A/N:  OK Harry finally goes back to his own time in this chappy, and we get to meet Draco, who is far too chirpy in my opinion, and I'm the one who wrote him oh well. 

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Chapter seven:  Innocent as Hell

    "Um, I'm, Tom, we met last night."  Harry said hiding his bracelet determined not to make the same mistake again; it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway because Snape was still asleep for the most part and groggy, the hangover cure was good but it wasn't a miracle worker.

    "Uh, yes, I think I remember Tom, didn't I meat you at a club?"

    "Yes, The Spark.  We um had a few drinks and then you invited me back because I was tired and needed a place to crash."  There, that wasn't half bad.  Harry had the fleeting notion that Snape would probably be proud of him for being able to cover up the truth so well, but in hindsight, he probably wouldn't have been considering situation.

    "Oh, Um, we didn't…?"  Harry contemplated telling him they had kissed, but no, probably wasn't a good idea.

    "No, nothing happened.  I just needed somewhere to stay and you offered me a couch, we came back kinda late and I think you fell asleep right after I did." 

    "Oh, sorry, I'm being a terrible host."

    "Not at all, I have to be going now any way."  Harry looked Sev up and down; he looked damn hot in the morning all sleepy, with his perfect hair ruffle and the usual scowl missing.  He couldn't let Sev suffer unduly, or at least that was his excuse for staying long enough for the next comment.  "but do you want me to get you some coffee or something before I go?"

    "That would be great, the kitchen is through there."  Severus pointed to a door to the left of the room and slowly got up, heading to what Harry assumed was his bedroom to get out of the wrinkled clothes he was still wearing form the night before.  Harry looked at his own ensemble and cringed, his shirt was wrinkled and looked hideous and he made a mental note NEVER to sleep in leather trousers again, his hair was in its usual just got out of bed look, he praised who ever had invented all day/all night contact lenses too, he was so tired last night he would probably have forgotten to take his glasses off had he still had them.

    The kitchen was spacious and clean, with cupboards and shelves that looked only half stocked, Harry supposed Sev didn't really stay here all too often.  He searched the cupboards for a while before finding a large jar of coffee, sugar and mugs. 

    "How many sugars?"  he called out.

    "One, and no milk."  Sev replied.  How in gods name anyone could like black coffee was beyond Harry, but it would seem to fit the Slytherins personality.  He made it quickly and walked back into the living room. 

    Severus was still getting changed; Harry looked at the bedroom door his mind working over time.  It wouldn't hurt would it?  Just an accident, innocent as hell.

    Harry threw open Sevs bedroom door and walked in brandishing coffee.

    "Here's the co…Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were still getting changed."  Snape was standing half dressed in jeans and not much else looking at Harry like a startled rabbit. 

    "Um, "  Snape cleared this throat painfully.

    "I'll just leave it there."  He placed the steaming mug on a small bedside table.  There was a lavish double bed in the centre of the room, a lot like the ones at Hogwarts but much bigger, oh the possibilities Harry mused sadly.  Oh well, he'd gotten what he wanted, Sev had forgotten all about last night.

    Harry walked out of the bedroom, noticing that Sev had his hand pressed over where his dark mark would be.  Reflex was an amazing thing.

    "So, I'd better be heading, like I said last night I'm meeting my friends at 12." 

    "Yes." Severus still couldn't remember who this ravishing stranger was or if he had said that last night, but he was not going to appear stupid but voicing that thought.  His own, 'who are you' comment this morning was still annoying the hell out of him.  Damn it!  He was a Death Eater; he couldn't afford to invite strangers over to stay the night.  Just why had he done that?  It didn't sound like him at all, it was irrational and Gryffindorish. 

    Snape finished dressing quickly, grabbed his coffee and went out to have one last look at Tom.

    "Well thanks again."  Tom smiled and walked towards the exit.  He reached out to the door handle and opened it.

    There was a flash of silver and Snape's eyes were drawn to the bracelet around Harry's wrist.  It was to far away to read the inscription on it but it set of a cascade of memories from the last night.

    The Time travailing Gryffindor looked both happy and sad as he left the room and headed off into the hall, oblivious to Snape's slow realisation of who he was.  In his mind he had solved last night's problem completely.  Now all he had to do was find a way for himself to forget that kiss and all would be well with the world.

    Harry pulled out a small pouch attached around his waist and removed the silver pocket watch; he flipped it open and watched the liquid gold substance where the dial should be. 

    "Domus."  A picture of the astronomy tower was formed by the gold liquid and he reached out to touch it.  He felt himself being pulled trough time, like a vortex.  He couldn't move, he couldn't make a sound; he couldn't even breathe for all of 10 seconds before being roughly deposited on the exact spot where he had left this time to go backwards almost twelve hours ago. 

    To go back in time, you had to tell it the exact, time date and location you wanted to go to, but to get back all you had to do was say 'Home' and it sent you to the spot where you left.

    Harry stowed away the pocket watch and headed down the stairs to Gryffindor tower to get changed.  The halls were blessedly deserted as he made his way, having to come up with an excuse for his absence all night would be simple, explaining his clothes would not.  

    "Harry!"  A familiar voice made him stop in his tracks.

    "Draco,"

    "Damn, you look hot, some new guy I should know about?"  Draco and Harry had become friends in sixth year and even dated for a while but became more like brothers than lovers and had broken it off, they were still good friends though and Draco was usually the first to know about any thing new that went on in Harry's life, but he had still never told Dray about his time travailing, there wasn't a specific reason, he just felt like it was his own secret.  He never usually got to keep secrets.

    "No, there isn't anyone I promise." Draco clearly didn't believe him.

    "Fine, fine Harry, if you don't want to tell me, I'll understand."  He put on a mock hurt voice.

    "It's not like that Dray."

    "Sure its not, come on, we have to get to lunch."

    "But, I have to go get changed first."

    "And deprive the school of you in leather?  I think not, besides, there is this really cute Ravenclaw that asked me out and I want your opinion on him, come on, stop being so vain, every one will have there eyes on me so it wont matter what you look like any way.  Hurry up!"

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Domus (Latin for home)