A/N: What can I say? I live for Harry/Draco. Adios!

-CatJetRat

Warning: Excessive gayness and eventual sappiness. Characters aren't OOC, but situations are unrealistic in HP world, except, of course, for the DH pairing. You have been warned.

Chapter 1

A Fallen Prince

Normal POV

Harry chewed on a sugar quill and glared down at his Transfiguration essay. Honestly, their teachers shouldn't assign them homework this difficult right before the holidays! Harry leaned back in his chair and stretched, eyes roving around the library. His gaze fell on Draco Malfoy, sitting around a table with his two best friends, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, presumably working on the same essay. The boy was truly a mystery. He and his mother had joined the Light side after returning to Hogwarts, and had fought side by side Harry in the final battle. It turned out that Snape was innocent as well. He had killed Dumbledore, but only at Dumbledore's request that he do so to save Malfoy from having to do it. That was why Snape had been so horrified and full of anger after killing Dumbledore. Horror and hatred at what he'd had to do. He had also fought next to Harry, as had Malfoy. Indeed, Harry and Malfoy had saved each other's lives countless times in the battle. Lucius, surprisingly enough, had also saved his life, and he had returned the favor. Yet after the battle, in their seventh year, it was as if none of this had happened. Malfoy went back to hating Harry, and, after a few well-placed hexes on Malfoy's part, Harry returned the favor. Harry shrugged. None of it mattered, anyway. Voldemort was gone, his Horcruxes demolished; that was all that mattered.

Harry realized that Hermione was glaring at him, and, with a sigh, he returned to his essay. What had possessed him to ask for her help? He should have known it would be, "Look at this, Harry" "Study that, Harry," on and on.

Harry spent the next two hours working on his essay, hoping it would be good enough for McGonagall, who had continued teaching Transfiguration, as they were unable to find a suitable replacement. With a relieved sigh at two in the morning, he rolled it up. Thank Merlin it was a Friday. He could have a lie in the next day. Harry stood up, and Hermione muttered something about studying more. Harry smiled. Hermione's brilliance had been a great asset in the war, and, much as he hated to admit it, so had Snape's. He had produced healing potion after healing potion for Madame Pomfrey, and he was also brilliant in battle. Though it was Harry in the end who felled Voldemort, it was his allies who tore down a path to him.

Harry began heading towards the library door, and again, his gaze strayed towards his once-ally. Though Malfoy liked to act as if nothing had changed, it had indeed. Several students from Slytherin House were gone, though much less than expected. Many had gone over to the Light side, and, indeed, most had never been Dark to begin with. It was a misconception, borne of their cunning and often ill-tempered attitudes. Malfoy certainly hadn't been evil. But after the war, though he treated Harry with the same ill-contempt, he hadn't behaved in his house as normal. He was quieter, and while before he had almost behaved like a prince, and been treated as one, after the war he just acted like a seventeen year old boy.

But lately, Harry noticed that had been fading. More people were returning to Hogwarts, as the fear of a Death Eater rebellion died down. More Slytherins returned too. Harry suspected that many of them had been afraid to return, afraid that others would reject them. But there had been no rejection, and no more hatred of Slytherins than usual. It seemed that all anyone cared about was the fact that Voldemort was gone. The worst attitude to be had towards Slytherins was that of a fallen enemy. Some viewed Draco Malfoy as a fallen prince. But Harry knew better. Malfoy would return. He was just garnering his strength. No Malfoy ever stayed fallen for long. Malfoy's attitude towards Harry was evidence enough of that. He actually found that he almost wanted it that way. Then, he could hate Malfoy and nothing would seem like it had changed. Soon, everything would be back to normal.

Two Weeks Later

"I can't believe I ever wanted him to be normal again!" Harry snapped, he and Ron slamming down into seats next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Hermione looked up from her book, and choked on her steak and kidney pie. In shining letters across Harry's forehead were the words 'Golden Boy'. Next to him Ron sported 'The Loyal Dog'.

Two tables over Malfoy was practically falling out of his chair he was laughing so hard. Hermione bit back her own bubbling laughter and waved her wand. The words vanished. Harry and Ron heaved identical relieved sighs.

"You mean you actually wanted him like this?" Ron asked in disgust, helping himself to some mashed potatoes.

Harry shrugged. "I thought it would be better than having him act all quiet and noble." He grimaced and touched his forehead. "Guess I was wrong."

"How did he manage to curse you two anyway and get away with it?" Hermione asked.

Harry and Ron exchanged guilty looks. "Well, technically we started it," Harry said. Hermione's eyes narrowed. "It wasn't like we did anything bad!" Harry protested quickly. "We were in transfiguration, learning how to turn each other into animals, and Ron said something about how now we'd be able to turn Malfoy into a ferret again and keep him that way and, well, he hexed us," Harry finished miserably.

"Anyway, McGonagall took five points from Slytherin, and punished us by refusing to take the words off," Ron muttered grumpily.

Hermione sighed loftily. "I agree with her punishment," she said firmly. "And I shouldn't have taken it off of you."

"Oh, come on, Hermione," Harry pleaded. "Please don't put it back on."

"Yeah, we'll be good!" Ron chimed in.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her dinner. Ron and Harry grinned, starting in on theirs.

The next day in transfiguration, Ron was up to his usual tricks again. He and Harry were sitting behind Malfoy today, and Ron was imitating a ferret. Harry was doing his best not to laugh at the impressions Ron was making, and was doing quite a good job, until one rather realistic impression of Malfoy as a ferret caught him off guard, and he burst out laughing. Malfoy wheeled around, and immediately saw what was happening. His eyes narrowed, and he whipped out his wand. Harry jerked his out too. "Petrificus Totalus!" he cried, but Harry blocked that and raised his own wand.

"Rectumsempra!" Harry exclaimed, but Malfoy dodged it. A wand went flying across the room but Harry didn't bother to ask whose. Malfoy fired the Jelly-Legs jinx, and Harry shot out the Tickling charm. Both were dodged, and various students cried out as they became the unlucky recipients of Harry and Malfoy's strong curses.

"Expelliarmus!" came a stern voice, and Harry and Malfoy both found their wands being torn from their hands and into the hands of one Professor McGonagall. Both boys shrank visibly from her glare.

"I have had enough of your antics, the both of you!" she snapped. "Twenty-Five points from both Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the both of you get to clean the Ancient Runes classroom tonight—without magic," she added severely. "No fighting or else you get to clean it, and my classroom for the rest of the month!"

"Why the Ancient Runes classroom?" Harry asked boldly, fully expecting to be reprimanded for asking. Instead she smiled, but it was a scary smile.

"Because it seems one of the students uncovered a rune which covered the walls and ceiling in Stink Sap," she said. "And unfortunately it cannot be removed using magic. Some property in the rune that the professor is looking into. The house-elves finished about half of the room, and I've been waiting for someone to act up in my classroom so I can make them do it. And you boys are the lucky ones!"

Harry groaned inwardly. He had had his own unfortunate experience with Stink Sap a couple of years ago, and was not looking forward to a reunion. Malfoy looked livid, though. Harry hid a smirk. He suspected that, except for detentions, Malfoy had never cleaned anything in his life. This would be fun….

Harry was seriously reconsidering that statement four hours later, though. He and Malfoy had been at it for about an hour, and had barely finished one wall. The house-elves had cleaned the ceiling and two walls, leaving the rest to Harry and Malfoy. Harry and Malfoy had fought for about half an hour over who would do what, and it was finally decided that they would take turns retrieving the water. Apparently magical water and soap didn't work either. The house-elves had cleaned the spaces around the walls so that the two boys could sit or stand comfortably while cleaning.

Harry slumped back, tired and reeking, and moaned. His only comfort was that his blond companion wasn't faring any better. Covered in Stink Sap, he was too tired to even complain about the state of his hair, which was all he had done for the first forty-five minutes. Harry took pity on his rival, and cast a quick cleaning spell on the both of them. Malfoy glanced down at himself, and then looked at Harry. "Thanks, Potter," he muttered. Harry nodded, and they got up and began working again.

Almost three hours later, they were finally done. Malfoy threw his sponge into the bucket. "Never again," he said in horror.

Harry laughed, and felt his stomach rumble. He stood up, stretching, plans to sneak down into the kitchen already forming in his mind. Thank goodness for Fridays. He stood up, casting another cleaning spell on the both of them. He glanced around the classroom, curiosity peaking his mind. He was surprised that he was still awake enough to be curious, but he was. What was Ancient Runes about, anyway? He cast his eye over the books lining the shelves, and spotted one with some interesting looking runes. He opened the book, which was cracked and dusty. It didn't look like it'd been opened in years, and flipped through it casually.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Malfoy's voice floated over to his. Harry shrugged. "Just looking," he said. Now there were some interesting runes. What looked like a sundial and sun were sitting on a page, and underneath it was what looked like Latin words. Harry looked carefully at the runes, and, unbeknownst to him, they appeared below his feet.

"Tempus converto viginti septum annum!"

"Potter!" Malfoy shouted, grabbing his arm. "What are you—?"

He was cut off suddenly by a whirl of sound. They were yanked off their feet and thrown backwards, their heads hitting the newly cleaned wall, and they passed out.

A few hours later, Professor Argyle wandered into the room, pushing her hair away from her face. She spotted the two boys on the ground and gasped. She went to retrieve Professor McGonagall.

The unconscious boys were taken to the Infirmary, where Madam Pomfrey revived them. They stirred. Malfoy came to first.

"Bloody hell, Potter," he mumbled. "I'm going to kill you."

Harry stirred next. "Shut it, Malfoy," he grumbled, and opened his eyes. Professor McGonagall was staring sternly down at them. Harry gulped.

"It was his fault, Professor," Malfoy jumped the gun. "I told him not to look through the Ancient Runes textbook but he wouldn't listen!"

"You did not!" Harry scowled. "Besides, all I did was look!"

"And speak a spell! I don't even want to know what you did."

"ENOUGH!" Professor McGonagall shouted, and they fell silent. "Now I don't know who you boys are, or how you got into the castle, but I want an explanation, now!"

Harry and Malfoy looked up at him, identical signs of confusion on their faces. "What are you talking about, Professor?" Harry finally said. "I'm Harry Potter, and he's Malfoy."

"Draco Malfoy," the fair-haired boy corrected, and glared at his companion. "And isn't it obvious what you've done? I remember the words you spoke now, and I speak Latin! You sent us back in time twenty seven years!"

A/N: Well, that's a good enough start for now. I don't think this will be too long. Maybe like five or six chapters. Adios!

-CatJetRat