They were mounted on their horses, and the journey seemed like it was going to last an entire nother day, Harry Potter thought, not entirely gloomily. He stil hadn't... quite decided what he was doing. And, of course, even if he had decided, there would be the slight matter of how to go about it. Helping Draco with his madcap plan would take some thought and consideration - if it was even possible. Of course, he was talking about a Slytherin who had managed to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts, and - almost unbelievably - without any signs of pursuit. Had they really managed to lose Hagrid? Fang? All the teachers combined?

Harry shook his head, thinking again - what if he decided to turn Draco Malfoy in? What exactly did he expect to happen? Would his father blame Harry for having kidnapped his son? Oi, that would be an untidy mess. And, of course, there was always the question of exactly where they would reenter the Wizarding World. Somehow, simply appearing at Hogwarts front gates seemed lackluster, and boring.

Draco finally opened up his mouth again, saying, "My mother's never cooked a dish in her life, but I have!"

"Really?" Harry found himself saying, finding it hard to believe that Draco had ever been asked to cook for his folks.

"Yeah, I took over the kitchen - gave the house elves orders and everything." Draco said, pausing.

"So, you didn't actually cook anything yourself?" Harry said dryly.

"Oh, I did - just not the first time. It turns out that if you ask, house elves know a lot about quite a good number of things." Draco smiled, almost fondly, "I at one point entertained the notion of becoming an apprentice chef." Draco's face stilled, got quiet, even, as he said, "My father disabused me of that notion almost immediately, of course."

"Okay, then you're cooking dinner tonight!" Harry said, kicking his heels into his horse's sides, spurring her to speeds that they had previously eschewed. At the moment, Harry couldn't imagine why they'd done it. It felt almost like being on a broom, feeling the wind fly past your face.

[a/n: I changed a few lines two chapters back. Now I need to change the formatting. Work In Progress, carry on.]