year. He closed his eyes in bliss as he pictured the look of horror on Potter's face when he finally caught the Snitch.

His eyes wide with shock and anger…

His hair even messier then usual from the wind…

His cheeks flush red from embarrassment…

Narrowed startling green eyes and a glare fixed on Draco as though they were the only two on the pitch…

Draco's eyes flew open as he realized the thought was having more of an effect on him then it should have. His pants were now too tight for comfort and he had to swerve sharply to avoid crashing into the wall of the Manor.

Muttering to himself and flying through his open bedroom window, Draco forced all thoughts of Harry Potter out of his mind. He threw his broom on his bed and headed into the shower, turning on the cold water full blast. It took awhile before his "problem" was gone and when it was, he got moodily out of the shower.

He went back to his room, changed into his pajama bottoms and slipped into bed, even though it was only 7:45.

Why am I suddenly thinking about Potter this way? Draco thought hours later when his attempts to fall asleep and forget about The Boy Who Lived failed dismally. He's been nothing but a nuisance since the day we met! And even if I do like-tolerate, I mean tolerate him…it wouldn't do much…he wouldn't give me a chance…he didn't before…

His thoughts turned to their first meeting in Madam Malkin's and then their second meeting on the train when he had extended his hand in friendship and Potter had shot him down because of what he had said to Weasley.

Stupid Weasley! Draco thought bitterly. If I had gotten to that compartment first I would be Harr-Potter's best friend…

Maybe even more…


It was a week before he was due to go back to school and Draco was still bored. By now he had decided to give up trying not to think of Potter because it was giving him constant headaches.

Not only was the boy in his thoughts but he was also in his dreams. After many sleepless nights, Draco concluded that he not only liked the Gryffindor Golden Boy, but was very nearly obsessed with him.

This little revelation seemed to help his unsettled mind and his headaches soon disappeared. He eventually welcomed the dreams of Potter and he now grew worried when he wasn't thinking about him.

Right now Draco was currently wandering around the Manor Library trying to find something to read. As he walked by the many shelves, a certain book caught his eye.

It was a large blood red book with silver lettering on the side: Weaving Through Time: A Guide To Fixing The Mistakes Of The Past

Draco paused in front of the book, his eyes wide in shock as the possibilities raced through his mind. He gulped nervously and looked around, making sure he was alone. When he saw the coast was clear, Draco wiped his sweaty palms on his shorts and carefully removed the book from the shelf.

It was heavy and caked with dust and cobwebs. Draco blew the dust away and cleaned the book with his handkerchief. He found his hands shaking slightly as he held the book to his chest and began searching the shelves frantically for any other books on time travel.

When he left sometime later, he had three other books clutched to his chest; Recalling Memories From Another Past, Time Travel Without A Time Turner and Back To The Future: How To Go Back To Your Original Time.

He sat on his bed that night with the four books in front of him, just staring at the covers as different scenarios raced through his mind. If he could go back and fix that one mistake…would it make a difference?

Would Potter be in Slytherin?

Would they be best mates?

Would Potter laugh as Draco was making fun of Longbottom in Potions or imitating Granger behind her back?

Would Draco's father be angry with him if he found out he didn't want the Dark Mark? Or would Lucius be on Potter's side?

Draco, his mind made up, pulled Weaving Through Time onto his lap and gingerly opened to Chapter #1: Realizing Your Mistake.

He was going to do it. He didn't know when…and he didn't know how…but Draco was going to go back in time to see what would have happened if Potter-oh, all right-Harry accepted his hand that day on the train.

He decided he was going to read all four books cover to cover and know them like the back of his hand before he got to Hogwarts. Then, once he was done with that, he would research more in the Hogwarts Library and fix the plan that was already forming in his mind…and hopefully put it into action before Halloween…

Because he was in love with Harry Potter…

And he was determined to have him no matter what…

As he pulled a piece of parchment and quill over to take notes, Draco thought, this is going to be a long two months…


Draco sighed as he pushed his trunk along Platform 9 ¾. It had been a tiresome week and his mind was spinning with all the information on time travel he had absorbed. He had spent the last week locked up in his room, reading page after page of information.

He only stopped every five hours to use the bathroom, shower, or sleep and his meals had been delivered by a house elf three times a day, though he would eat while he read. He had taken so many notes they now occupied three of his parchment books, which had been intended for school, but Draco didn't care, this was more important.

He was lucky he had finished at around ten the night before so he was able to get more then two hours of sleep. He was now dressed in his school uniform, minus the robes, and was levitating his trunk onto the train. As he moved through the crowded corridors, trying to find a seat to himself, a shrill voice reached his ears.

"Drakey! There you are!" Pansy Parkinson exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I haven't heard from you all week! Have you been avoiding me?"

Draco inwardly groaned at the sight of the annoying girl as he pushed past her.

"Drakey? Drakey where are you going?" Pansy demanded as she made a move to follow.

She was blocked however by a particularly large group of third year Hufflepuffs, which gave Draco the chance to escape. He made it all the way to the end of the train were a few compartments were still empty.

He slipped into the last one and, after putting his trunk in the storage compartment, Draco slipped on his robes, and pulled out one of his notebooks and Ready to Write quill out of his bag.

He immediately became engrossed in his notes, circling certain things that applied to his "situation" and underlining things he knew he would need. He barely registered the train lurching forward as it started towards Hogwarts and only paused to retrieve his second notebook.

He was so deep in his thoughts and notes, that he didn't hear his compartment open.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice immediately sent chills down Draco's spine and he closed his eyes briefly in disbelief. Oh Merlin…he thought. Why him…now?

Draco slowly looked up from his reading and into the large green eyes of none other then Harry Potter.

Draco tried to keep himself from launching at the boy. It seemed the summer had been good to Potter…very good…

His was no longer short and skinny, but had grown to a respectable height of 5'9 and had bulked up slightly.

He was still thin, but not in an unhealthy way and his hair was still unruly, except slightly longer and he no longer wore glasses. His skin was tan and his clothes, Draco was pleased to see, were actually his size and not hanging off of him because they were too large.

Sweet Merlin in stilettos he looks good! Draco thought as he eyed Potter up and down. Harry seemed to notice and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you looking at Malfoy?" he asked, his guard up.

"Nothing Potter," Draco spat as he snapped out of his momentary daze. He may have come to grips with his feelings, but that didn't mean he was going to go around treating Potter nicely and staring at him like some kind of lovesick Hufflepuff first year.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked again, crossing his arms.

"Well," Draco drawled. "Seeing as we both go to the same school and this train is our way there, I guess the logical answer would be: going to school."

He was pleased to see Potter's cheeks tinge a slight red with anger and embarrassment.

"I meant why are you back here by yourself? Shouldn't you be in the Prefects' compartment?" he asked.

Damn…forgot…Draco thought. But out loud he said. "I'm Head Boy, Potter, and if I don't feel like going then I don't have to." He pointed to the shiny Head Boy badge pinned to his robes.

"That's funny, seeing as you're supposed to be telling the Prefects what to do and we both know how you love to boss people around…" Harry said.

Draco sighed and went back to his notes. "Must you be so annoying, Potter," he asked. "Why don't you run along and play with your boyfriend and the Mudblood?"

"He's not my boyfriend and don't call her that!" Harry snapped immediately. "And I'd rather leave them alone now that they're dating and all…"

"Ugh, are you trying to make me sick Potter?" Draco asked as he felt a wave of nausea at the thought of the Weasel and Granger together…though he was slightly happy that it wasn't Harry and the Weasel or Harry and the Mudblood.

Silence fell between the two as Draco became engrossed in his notes again. He sighed with relief as he heard the door close but didn't look up.

Thank god he's gone! He thought. One more second of him standing there like that I would have-

The sound of someone flopping down on the seat in front of him jerked Draco out of his thoughts once again.

"Potter, what do you think you're doing?" he asked with narrowed eyes as he looked over his notebook at the boy, who had made himself comfortable on the seat in front of Draco.

"Everywhere else is full and as long as we don't talk to each other, I'm sure we can make it through a train ride without killing each other," Harry said pulling a Chocolate Frog out of his bag and opening it. It was quite melted, probably due to the heat, and Draco's mind suddenly painted a picture of Harry, dripping in melted chocolate, pinned down at his mercy.

"Do you get off on making my life hell?" Draco asked snapping out of his mini daydream. Inside he was dancing around singing at the fact that Harry was, willingly, sitting in the same compartment with him.

"Funny, I've been meaning to ask you that for years," Harry said as he licked a bit of melted chocolate off his finger.

Draco gulped and tore his eyes away from the sight before he got one of his "problems". He went back to reading, though he couldn't concentrate with Harry being so close that he could read out and touch him, which he was trying to stop himself from doing.

He didn't notice Harry was looking down at his open bag.

"Time Travel Without A Time Turner…"

Draco's eyes widened in fear and he immediately dropped his notebook so he could grab, and close his bag. "Those are private things, Potter!" he snapped putting his bag on the seat next to him. "What makes you think you can go through them?"

"I wasn't going through anything, Malfoy!" Harry shot back, holding his hands up in surrender. "It was open…I was just looking…"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's wrong to stick your nose in where it doesn't belong?" Draco snapped, snatching up his notebook as well when he noticed Harry's eyes stray to where it lay, open, on the floor between them.

"I should be asking you that, you hypocrite!" Harry snapped back. "Ever since first year you've been in my business and I never did anything to you!"

"The hell you didn't!" Draco lashed out before grabbing his things and storming out of the compartment, leaving an angry, and slightly confused Harry Potter behind.