Once again, I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!!! I've had this beast written for like,a monthnow and my stupid computer wouldn't let me upload the damn thing. Tell me how i can upload stuff on the other site I write on, but won't let me do jack on this one? I can't evenread stories because my freakng computer freezes and i have to turn it off and then back on! Raaaahhhhh! And the new computer i was supposed to get... Nope, didn't happen. So again, SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!!!

I'm a horrible updater.... cries

a/n: so, the new computer, i finally got it... i wrote the above about three weeks ago. sorry about the delay again, but it should be better from now on.

Harry walked silently behind Draco, his eyes cast downwards and his hand tightly holding onto his broom. They were fast approaching the edge of Hogwarts and Harry still had no idea where Draco wanted them to apparate to. He didn't care where they were going really. He was just happy that Draco finally relented and let him come with him. Of course, he still didn't know why.

"Hurry up Potter," Draco mumbled as he quickened his pace.

They reached the edge of the property before Harry realized it. He didn't even see that Draco had stopped in front of him and wound up running smack into his back.

"Oops," Harry grinned sheepishly, his pearly whites glittering in the dark.

"Give me your hand," Draco said as he held his own out. "Come on, I won't bite."

Harry reluctantly placed his hand in Draco's. The heat it created could have melted him right in the spot he stood, but if Draco had felt it, he didn't let on.

"I hate this feeling," Harry mumbled just as he felt the tug at his navel.

When they arrived at their destination, Harry had to wait for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark. He turned on his heel to get a general idea of where he was and yelped when he came face to face with an old iron gargoyle.

"What the..."

"We call him Eddie," Draco said and whispered something to the statue. "He watches over the manor for us. I used to think he protected me from harm."

"And what do you think now?" Harry asked as the old iron fence groaned open.

"I think he kept the harmful people in instead of out," Draco said as he began making his way up the tree-lined drive.

"So I'm going out on a limb here," Harry said sarcastically. "But I think this could be Malfoy Manor."

"You think correctly," Draco said. "The home of my childhood. I welcome you."

"Eh," Harry shrugged. "To think, when we were children I would have killed myself before coming to this place."

"And now look at you," Draco rolled his eyes. "A regular guest."

"You know you liked having guests over. Probably got presents from every one of them; trying to buy you and your father. And all the glitzy parties," Harry did a little sashay. "Fantastic."

"Yes, glitzy parties where all anyone wore were black robes and white masks," Draco frowned. "Oh, and the main event was kissing the robes of a psychopath and torturing innocent muggles. So fantastic."

"Definitely didn't want to have sleep-overs at your house then," Harry said, mentally slapping himself.

"You'd have never made it out of here alive when we were kids," Draco opened the front door and held it open for Harry.

"You did," Harry said as he looked around the huge foyer.

"Yes, but I wasn't the mortal enemy of Voldemort," Draco clapped his hands and the lights came on instantly. "What?"

"The clapper?" Harry looked at him incredulously. "You're the most muggle-hating family on this earth and you have the clapper?"

"It was a good idea," Draco glared at him. "Besides, we're the most hypocritical too."

Harry shook his head and went to sit on the stairs where he took off his leather sandals and began massaging his feet. He looked up at Draco, a frown on his face. "Tell me why we brought the brooms again? I mean, we could have used them to fly to the edge of Hogwarts or to fly up your ridiculously long walkway, but you chose not too. Why?"

"Exercise," Draco said simply. "And believe me," he patted his stomach and cocked an eyebrow at Harry, "you need it."

"Are you calling me fat? Did he just call me fat?" Harry asked the tiny black cat that had appeared next to him on the bottom stair. He jumped away from it. "Holy shit! Where did you come from?"

"This," Draco walked over and scooped the purring cat into his arms, "is Chester."

"I never really guessed you as a cat person," Harry mumbled. "Maybe a man-eating dog, but definitely not a tiny little kitty cat."

"Chester spits fire," Draco said, using baby-talk,as he made kissy sounds at the cat.

"Oh," Harry nodded and started after Draco as he ascended the stairs. "Makes sense. So where are we going?"

"My father's study," Draco hung a left at the top of the staircase. "And then to his bedroom."

Harry shrugged and followed closely behind Draco until an old torn portrait began yelling rude remarks at him. At once, Draco had turned on his heel and had stormed up to the painting, his wand pointed at the man in the painting.

"You say one more word Syrus and I'll do something you know I've wanted to do since I was eight and you told on me for turning my father's cane into a cobra," Draco glared at the portrait until the man sulked away to go find someone else to bother.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"My great Uncle Syrus," Draco shook his head and pushed open the door leading to his father's study. "Crazy old man. Got eaten by his own dragons."

"Ew," Harry said and kicked at Chester.

A tiny fireball flew out of the cat's mouth and Harry jumped out of the way with a yelp of surprise. He watched the cat sashay away and shook his head before entering the room.

"So, what exactly, are we looking for?" he asked and joined Draco behind the large mahogany desk.

"Anything," Draco said as he pulled open the different drawers.

"I would think that the great Lucius Malfoy would hide his stuff and not just let anyone into his drawers," Harry said as he pulled open the bottom drawer of the desk. "What's this?"

"Time Turner," Draco said, glancing up from the stack of papers he was staring at.

"No it's not," Harry said and jiggled the pen in his hand. "It's a pen."

"If you knew that, then why did you ask?"

"Because it's muggle," Harry said matter-of-factly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, all you have to do is push the top and then turn the tip until the date you want is on it."

"You know, we could always turn back the date and follow them," Harry suggested.

Draco looked up sharply and took the pen from Harry's hand. He looked at it for a moment before smiling at Harry and saying, as he smooshed Harry's cheeks in his hands, "I knew there was a reason I let you come. I love you so much right now I could kiss you!"

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