"Business or pleasure?"
A Harry Potter fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and this is just for fun not profit.
A/N: Here's my new fic! The M rating comes into play later. I was going to do just one chapter originally but then a plot for a multi-chapter kinda developed in my head. I'm actually really excited about this fic, as I had to do a bit of research about Romania and things so it wasn't something I could just write like my last fic Purpose. Please R&R! Enjoy
"Okay, so Charlie will be waiting for you in the next to the Râuşor lake okay? That's where your portkey will arrive." Wow, Hermione sounded anxious.
"Yeah I kn-"Harry started
"Then he's going to take you up into mountains where the Dragons are, for the love of god stay safe, and that's where you do all your work on which dragon keeper is the hidden fugitive from Romania that their government refused to deal with so now we had to send someone over and it had to you like you hadn't been through enough you're only twenty it was only two years ago you're only just fresh off your auror training this man's a known killer yet they thought you'd be best for the job maybe we should ask someone else to do it Harry you still have time to change your mind I mean for Merlin's sake it's not like you have to prove yourself this is SO STUPID Harry!"
Harry and Ron gaped at her.
"Bloody hell. Bloody hell. Hermione he's umm an adult now babe he can take care of himself…" Ron quaked under his fiancée's gaze.
"Hermione. I love you. You are my sister. But please stop worrying, I'm going to be fine, I've dealt with worse before and I've always come out of it." Harry tried to comfort her. In vain apparently.
"Harry! We won't be with you this time! It's just going to be you! Alone!" She said it like he didn't understand what alone meant. He knew perfectly well.
"Yeah well be and Charlie and a bunch of dragons but hey…" Harry muttered under his breath.
"What was that HARRY POTTER?"
Shit.
"Ooookay, me thinks you should spend less time around my mother babe; she's rubbing off on you. Anyway, Harry get your arse outside or you're going to miss your portkey, mate." Ron smiled at him.
Harry checked his watch. Shit.
"Okay, I'm off!" And with that he bolted out the door into the Burrow's front yard, Ron and Hermione following hastily behind him. Hermione picked up a wellie from the yard and handed it to him with some reluctance.
"Here Harry. Promise me you'll be safe!" Hermione hated saying goodbyes, especially after the battle of Hogwarts.
But then Ron took him aside.
"One minute, Mione!" He called to her. "Harry, you do know that if you miss the wedding she'll kill you." Ron told him earnestly.
"Yeah I know mate, but I should be back way before June. It's only the 10th of April and I'm scheduled for just the month."
"Talking about just a month… how many nights out of thirty do you reckon you'll be in Charlie's bed?"
"Ron!" Harry blushed.
"Well seriously though, you're gay, Charlie's gay and you're both young! It's not like you're gonna say no to sex…"
"I can't believe we're talking about this. He's your brother! I mean for Merlin's sake Ron… I don't just have sex with every gay dude you know." Harry pressed.
"Mate, you're going to be out there for a month. A month with no sex? We have needs mate, Charlie said he would anyway so… although he might have been drunk at the time" Ron trailed of in thought.
Luckily, the portkey started to glow blue at that moment, so Harry didn't have to find a way to conceal from Ron the fact that Charlie and himself had already made arrangements that Harry would bring lube with him, as it was hard to get in the mountains of Romania, funnily enough.
"Harry!" Hermione ran up to them and gave him a huge hug. Ron did the same.
"I'll be back before the wedding Mione, I love you both!"
"Bye Harry!" They shouted together. Then the portkey and Harry vanished in a flash of brilliant white and blue.
Draco's POV
"Mother, this is big. This is really big, and I'll be back before you know it. Do you know how big my name will be if I'm right about the Pholeuon comani being the last key ingredient as a counteract for veritusirum?"
"Draco Malfoy, I am very proud of you. That doesn't mean I can't worry about you now as well." Narccissa spared a rare smile for her only son. "I just wish that this round fungus beetle wasn't native to Romania, of all places. I mean as it's also the home to all those fumbling dragon keeper fools. Not to mention their dragons." Narccissa shivered slightly.
"I won't be near there if I can help it Mother; I'll just find the beetle, test it in my potion and come home. Probably famous. But I will have earned it, not like idiots with scars on their foreheads." He muttered the last part.
"Yes well, that is all very well and good, but what about poor Miss Parkinson. She will miss you, and I would like a grandchild before you get killed by dragons." She tutted.
"How many times Mother! Pansy and I are finished! We are NOT together any longer." Draco felt his ager flaring, and fought to keep calm. They had had this conversation numerous amounts of times but his mother refused to see it. "You will get your heir Mother; just not a daughter in law called Pansy Parkinson." Draco reiterated.
"Fine, fine." Narccissa waved a hand carelessly, "I want you back in two weeks tops, the presentation of national potion awards is in three weeks and it will take you a week to get your antidote to veritusirum certified." She stated.
"I promise Mother, I will probably be back in a week and a half. Provided I don't get distracted," Draco tried for a joke.
His mother remained stony faced. Draco sighed, he needed out of this house. Romania was a happy coincidence; he just needed to remember what smiling felt like. Heaven forbid he may actually laugh on this holiday- sorry business trip. He sighed again.
"Your portkey is ready Draco. I wish you luck on your trip. Goodbye my son." She handed him a silver vase, slightly glowing.
"I love you, Mother. Very much so." Draco told her, Trying to insert some normalcy into their conversation. Most normal families said that they loved each other when saying goodbye.
"I also Draco, I also. Go now." Little did he know that she was dying inside not to let her emotions show and that she just wanted to hold her son, but the rules and character Lucius had installed into her were firm. Even now he was in Azkaban; it would take a while to be herself again, after thirty years of subdued marriage.
Draco took the portkey from his mother and pecked her on the cheek. Then in a flash of white and blue light he vanished.
Vanished to Romania.