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A/n- Great feedback for chapter 2, thanks a lot guys! Regular stuff at the bottom, hope you like this chapter of Stranded in Time.

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First Names and Friends

"He's gone, where do you think he went Professor Lupin?" Draco heard Harry ask the older man as he came down the hallway. The voices were coming from his room, so he figured they were talking about him.

"I didn't expect him to stay really. He probably left during the night quietly. It was to be expected, Harry, we tried," Lupin responded. Draco rounded into the doorway and leaned against the frame.

"I went to the bathroom, calm down," he said sleepily and trudged past both of them to his bed. He sat down on his bed and grabbed some robes and threw them on, looking back at Harry and Lupin who were still looking at him oddly.

"You know you are not allowed to use magic, young man," Lupin said sternly. Draco chuckled and looked him in the eye.

"What, no trust? I unlocked a door, come on you guys, what's the point of being of age if I can't use it to my advantage?" he asked and got up after pulling on some socks. "Now, school is tomorrow, and I think I need some new robes. Going to have someone escort me or what?"

"Go with Hermione, she has to get some new ones too," Harry suggested and exited the room, Lupin in tow. Draco sighed and pulled out a bag of gold coins.

Yeah, he had been living in Grimmauld Place for a month now, and it felt more like home every day. Sure, he wasn't fully trusted by anyone except Granger, but he still was making some progress on friends. Harry seemed more like an old friend each day, but Ron was still on the war path. Granger had said he wasn't a forgiving person, but Draco knew there was something else to it.

"Can I come in?" came Hermione's voice through the door. Draco rolled his eyes; she was the only one who ever asked to come in, everyone else just did as they liked when it came to him.

"Yeah, come in mudblood," he said, not really noticing what he said.

"Could you please stop calling me that?" she said in an annoyed tone. Draco looked at her and looked away. Either though they could barely be considered friends, she was the only person he had here, and he couldn't stand seeing her disappointment in him.

"Sorry, it's just a habit. One that I'll break," he assured her and grabbed his cloak and threw it on. "Are you we going to Diagon Alley, I need new robes," he asked her.

"Yeah, sure," she said faintly. Draco gave her a piercing look.

"What's up? Something wrong? What did I do wrong mom?" he joked and she smiled slightly.

"It's just, I don't know. I don't know if we should go alone," she said and leaned against the door frame.

"Me and you Granger, unbeatable team. We could kick some ass," he said and laughed. She joined in but stopped abruptly.

"It's not that. It's just…Draco, I don't trust you," she said suddenly, but looked away from his look he gave her.

"Why's that?" he asked her.

"Ron's really worried about you and I hanging out alone. He's really protective and when it comes to you, well it's been a touchy subject lately," she explained.

Draco nodded but made eye contact. "Well, if he's going to have trust issues, he needs have proof that I have any intentions for you, and I don't. So tell him that, and for now, we are going to Diagon Alley, grab your cloak," he commanded her and laughed at her startled look.

Hermione dragged herself out of the room and Draco followed her. They stopped at the room that Ginny and Hermione shared and she grabbed her money bag and her scarlet cloak. They ran downstairs to the kitchen to say goodbye to the others.

When Hermione made a grab for some toast, Draco held her back. "We'll go out for breakfast, my treat. To say thanks, for everything."

"Alright, alright. See you guys later, we'll be back in a few hours!" Hermione said cheerfully and waved goodbye. Mrs. Black's screams echoed after them as they walked out the front door into the cool August air.

"Why are we walking?" Draco asked. He hadn't been outside for the whole time he had been in Grimmuald Place, and it felt good to breathe in the nice, London air.

"We aren't walking, silly. You can't apparate right near Grimmauld Place, there are security measures. Ok, I think here is good. Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron, ok?" she explained.

"Yeah. One, Two, Three, Go," he counted down and felt himself being pulled through the space and time continuum, or so it seemed. He opened his eyes to see the Leaky Cauldron materialize in front of him. Hermione landed beside him, a little shaken. She almost toppled over, but Draco caught her around her waist.

It was a tense moment, and Draco quickly withdrew his hands. "Th-thanks," she stuttered and steadied herself.

"No problem," he said casually and stiffened up. "Let's get breakfast, come on."

Draco walked up to the barman Tom and ordered them both a plate full of bacon, eggs and waffles as well a goblet of pumpkin juice each. Then he sat himself down across from Hermione and waited until their food came.

"So…" she said, twiddling her thumbs on the table and looked around tensely.

"School tomorrow," Draco said, starting up a conversation he was sure she would easily talk about. But, she simply nodded and looked out of the window where there were muggles with shopping bags walking past.

"Ok, why is this weird? We've talked before," Draco said to her and she shook her head and looked away again.

"It's not weird," she answered. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Whatever." They sat in silence until their food came, at which time Draco sighed in relief. His stomach growled as his nose met the nice smells of cooked bacon. Hermione and Draco ate in silence, occasionally looking up at each other and quickly looking away. When they finished their plates and drained their goblets, they got up and Draco paid the Tom for their meals.

"Thank you," she said, and nodded in his direction.

"Oh, it's no problem. So, where do you want to go?" he asked her, walking down the cobbled street. It wasn't that busy, just a few families out buying last minute school supplies. Draco wasn't surprised; they were in the middle of a war, a war that Draco was in the middle of.

"I figured we'd hit Madam Malkin's first, then maybe go to Fred and George's place?" she asked him. Draco had also liked Weasley's Wizard Wheezes; it had helped him a lot during last years plot of taking over the school. Sure, it hadn't turned out the way he wanted, but their products helped a lot.

When they reached Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, Draco held the door for Hermione and they both stepped inside. Draco waited while Hermione got fitted for robes, then he himself got fitted.

"Watch my left arm," he said quietly when she began to pin his sleeves. As she pulled back his left sleeve, she gasped and looked at Hermione. She just gave a nod and a sharp look and she continued working. When she was done, he purchased 3 sets of robes and walked out, disgusted.

"Did you see the way she looked at me?" he snarled at Hermione.

"Well, yeah, Draco, you have the Dark Mark on your arm. It's a bit shocking," she said in a know-it-all voice.

"Yeah I know. Hey, since when are we using first names?" he asked her suspiciously. She looked at him curiously. And then a light must have clicked in her head because she shook her head and smiled.

"I don't know. Why, am I not allowed to call you Draco?" she asked him, flashing him another smile at him.

"No, it's fine. Just don't call me Draco around your friends and stuff, they might get the wrong idea, Hermione," he said, rolling her name off of his tongue.

"You know, I think we're almost friends," she said and laughed.

"I guess so. I just owe you my entire life. I would be rotting in Azkaban if anyone else had found me," he said and shrugged. They continued to walk down the street, parcels under their arms, chatting about the upcoming school year and their Head Boy and Girl duties.

"Hey, oh, Draco, we passed the store…like 5 minutes ago," Hermione exclaimed and laughed as they turned around. By the time they got back, the conversation had died and they entered the joke shop in silence.

Draco roamed around, glancing at the products and reading up on them. In the end, he bought a box of their fireworks and some of their sweets line. Hermione bought a real life hangman that actually hung itself as a gift for Ron.

"Let's go back to the Leaky Cauldron and grab a drink before we head back," Draco suggested as they exited the store and the balmy air met their faces. Hermione agreed and they walked back quickly as raindrops began to splash their faces.

When they entered the pub, the barman looked up again and nodded in their direction. He was busy serving a few customers who had come in from their shopping because of the sudden storm.

"What do you want?" Draco asked her.

"Um…a butterbeer is good," she said and Draco smirked.

"Oh come on, you don't want firewhiskey? I'm sure the old fool will give it to you, doesn't get much business does he?" Draco asked her, not believing she didn't want firewhiskey. It was amazing stuff, Draco admitted, and he hadn't had it in awhile.

"I don't drink, and neither should you!" she scolded him and Draco laughed.

"Calm down, fine I'll get a butterbeer too, I'll be right back," he said and went up to the bar to order their drinks. Tom came over and stood behind the bar, two glasses ready.

"What can I get you?" he asked Draco.

"Two butterbeers, but can you add a little firewhiskey to one of them?" he asked the barman.

"Sure, hold on," he croaked and prepared their drinks. When he was done, Draco paid him for the drinks and took a glass in each hand and went back to their table. He gave Hermione one glass and the other to himself. He kept the one with firewhiskey for himself.

"So you did get butterbeer," Hermione noticed and Draco laughed.

"It has firewhiskey in it, just a little," he assured Hermione and drank deeply from the glass. " It's really good, come on, try it," he urged her and she took the glass from his hand.

"Alright," she agreed and took a sip, nodding and she swallowed. "Ok, your right, it's very good," she said and laughed.

"I know I'm right, I always am. Maybe even as much you are," he said and chuckled at her facial expression.

"Are you calling me a know-it-all?" she said in disbelief.

"I think I am, yes," he said matter-of-factly and laughed at her facial expression. She hit him on the head and stood up.

"Let's go, come on," she said and grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "One, Two, three," she counted out and they both disapparated.

They appeared next to each other and walked back talking and getting close to insulting each other, laughing at each other's jokes. When they entered Grimmauld Place, both of them were laughing at a story Draco had told Hermione about, involving Crabbe, Goyle, and a bludger to the head. Mrs. Black's screams must have attracted the attention of the entire house, because a dozen people came hurtling into the foyer of the house, staring awkwardly at Draco and Hermione.

"Well this is a scene I didn't think we would ever see," Mad Eye Moody commented and several people nodded their heads in agreement. Draco shrugged his shoulders and pushed past people as he made his way up to his room. He climbed the stairs, relieving his day with Hermione, which had been a lot of fun.

When he reached his room, he put his new robes into his trunk, neatly folded. He walked around his room, packing all his Hogwarts things, and placed one pair of robes out for tomorrow, putting his Head Boy badge on top. He stepped back to admire the effect of his outfit tomorrow. Good, he decided.

"Admiring your looks Draco?" Hermione said from behind him and walked into the room. Draco laughed and lay back onto his bed. Hermione came and sat down on the edge. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"This year…I dunno…it's going to be totally different than last year. I mean, I doubt Pansy and all my friends will ever talk to me again. I'm going to have no friends at all," he explained to her and sighed, looking at the rotting ceiling above his bed.

"Now, in my opinion, that's an improvement. Who would want Pansy to be their friend?" Hermione asked him, and he chuckled a little.

"Ha-ha, don't mock me Granger. Just because you have your little boyfriend and the chosen one doesn't mean that you can make fun of me," he pointed out.

"Stop calling him things like that, and what's wrong with Ron?" she said defensively.

"Other than the fact he's a prat?" Draco shot at her. She huffed and shot him a nasty look.

"Get to know him, become friends with them. God knows you need friends this year, right?" she said truthfully. Draco sighed and sat back up.

"Yeah…So are we friends or not?" he asked her. God, I'm so pathetic. I'm becoming friends with a mudblood, he found himself thinking.

"Yes, I suppose we are."

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A/n- Ok, hope you liked the chapter and the update was quick enough. It was actually quicker than I thought it would be. Please review this chapter, thanks. School starts this Tuesday, but I've been getting good reviews so hopefully the updates will stay the same length of time away. PLEASE REVIEW!

Again, just hoped that this was fast enough. It should have been up last night(Friday), but I got side tracked looking at pictures from my old school. Sad.

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