A/N: I know I've said this before, but damn, I love you guys! Now, I know I'm really bad at answering reviews, sorry for that, but I'll answer all of the reviews for chapter six this very moment, ok?

Freddychic – Hehe, I like cheese too. So does Harry ;) And I don't think they'll kill each other just yet… it would sort of ruin everything.

Zippyfox – I'm glad you like the name, I am very fond of it myself :)

Psychelink – shiny trin the hazel-eyed poet… sigh. You'll never let that go, will you? Anyway, here's the update, all shiny for you :P

Fifespice – The reason Hermione is going and not Harry is because she's living with the Weasleys and Harry is not. If you read the letters in chapter three closely you'll find that Hermione's parents had to go to Germany to visit relatives, and because of that Hermione is staying with the redheads. And when they went to the Bahamas they couldn't very well just leave her at the Burrow, now could they?

Sarcastic-nutBwahahaha! Evil to the core, and damned proud of it ;) Was this soon enough for you?

Muffaa – Ah, we can't have you dying, now can we? If you died how the hell am I going to get that trip to Singapore, eh?

Constance Malfoy – Why thank you very much :) And I must say, I do love your name! Constance Malfoy... it has a certain ring to it, don't you think? Though I must say, I am rather biased when it comes to all things Malfoy… I have quite the obsession with a certain blond ;)

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Leïlia – Bonjour my fan in France! I'm glad you like my story :D Au revoir et bien à vous! (Hope that was correct, despite nearly six years living in Belgium my French hasn't seemed to improve :P)

Angela Lillith PotterGlad you like it, here's the update!

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Ti – Glory glory hallelujah! And I can't wait to see what you guys think about closet!gay!Potter and crush!denial!gay!Malfoy trapped, all alone, in Malfoy Manor ;) read and review:P

Shania Maxwell – I do believe you'll have to wait quite a while to see what will happen when they return to Hogwarts, because, alas, it isn't happening in this story… though I have been thinking about a sequel, what are your thoughts on that?

RavynJensen – Honestly, I did think a lot about that, but I just couldn't have the Dursleys around, it just wouldn't work… but I will definitely have it in mind for future stories!

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A/N2: I do believe an apology is in line. Some of you have pointed out faults in my writing, and for that I am truly sorry. But to my defence I have to say that I am only a humble Norwegian girl with seven years of English classes in school behind her… I am no where near an expert on the English language, and I'm still learning. And, sadly, I do not have a beta reader either… so, well, I guess you'll just have to put up with a couple of mistakes here and there. But if you point them out to me, I will be more than happy and I will of course correct them right away. Now, I believe I've kept you long enough; here is the next chapter, read and review! ;)


XoXoX Draco's POV XoXoX

Draco felt his feet slam into the ground, and let go of the book. He looked over at Potter, and saw the other boy struggling to keep on his feet. Instinctively he reached out and grabbed his arm, keeping him from falling.

"Thanks" mumbled Potter and looked strangely at him.

Damn. Had he just helped Potter? What was happening to him? Draco shrugged and turned his back to the other boy. "Couldn't have you falling and dropping Medea" he said then elevated the trunk and walked away. They had landed just in front of the house, and he headed for the back entrance, not in the mood to fight with the huge front doors. After a couple of metres he noticed that Potter wasn't following, and turned to look at the other boy. He was staring mesmerized at the house. Damn, he had forgotten Malfoy Manor usually had that effect on people.

Draco looked back up at the manor, and felt his heart swell. Over 1000 years old, Malfoy Manor was a very well preserved Fulbertian manor built of buff-coloured limestone. It was one of the biggest wizarding manors in England, and positioned in the middle of a valley, far away from all Muggle villages. "Are you coming?" Draco turned back to Potter and tapped his foot impatiently.

The black haired boy snapped out of his reverie and nodded at Draco, who turned and continued walking. Once inside he headed for his room, where he conjured up something that resembled a cradle. He suspected that if he went down into the dungeon, he would find most of his old baby things, but he hadn't had the time to look yet. Draco left the trunk in a corner and dumped down on his king-size, gold decorated bed and waved his hand in the direction of the cradle. "You can put her down over there" he said and fell back so he was lying with his head on the pillows. He arched his head slightly to look at Potter and saw the other boy doing as he was told, then standing in the middle of the room looking interested around.

"This room must be big enough to fit my entire house" he mused out loud, and Draco smiled smugly.

"You can sit down over there if you like" he said and waved his hand towards one of the couches. Potter once again did as he was told, and Draco abandoned his bed to join him. "Now, tell me, what do babies eat?"

"Well" said Potter and ran his hand through his hair. Damn, thought Draco and followed his hand with his eyes. He has such nice hair. Black and shiny and perfect, in its own messy way. He shook his head and concentrated on the rest of Potters answer. "That depends on their age. Until they are four months they should only have milk, but after that you can try with a thin porridge, and then the older they get the more they can eat. Do you know how old Medea is? "

"No, but I can check." Draco walked over to the cradle and took out his wand. "Dies natalis" he muttered, and a purple beam of light emerged from his wand and encircled Medea. After a few seconds the glow around her disappeared, and the date 14.01.1997 hovered above her head for a couple of seconds before disappearing as well.

"Wow" said Potter. "That was a useful spell, how did you do that again?"

Draco turned and smiled smugly at the other boy, then raised his wand and repeated the procedure, only at Potter this time. The date 31.07.1980 glowed purple above his head. "31. of July?" he asked. "But that's in five days!"

"I know" said Potter and laughed.

"You better not be expecting a party! Because you're not getting one!"

"The day Draco Malfoy throws me a party…" Potter laughed again and shook his head. "No, rest assured, I'm not expecting one. As a matter of fact, I didn't even plan for you to find out."

"Good. Now follow me, I'll show you your room" Draco turned and walked out of the room, then into the one right across the hall. It was a big and airy room, with blue, flowery wallpaper that his mother had chosen. He looked around and saw that it was quite dusty. "I'll make the house-elves clean it up a bit" he turned to Potter, who had followed him in and saw him nod. "Great. Now, put your trunk down over there or something. Are you hungry?" Not waiting for an answer he walked out the door and continued, "I'm starving. I'll show you where the dining room is, and how to get your food. I assume you're not used to being around house-elves."

They walked down to the dining room, and Draco showed Potter the different rooms on their way, like the bathroom, the drawing room and his father's office. When they reached the dining room, Potter stopped dead in his tracks and only looked at the table. It was an old, mahogany table about twenty-five metres long and with one chair in each end and one at the middle. Just enough for three Malfoys. "What's wrong?" asked Draco and looked at Potter.

"That table is almost longer than those we have at school!" the green-eyed boy exclaimed.

"Yeah, no pureblood family with respect for themselves have anything less."

"Do you always sit so far apart?" Potter asked, motioning to the space between the chairs.

"Of course"

"But how do you talk together?"

"We don't"

"Oh"

Draco looked at Potter and was surprised to find something that looked like disappointment on the other boy's face. Maybe Potter wanted to talk to him, he thought hopefully, but he quickly trashed the idea. Of course he didn't. He probably just wanted to be able to hex him when he wasn't looking. "So where do you want to sit?" he asked.

"Um, it's the same for me," shrugged Potter. "Maybe at the middle? Then I won't feel like I'm entirely in another room."

Draco looked at Potter, then at the table again, then back at Potter. Maybe the chairs were a bit far apart? He had never minded when he ate with his parents, but he liked being near Potter, to be able to look at him when he was looking the other way. It was hard to look at someone from the other side of the room. "Well, maybe, just this once, we can move the chairs so we'll both sit at the middle" he said, and smiled when he saw Potter's eyes light up. He didn't care if it was because he wanted to hex him, he was just happy Potter wanted to be near him at all.


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