Disclaimers: Harry and Draco and crew belong to J.K. and her publishers and such, so please please don't sue me, cause I'm a poor college student with no money, no job so I have no hopes of ever paying you if you do. So be kind? The song "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" doesn't belong to me either… it belongs to Jack Johnson… so don't tell him I'm using the title and the lyrics please? Cause I'd be crushed by the record company….

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Chapter 5:

And maybe you been through this before
But its my first time so please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

Sunday rolled around at an extremely fast pace. So quickly in fact that Harry got caught up in the whirlwind of life and was there fore extremely startled when his covers were ripped off exposing his bare chest and feet to the cold of the air conditioning.

"Wake up scar-head. I'm making you breakfast. You're lucky I like you, you know. I let you sleep in." Draco said in his long aristocratic drawl.

Harry shot a murderous glare in the direction of Draco's voice, as his glasses were still on the bed side table. Grumbling Harry got up and picked his glasses up. They were new, with thinner wire, square frames that accented his eyes. He pulled a faded Gryffindor t-shirt on and walked into the other room where smells of pancakes and eggs and all sorts of other good things. By the time he got into the kitchen he was salivating. "Draco you spoil me."

"Yes I suppose I did go slightly over the top, but with your eating habits I'm sure it's hardly enough." Draco used his hand nonchalantly. "Besides, we've got along day a head of us. We'll get there at eight AM and we'll leave around three to make it back for the dinner Hermione's having at eight."

While Draco waffled on about their plans for the day, Harry continued to shovel the home cooked meal into the bottomless pit he called a stomach, making people wonder how he kept the slim Quidditch formed body.

Draco knew. He knew because he did the rigorous work out with Harry. Neither of them had terribly physical jobs, and they wanted and needed to find away to keep their body in the shape to which they had been accustomed to having.

So they swam.

They had some how discovered that by swimming they were able to keep the strong lithe seeker body that they had. In addition to that, they did still play Quidditch, simply for the joy of playing and the feeling and exhilaration of flying, but also for the physical exertion that it gave.

Every day they went to the Manor and swam in the Olympic size pool on the grounds for two to three hours at time. They didn't always swim together, but they did have a sheet that detailed the laps that they had each done that day.

So Draco knew, as he watched and the food disappear that there wouldn't be any added pounds to the body he so admired. He laughed as he heard the moans of absolute contentment at the home cooked meal. He knew that Harry didn't have the opportunity to cook very often, even though he was pretty good at it.

"Now Harry, I don't particularly trust your fashion sense, most notably because you still dress in clothes that are two sizes to big." Draco gave a pointed look at Harry's shirt, and Harry blushed. "So, we are going to go shopping before we go. I'll not have you embarrass this great country with your horrible clothing."

Harry sighed. He had to go along with this. Draco had finally, after two years, had managed to corner him into going clothes shopping, for an entire new wardrobe. He wouldn't be surprised if Draco planned on burning all of his clothes, at a later date, or time.

While Harry finished eating Draco went into and picked out some clothes that weren't terribly horrid and would actually accomplish the task of getting Harry to look like he actually knew how to dress. Draco suspected that Hermione had given these to him at one point.

"Harry, are you done yet?" Draco whined.

Harry walked into his bedroom to see most of his clothes on the floor. He sighed. He had known this was coming. "Draco… why are most of my clothes on the floor?"

"It doesn't matter. Just put these on and then we'll go shopping." Draco shoved the clothes he had picked out into Harry's astonished arms and then walked out. "I expect you to be done in five minutes so we can go." He said as he walked out the door.

"But Draco…" Harry was cut off by a sharp voice saying "NO! NO buts! Just get dressed!"

Harry rolled his eyes and quickly got dressed and brushed his teeth, ignoring his hair almost completely, having long since realized that no good would come of it even if he tried. Five minutes later he walked out of his room to see Draco in his drool worthy tight jeans and black wife beater. He then realized what he himself was wearing. He was wearing the fitted khakis and the sky blue polo shirt that Hermione had got him. He had to commend her for getting him these clothes. The two men stood there staring at each other for what seemed like ages, before Draco snapped out of it. "Well, since you actually look like you belong in normal society we can go now."

Harry rolled his eyes but smiled at his friend. "Yes Draco. I shall do what ever you wish."

Draco took Harry's arm. "Of course not! I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do on your birthday! Now come on. We've only got a limited amount of time before we have to go."

Chuckling Harry let Draco pull him out of the flat, and locked it with a spell as they flew out.

By 12 Harry felt as though he had been pushed into a whirlwind left there for a few hours and then spit out onto the ground. He groaned. Draco had pulled him into six stores. Four on Crystal Alley and then two in London proper. They got at least five bags from each store. Harry could hardly believe the amount of things that they got. Because Draco not only made him get clothes but accessories as well.

Every time they went into a store it was always "Oh hello Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you again. How have you been? I trust you've been well, well of course you've been well you look fantastic." And then they'd look over at him, give him a once over, wrinkled their noses and turned back to Draco, "And of course any friend of yours Mr. Malfoy is a welcome addition to our store."

'Yah, only if he's got money…' Harry thought wryly to himself after that statement.

And then Draco would introduce him. "This is my good friend Harry Potter, we've gone through his closet and he's finally after three years allowed me to get him a new wardrobe."

In the shops on Crystal Alley, the name 'Potter' lit their eyes, and in Muggle London the words "new wardrobe" had them drooling, and they went from sniffing at him distastefully to falling all over themselves. "OH OFCOURSE! Mr. Potter, what an honor it is to have you here my little shop. I hope you come here often after this." They would then pull him off to the side and put him on a pedestal. Harry would glare at Draco and Draco would just laugh softly.

"I think for him mostly blues, greens, blacks and grays, don't you think? Lighter blues, nothing to bright though. We must have the emerald greens for most of his shirts. It'll bring out his eyes."

And of course the shop keepers agreed full heartedly. They spent a small fortune that day on Harry's new clothes.

"This is insane Draco, I can't believe how much money we spent." Harry sighed and pulled his hand up to look at his watch after they exited the last store. Draco had insisted that they go to the muggle stores first so that once they got to Crystal Alley they could just cast a Shrinking spell on them and then put them in his pockets.

Harry's pockets were bulging.

When Draco looked at the time, he said, "Well that should be enough for today. We can go again another day. Since my flat is closer we'll just put all this stuff there instead of going back to your place." Harry gave Draco an odd look and since he didn't feel like arguing since the last hour and a half had been exhausting and he just didn't have the energy to do anything other than go to a flat and sit down.

"Buck up Harry, we've still got the best part of your present to go to!"

"I know I know, and I am really excited, I'm just not used to doing this much shopping in one day. And you didn't have to buy half of it."

Draco waved his hand. "No, no. It's your birthday! I can't let you pay for things! Besides this has been one of the best days of my life. I finally got you go to out and get new clothes! This is a landmark occasion. Hermione's gonna be so jealous she wasn't here to help." Draco chuckled.

Harry joined in the chuckling. "She will be angry won't she?"

They chatted amiably while they walked the last two blocks to Draco's flat, they smiled and laughed as they walked up the stairs and as they got into the flat, Harry had completely gotten over his shoppers fatigue.

They un packed Harry's pockets and put them into a bowl on Draco's table. "Do you want to stop here get these, and then bring them back to your flat before we go to Hermione's?"

"Yah, sure, I think I'll change into something so that she can be suitably amazed when we get to the dinner."

"That'll be funny. I'm so happy I'll be there to see it." Draco laughed and then looked at the wall clock and smiled. "It's time to go. You ready? We should probably get there sooner rather than later."

Harry nodded. "I'm so excited about this. I never would have though to go on my day off. I would have just worked. Thank you Draco, thank you so much for this. It is one of the best presents ever." Harry reached over and took Draco's hand and squeezed it, not really noticing what he was doing. Draco was surprised but wasn't about to object. Draco squeezed back and then led him out the door to go to the station.

They apparated to the apparition room still holding hands and walked to the place that was specified that they were supposed to go to, by a wizard standing there.

A witch looked up and smiled at the two of them. "Welcome. May I see your tickets?"

Draco opened up the white envelope that he had given Harry several days before and took out two rather decorative tickets, and handed them over to the witch and the woman smiled as she looked over them. "Misters Malfoy and Potter, you're just about ready, if you'll stand over there by that pole I'll tell you when you can go ahead." She took the tickets and put them into a bowl of what seemed like water, they disappeared and then reappeared in the globe on the top of the pole.

They had about five minutes to wait until the witch said, "Ok then, you can go ahead and put your hands on the Key and then you'll be off. I'll see you when you get back later tonight." She waved cheerfully as Harry and Draco put their free hands on the glass globe that was on top of the pole. They felt the hook in their navel and they were pulled to their destination. It was over in a matter of seconds. When it stopped Harry looked up and smiled widely.

The witch that stood in front of them smiled. "Welcome to…"

Dun dun dun… I'm not telling where they are…haha…. I am soo mean.

Anyway so the PortKey station, I got that from some fic, and I really just don't remember where its from, but I liked the idea so I stole it… I'll find it eventually and then I'll link it here, I just have no clue what it is right now