Hotel Marco Polo.
OK. This story is going to be about Harry and Draco going on holiday together to Italy. It will be slash, so if you don't like it, turn back. Go on, go and read something else!
Anyhow, it's a "romantic comedy", but with my sense of humour, it probably isn't going to be very funny... but never mind.
Also, I'm no very good at writing the starting chapter... but bear with me :)
Disclaimer: Right, I don't own Draco or Harry, however much I beg, and I'm not making *anything* out of this, unfortunately... Lake Garda and anyone else I should mention isn't made up, and I don't mean to be mean to them... they asked for it! But, they all own themselves, and so does Hotel Marco Polo, which is a real place, etc, etc.
Now, on with the story!
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Harry sighed as he walked into the Potions classroom. He had always hated potions, whether it was because of the Triwizard Tournament, and Rita Skeeter, everyone calling him Slytherin's Heir, the Slytherins, or just because of Snape. Now, he had a whole new reason - Ron and Hermione. The two had finally gotten together the previous night, something Harry had hoped would never happen, and in the time they'd had, an evening in the common-room and two lessons, Ron and Hermione had been smiling at each other, snogging (not in class - Harry didn't think Professors McGonnagal and Flitwick would take too kindly to Ron and Hermione getting passionate while they were trying to teach), and holding hands under desks.
Ron and Hermione had insisted they didn't mind Harry being there, and Harry knew it would only be a month before Ron treated Hermione wrongly or said something ignorant, and they both would come to Harry for support, but Harry couldn't wait that long, and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation.
As he walked into the classroom, he looked around to see if there was anyone he could sit with. After Voldemort had gone forever, so had most of the Slytherin students, so Harry's eyes travelled around fairly quickly. Dean and Seamus - no, all they ever talked about was girls, and Harry had discovered he was gay in his fifth year (A/N: but you all knew that anyway, right?), Millicent Bulstrode - ugh! He couldn't imagine! Lavender and Parvati - no! He'd prefer *Millicent*, for crying out loud! He looked around at the other possibilities, and discovered the only person left was... Draco.
To Harry's (and practically everyone else's) astonishment, Draco had remained behind at Hogwarts and fought against the Dark Lord, and against his father (who had died).
So Harry walked up cautiously to Draco's desk and asked warily
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Draco, who had been taking out his cauldron and some ingredients, looked up with mild surprise on his face, and replied "Your company has to beat no company", and Harry sat down.
The lesson went well, and the others in the class didn't ask any questions, so when the next Potions class came, Draco and Harry sat together again.
"Why did you sit with me?" asked Draco, about three weeks later.
"Because when your two best friends are making out and smiling at each other, you kinda feel left out." Harry answered.
"Yeah, but you've got to admit it's sweet" said Draco, causing Harry to drop his boomslang, and stare open-mouthed at him. Draco laughed.
"Just because I acted evil doesn't mean I hate pink fluffy bunny rabbits! And," continued Draco, giving Harry a look that he couldn't read,
"If I hadn't acted horrible to you, my father would've near killed me". He looked down, and concentrated very hard on their potion.
"Draco," said Harry quietly, "I know how it feels to be unwanted."
Draco glanced up and gave Harry a small smile.
After that, the two seemed to everyone else to be inseparable, and when Harry moved his things next to Draco's in all the other lessons, people gaped at them, but Harry ignored theirs and Ron and Hermione's objections, and soon everyone grew used to them.
The end of term was rapidly approaching, and one Charms lesson Draco asked Harry what he was doing over the summer holidays (A/N: Don't we all wish they were just starting again! Oh, to go on holiday with Harry and Draco...).
"What the hell do think I'm doing, Draco? Going on a fucking cruise? I'm spending the whole summer serving the Dursleys, so they can make the most of my last summer there, as they're chucking me out next year!" said Harry, sounding more than a little irritated.
"Good!" cried Draco, ignoring Harry splutters in response to this comment. Then you're coming on holiday with me! Mother's booked a muggle holiday for two people, but she's got to go see a friend!" exclaimed Draco.
"Wh-what?" said Harry, looking extremely mystified.
"You're coming to umm... where is it? Lake Garda with me. It's in Italy" repeated Draco.
"But...but... I can't!" started Harry.
"And you can come home with me next week. Don't argue with me Potter," said Draco, suddenly looking stern. "Or I'll put a make-Harry-burst-into-tears-like-a-stupid-baby curse onto you."
Harry laughed. His prospects for the summer were unexpectedly looking brighter.
The last day of Harry's sixth year cane, and while Ron and Hermione headed for a *private* compartment, Harry spent the train ride duelling and having fun (hee-hee) with Draco. When the train rolled into Platform 9 3/4, and Narcissa waiting for them, Harry started to get doubtful again.
"Come on, Harry!" said Draco impatiently, as if sensing Harry's feelings. They dragged their cases over the where Narcissa was standing, and Harry decided to voice his concerns.
"Mrs Malfoy," he began, but she cut him off. "Oh, please don't call me that. Being married to him was awful, but now the bastard's dead, I'm just plain Narcissa," she interrupted; and Harry decided she wasn't going to have any hard feelings toward him.
After a short journey (A/N: How do wizards travel??), the three of them reached Malfoy Manor. Harry had a feeling it reminded him of Godric's Hollow, where he had lived when his parents were still alive, though he did not know why.
Climbing up the steps, Narcissa told Harry they would be getting to Garda by muggle transport, and she had picked the airport randomly.
"Newfortress, or something," she said, trying to remember it.
"Newcastle?" asked Harry.
"Yes! That was it. Now, you leave in three days, boys, and tomorrow I'm giving you some of Lucius money to go muggle shopping. No!"(Harry had started to protest) "Because he would have hatred it, and when you get back, Harry, you're staying at our house for the rest of the summer."
Harry stammered his thanks, but Narcissa waved it away and told Harry he was staying in Draco's room.
Half- and hour later, the two of them sat in Draco's huge room, laughing like they were old friends.
"Do you remember Ernie Macmillan's expression when I first sat with you in DADA?" asked Harry.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Draco, and proceeded to laugh so much he started to choke on his butter beer. "It was like he'd seen us planning to rip out Hannah Abbott's hair!"
The two of them spent the rest of the night discussing who they thought would get what jobs when their year graduated next year. It was fun, Harry decided, having a friend like Draco.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Well, dearies, there you are!
Now, review, review REIVEW!! Or I won't even *attempt* to write the next chapter, where Draco and Harry go muggle shopping!
OK. This story is going to be about Harry and Draco going on holiday together to Italy. It will be slash, so if you don't like it, turn back. Go on, go and read something else!
Anyhow, it's a "romantic comedy", but with my sense of humour, it probably isn't going to be very funny... but never mind.
Also, I'm no very good at writing the starting chapter... but bear with me :)
Disclaimer: Right, I don't own Draco or Harry, however much I beg, and I'm not making *anything* out of this, unfortunately... Lake Garda and anyone else I should mention isn't made up, and I don't mean to be mean to them... they asked for it! But, they all own themselves, and so does Hotel Marco Polo, which is a real place, etc, etc.
Now, on with the story!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Harry sighed as he walked into the Potions classroom. He had always hated potions, whether it was because of the Triwizard Tournament, and Rita Skeeter, everyone calling him Slytherin's Heir, the Slytherins, or just because of Snape. Now, he had a whole new reason - Ron and Hermione. The two had finally gotten together the previous night, something Harry had hoped would never happen, and in the time they'd had, an evening in the common-room and two lessons, Ron and Hermione had been smiling at each other, snogging (not in class - Harry didn't think Professors McGonnagal and Flitwick would take too kindly to Ron and Hermione getting passionate while they were trying to teach), and holding hands under desks.
Ron and Hermione had insisted they didn't mind Harry being there, and Harry knew it would only be a month before Ron treated Hermione wrongly or said something ignorant, and they both would come to Harry for support, but Harry couldn't wait that long, and he didn't want to take advantage of the situation.
As he walked into the classroom, he looked around to see if there was anyone he could sit with. After Voldemort had gone forever, so had most of the Slytherin students, so Harry's eyes travelled around fairly quickly. Dean and Seamus - no, all they ever talked about was girls, and Harry had discovered he was gay in his fifth year (A/N: but you all knew that anyway, right?), Millicent Bulstrode - ugh! He couldn't imagine! Lavender and Parvati - no! He'd prefer *Millicent*, for crying out loud! He looked around at the other possibilities, and discovered the only person left was... Draco.
To Harry's (and practically everyone else's) astonishment, Draco had remained behind at Hogwarts and fought against the Dark Lord, and against his father (who had died).
So Harry walked up cautiously to Draco's desk and asked warily
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
Draco, who had been taking out his cauldron and some ingredients, looked up with mild surprise on his face, and replied "Your company has to beat no company", and Harry sat down.
The lesson went well, and the others in the class didn't ask any questions, so when the next Potions class came, Draco and Harry sat together again.
"Why did you sit with me?" asked Draco, about three weeks later.
"Because when your two best friends are making out and smiling at each other, you kinda feel left out." Harry answered.
"Yeah, but you've got to admit it's sweet" said Draco, causing Harry to drop his boomslang, and stare open-mouthed at him. Draco laughed.
"Just because I acted evil doesn't mean I hate pink fluffy bunny rabbits! And," continued Draco, giving Harry a look that he couldn't read,
"If I hadn't acted horrible to you, my father would've near killed me". He looked down, and concentrated very hard on their potion.
"Draco," said Harry quietly, "I know how it feels to be unwanted."
Draco glanced up and gave Harry a small smile.
After that, the two seemed to everyone else to be inseparable, and when Harry moved his things next to Draco's in all the other lessons, people gaped at them, but Harry ignored theirs and Ron and Hermione's objections, and soon everyone grew used to them.
The end of term was rapidly approaching, and one Charms lesson Draco asked Harry what he was doing over the summer holidays (A/N: Don't we all wish they were just starting again! Oh, to go on holiday with Harry and Draco...).
"What the hell do think I'm doing, Draco? Going on a fucking cruise? I'm spending the whole summer serving the Dursleys, so they can make the most of my last summer there, as they're chucking me out next year!" said Harry, sounding more than a little irritated.
"Good!" cried Draco, ignoring Harry splutters in response to this comment. Then you're coming on holiday with me! Mother's booked a muggle holiday for two people, but she's got to go see a friend!" exclaimed Draco.
"Wh-what?" said Harry, looking extremely mystified.
"You're coming to umm... where is it? Lake Garda with me. It's in Italy" repeated Draco.
"But...but... I can't!" started Harry.
"And you can come home with me next week. Don't argue with me Potter," said Draco, suddenly looking stern. "Or I'll put a make-Harry-burst-into-tears-like-a-stupid-baby curse onto you."
Harry laughed. His prospects for the summer were unexpectedly looking brighter.
The last day of Harry's sixth year cane, and while Ron and Hermione headed for a *private* compartment, Harry spent the train ride duelling and having fun (hee-hee) with Draco. When the train rolled into Platform 9 3/4, and Narcissa waiting for them, Harry started to get doubtful again.
"Come on, Harry!" said Draco impatiently, as if sensing Harry's feelings. They dragged their cases over the where Narcissa was standing, and Harry decided to voice his concerns.
"Mrs Malfoy," he began, but she cut him off. "Oh, please don't call me that. Being married to him was awful, but now the bastard's dead, I'm just plain Narcissa," she interrupted; and Harry decided she wasn't going to have any hard feelings toward him.
After a short journey (A/N: How do wizards travel??), the three of them reached Malfoy Manor. Harry had a feeling it reminded him of Godric's Hollow, where he had lived when his parents were still alive, though he did not know why.
Climbing up the steps, Narcissa told Harry they would be getting to Garda by muggle transport, and she had picked the airport randomly.
"Newfortress, or something," she said, trying to remember it.
"Newcastle?" asked Harry.
"Yes! That was it. Now, you leave in three days, boys, and tomorrow I'm giving you some of Lucius money to go muggle shopping. No!"(Harry had started to protest) "Because he would have hatred it, and when you get back, Harry, you're staying at our house for the rest of the summer."
Harry stammered his thanks, but Narcissa waved it away and told Harry he was staying in Draco's room.
Half- and hour later, the two of them sat in Draco's huge room, laughing like they were old friends.
"Do you remember Ernie Macmillan's expression when I first sat with you in DADA?" asked Harry.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Draco, and proceeded to laugh so much he started to choke on his butter beer. "It was like he'd seen us planning to rip out Hannah Abbott's hair!"
The two of them spent the rest of the night discussing who they thought would get what jobs when their year graduated next year. It was fun, Harry decided, having a friend like Draco.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Well, dearies, there you are!
Now, review, review REIVEW!! Or I won't even *attempt* to write the next chapter, where Draco and Harry go muggle shopping!