Disclaimer: I definitely don't own the Harry Potter characters, they all belong 2 JK Rowling I must say I don't own the idea of making times specific either.  From days-hrs-mins-sec-millisecs…that idea solely comes form my friend, FirePhoenix.  But, FP thanx 4 letting me.  I had 2 do it 2 make Draco's life more complicated than it already is…AiR&FiRe puts left hand on Bible and raises right hand I says, " I solemnly swear 2 God that I did not bite anyone's story on purpose."

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A/N: if anyone going to be in Buckinghamshire, UK on May 3, plz go 2 Collectormania 3 to get 2 autographed photographs of Tom Felton 4 me and my other friend Kikyos Spirit…plz they must be w/ a certificate of authenticity though*more lyke KS wants hers w/one and if u can get one 4 her u can get one 4 me*…newayz back 2 my fic…

~*~*Harry POV~*9:00am~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

            There was definitely no better summer than this.  After I had returned from my 6th year, I went back to the Dursley's & left them two days later for good.  Life could not be better.  I'm now living with my godfather, Sirius Black.  Ever since my 3rd year I wanted to live with him.  Even though he was accused for murdering thirteen people he didn't murder 16 years ago (a/n did I do the math right?).  His name is cleared, and he is the best family member I've got.

~*~*Ron POV~*9:20am~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            I just told Harry we were going to floo in to go to Diagon Alley together.  I told Hermione, and she told us she had some errands to take care of and would meet the rest of our classmates there later.

~*Diagon Alley 12:01, 3 days before Hogwarts~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

            "Is everyone here?"

            "Weasel, everyone's here except the filthy mudblood."  Ron and Harry glance at each other.  Harry shakes his head as if to say, "no, don't start."

With that Ron replied, "We know, ferret boy, she's meeting us later."

            "Whatever. Scarhead, make him shut up, and we can get on our way."

            "Ron, you better zip it, you heard Malfoy."

            "Potter, it's not Malfoy, It's Head Boy."

            Malfoy that was extra salt in the wound."

            "RON!"

            "What!"

            "Don't start a fight okay?"

            "Alright, I'll shut up after Mr. Head Boy over there does."

            "Both of you shut up and keep the insults to yourself."

            "Isn't that so sweet the-boy-who-lived is the peacekeeper, I thought that was your girlfriend's job.  Where is she anyways?"

            "Why would you care, Mr. I-never-caught-the-snitch-when-I'm-playing-Gryffindor?"

            "Who, Gin…umph."  Ron's hand slapped his hand over Harry's mouth, but it was too late, Draco heard it all.

            "Ha, you're going out w/ Weasley's little sister?"

            "Like it would matter, you're going out w/ the school slut."

            "And who would that be?"

            "Pansy, who else?"

            "I hate Pansy, she's a bitch, and worse than the Muggle-born."

            Harry whispers to Ron, "Did I hear what I thought I heard?"

            Ron whispers back, "I think you did."

            Draco thought, "You idiot, you just dissed Pansy, put Mudblood Granger before her and called her muggle-born in front of her best friends."

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            "Where's Hermione? I thought she was going to meet us here?"

            "I don't know, Harry."

Hermione in the meantime just walked in w/ Mercury her new silvery-white owl.

            "Who is that girl? She must be new."  Ron said to Harry when Hermione waved to them.

Draco in the meantime barges in and knocks right into Hermione.

            "Watch where your going, you asshole."

            "Oh, sorry.  Hermione, is that you?"

            "Did I just hear you call me, Hermione, Mr. Head Boy?"

            "How do you know?"

            "Know what?"

            "That I'm Head Boy?"

            "I have my sources, now good bye!" and Hermione storms out obviously very mad at Harry and Ron for nor recognizing her.

            "Crap, that girl's in a pissy mood.  And her sources? Must be the books, wait I'm in a book?!"  Draco said to himself.  He then looks around and only sees Harry and Ron.

            "Pothead, Weasel, where's everyone?"

            "They left,"

            "They left…WHAT!"

            "They left when you were picking up your Head Boy junk."

            "Oh, and why are you guys still here then."

            "Cuz, we're waiting for Hermione."

            "Didn't she just…"

            "Just what?"

            "Nothing."

            "Ron you just called Malfoy's stuff, 'junk,' and he didn't react something must be wrong, RIGHT MALFOY?"

Draco in the meantime started swearing at himself and banged his head on a nearby bookcase and sent most of the books tumbling down.  The storekeeper and he were picking up the books.  All of a sudden the storekeeper remembered to message he was supposed to give Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, your father sent and owl earlier and said he wanted you back by 2:30 sharp."

            "What time is it now?"

            "2:07."

            "Oh, I gotta run!"

            "Bye Potter, Bye Weasley." he shouted in a hurry w/o bothering to insult them.

            "Where are you going, Ferret?"

            "Pay for my books and run in to the quidditch shop to grab some stuff then be back home by 2:30."

            "What's the hurry then?"

            "Dad hates it when I'm a mess, so I gotta get home and wash up before I meet up w/ him."  Draco shouted on the way out of Flourish & Blotts.

            Draco ran into Quality Quidditch Supplies at exactly 2:14, 49 sec.  He dodged several broom shoppers and grabbed some service materials for his Firebolt and new practice robes for quidditch.  He glanced at the clock on the way out, it read 2:26pm 13sec 58 milliseconds. *Shit, if I get caught in a hold up on the way home I'll be dead.* He ran to the Diagon Alley fireplace and stepped in with all of his purchases, dropped some floo powder and clearly said, "Malfoy Manor."  He stepped out of the Malfoy's fireplace at exactly 2:30pm 0sec 2 milliseconds.  Crap, they left, he was late.  Draco plopped onto the couch and buried his head in his hands.  This was the first time he had ever been late in all of his 17 years.  When his father returned he would be killed.  If becoming a Death Eater wasn't enough this definitely was.

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A/N;  Sorry if this chapter sucked…ok let me rephrase that sorry if this chapter sucked a lot…Plz review…I love u all who bother to review.  I kno that a bunch of you out there will read this but won't review.  This is my first fic so don't kill me if u hate it…I never was really good at writing in the first place.  I have my fic written up all the way till chapter 9 already but I have it in my Alg notebook (don't mention it, I kno I a bad girl) and I'm typing it up very slowly being that I got kicked out of the computer lab last week at skul cuz I wasn't doing skul work…(more shame)  but I might not post if you don't review…J