THE HOLIDAY

By LittlePrinceDragon

Rate: M (for later possibly)

Disclaimer: Characters belongs to J.K Rowling.

Chapter One - An Unexpected Guest

Holiday has just began.

Harry lay quietly in his single bed in his tiny bedroom in no. 4 Privet drive, keeping a low profile like he was told before the Dursley were gone.

Nonetheless, during his school holidays Saturday afternoons Harry would always find himself in his best mood possible, because on Saturday the Dursley is usually out to have family 'quality times'. Apparently, the Dursley believed in family. Whatever that is.

It is 2 in the afternoon as Harry thought quietly how he managed to come back here, despite the fact that he never wished to and was most certainly not welcomed.

Yet truth to be told, Harry doesn't really have any other places to go.

However Harry has always end up here lying on the same bed in the same room staring outside the widow.

Only each time he came back with more wounds than before.

And if he had learnt one thing during the time growing up as the 'boy who lived', harry's learnt that shit always happened.

and most likely continue to happen too.

Yet he couldn't explain even if he tries -- that he always found himself thinking everything's going to be alright.

It's the strangest thing, Harry thought as he closed his eyes, but lying there in an afternoon so peaceful he just couldn't help but feel strangely content. Even it's over absolutely nothing.

***

The holidays at the Malfoy's Mansion weren't so swell.

Draco's father was arrested, thanks to Potter.

Mother was no where to be seen since he came home, but Draco has the unmistakable feeling she is busy planning something yet does not want him to get involved.

Of course, Draco wasn't about to get involve. He had other pressing issue at hand.

"Get me Flo powders, I am going out." He ordered a house elf.

"Yes Master Draco" and the elf came back with some "where would you most like to go Master Draco?"

Draco stared hard at him, truth to be told -- he hasn't the faintest idea where he could go.

Since his father's arrest, his 'friends' at school has kept their distance. So clearly, no tea parties for Draco this summer.

"Master?" asked the fearful elf.

"I'm wondering what my friends are doing, I am going there." He said.

"Yes Master Draco," intending to please his Master," that's a grand idea, and who are your friends, Master Draco?"

Draco narrow his eyes to see if the elf was trying to get under his skin, and decided he wouldn't have the nerves even if he was forced to.

Draco looked sharply at the elf "Harry Potter, I am going to Potter's. And one more comment from you Tobby, one more. You will be sorry."

***

Summer is hot, and so is Harry. At around 3 in the afternoon and still no body's home, Harry went downstairs and changed into his short shorts and an overall too small singlet handed down from his cousin Dudley.

And Harry was a vision.

Harry planned his time for the afternoons and was feeling glad he didn't have to make dinner big enough for the Dursley family.

"I will do a bit of cleaning on the kitchen's floor, after that, I'd read then I should cook myself something for tea, and should check what's on tele and maybe eat it while watching..."

On the other hand Draco Malfoy was having great difficulty arriving Harry's.

Apparently the fire place at no. 4 privet drive was not connected to a floo network.

Feeling frustrated Draco had no choice but to think of some other ways to arrival.

Firstly, Draco couldn't use an invisibility car because he simply can't drive.

Second, he couldn't use the servers of a Knight Bus because Malfoys don't use public transports.

Completely frustrated, Draco ordered the house elf back.

"Tobby, get me to Harry's home."

The elf was very honor such important request was asked upon him "Yes, Master Draco."

And he disappeared into a smoke and before Draco could react, he was back!

"where did you go!?"

"Tobby went to Mr. Potter's house and made a port key connect," the house elf explained "now Master Draco can go by putting this ring on the right hand,"

'It's amazing what these elves could do' thought Draco, and was rather impressed by the whole idea.

"How do I come back when I want to?"

"Master Draco needs to wear the ring on his left hand and it will bring him home."

Smiling a little, Draco said to his house elf: "You did well, from now on you may be my personal house elf no.6 as your reward."

Without realizing the tears rolling in the elf's huge eyes, Draco charmed the rust away on his new favorite ring and was gone.

***

Harry was deep into the book he was reading and so he couldn't help but jump violently as a voice behind him whispered: "Hello, Potter."

But wand-less magic seem to got the better of Harry as it send Draco flying across the kitchen.

"What the HELL Potter!" Draco stood up but some reason he couldn't understand, the floor was incredibly slippery as he fell flat on his back ungracefully once again.

"Malfoy!!"

Harry was shocked.

"Malfoy!? What are you doing?" he quickly walk to the kitchen but before he could help the other boy, Harry tripped over and fell directly into Malfoy.

"Ouch! Potter! Are you trying to kill me!" Draco winced loudly.

"...sorry, ouch…the floor's wet, I just soaked it with bleach to clean it."

Still lying on top of Malfoy, he asked straight to the point: "what are you doing in my kitchen, and how did you get in!?"

But Draco was very aware of the smaller body lying on top of him as he notice how much clothing Harry was wearing, or rather not wearing,

"I am just here to..." he said uncomfortably "say hi"

"Say hi. Really!? Why, we're not friends," asked Harry, but remembering what happened just before holiday started so he added "...are we?"

"Well, keep your friends close, your enemy closer." And Draco turned a little red as he realises how true and how close they were right now.

"I hope you're comfortable there Potter, because…..."

Harry blushed and got up quickly.

Also standing up, Draco was disgusted by the smell on himself.

Whatever that is making half of his clothes and the back of his hair wet is making Draco wishing he hadn't come at all.

But before he could made any complains, he took in the whole imagine of Harry Potter, the golden boy in short shorts and in that insanely sexy singlet he was wearing.

Draco swallowed hard and had to will himself to look away and pretend to cough.

Harry frowned and asked "what are you doing here?"

"I need to use your bathroom."

"You came to use the bathroom?"

"No, but thanks to you I am soaked in your disgusting kitchen floor's water, which is making my skin burn as we speak."

"Oh my god Malfoy, you're not allergic to bleach, are you?"

Harry can see redness creeping from the back of Draco's neck, "Hurry up take off those clothes, before it gets worse."

Draco was horrified as he rushed into the toilet/bathroom Harry showed him.

Harry waited outside, but before long he heard water running.

"Malfoy is showering!"

***

Harry went back to the kitchen to wash his hands; he hated the smell of bleach.

He looked at the clock. 5:30. He needed eat before the Dursley gets home, or else!

It was when Harry was cooking the whole situation really started to sink in.

First, he had Malfoyin the house, but like that wasn't weird enough he had Malfoy showering in the house and for more than…yep, an hour now and still going.

Second, why is Malfoy here?

Harry did recall them became sort of, less aggressive toward each other near the end of school term.

Especially when Harry practically saved him from drowning in the lake, the night before school term end and Malfoy sort of…. cried in him arm after being rescued.

Harry knew it was due to his father being imprisoned the same day, but drowning himself for it?

Anyway, what Harry didn't tell Malfoy was that 'he' was the reason Lucius was captured, but only because Lucius was trying to kill him and was caught in the act.

Harry figured Malfoy must have found out that after he got home that's why he's here right now, to revenge!

While trying to resolve all this, Harry had another bigger problem in the current situation

"should I or should I not cook Malfoy's dinner while I am at it?"

He reasoned that one should not cook for one's enemy, but then one can't really call someone who's showering in their home enemy.

Plus Harry hardly sees Malfoy was the enemy, not when 'you know who' is on the horizon.

"Harry"

Harry jumped noticeably.

"Sorry to scared you, but," Draco said softly " I don't have any clothes to change into."

Harry turned and saw something he found very hard to forget later on - a complete naked Draco Malfoy standing in front of him; okay, maybe not completely naked, but he would be underneath the small towel which just covers around the…important parts and showering off his incredibly, almost unreal long legs and perfect skin of his upper half.

"Can I get some clothes? your floor did make me tripped over and that wasn't my fault so I believe for that I've got myself some clean clothes to changed into...and underwear too….Hello?"

"yes...yes you can. I'll…just get you some clean clothes… up stairs in my room, just..., I will bring you…..."

After getting the clothes, which include a pair of long pants that didn't look too old and the best one of Harry's T-shirt , as well as a pair of clean white brief, Harry ran down stairs to hand them to the waiting Malfoy.

Draco took the clothes without making any comments and went back to the bathroom to get change.

"How weird…" thought Harry.

Harry went back to cooking but before he realised it, he has already made enough dinner for the both of them,

Another 20 mins past, Malfoy finally came out looking elegant as usually in just Harry's old clothes.

"Why are you cooking dinner?" he asked

"um...yes, as a matter of fact, I have cooked dinner and because you were showering…so I didn't know if you were also hungry, but I was very hungry so I cook lots, enough I mean, I figure if I couldn't finish it all I could still have it later, so.."

Malfoy looked confused, so Harry said at the end "so there would be enough…, for you, um, if you are hungry too,."

"But you didn't answer my question" Draco asked again "why are you cooking? Doesn't the house elf do that sort of thing for you?"

"Only I don't have them, do I?" Said Harry.

Like realising something so obvious, "Is that why you cleaned the floor too?".

" well, yes, I guess, but also because Aunt Petunia would like done when she's back, but not so much becuase I like cleaning or..."

"so you're like the... house elf here, in a way...Is that what I'm hearing!?" Draco seemed horrified.

"Well not exactly but if you must put it like that. I mean, I am not an elf, but I don't think..."

"Merlin!" cried Draco "they've got Harry bloody famous Potter, the hero of the wizard world doing their Laundry!!! and dishes and cooking and cleaning and.."

"Alright!! I don't need you telling me my life sucks" Harry said miserably. "so you want the bloody dinner or not!?"

"Of course I want the dinner severed by Harry Potter, you can be my personal house elf no. 7 if you wish."

Harry rolled his eyes and thought "this is going to be a very long dinner."