This is the English version of 'Vakantie'. HP/DM Slash one shot. The first chapter is now betaed! Thanks to a lot of support from MadieMalfoy! She made this chapter perfect, has done a lot of work on it, so a lot of credit goes to her too! Please enjoy!

Summer Holidays

It was Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, and as usual, the Hogwarts Express was departing from Platform 9 ¾. The steam was making its way into the air, and the flaming red train was getting ready to make its journey to Hogwarts at exactly eleven o'clock just as it did each year, but this year would be different; Harry could feel it inside. First of all, a lot had happened at the end of last year, and a lot had happened during the summer holidays.

Thanks to Dumbledore, Harry's name was cleared. Last year, the whole Wizarding world had been convinced he was a liar; Harry had seen Voldemort rise when Cedric Diggory had been killed, but, ever since the Minister of Magic had told the world Harry Potter was dangerous.

He was grateful that the silver-haired man had been on his side, but that did not mean that Harry would be able to enjoy a calm year at Hogwarts. Harry was stared at even more than last year which meant a lot because last year, everyone seemed to hate him and make his life as miserable as they could.

The students did not bother keeping their thoughts to themselves, either. They talked about the "Chosen One" as if Harry was not even there, as if he was not able to hear them, as if he was not passing by.

Harry had grown a lot. He had become a handsome young man and was far more loved than hated, but for some reason, Harry did not like that either. Being stared at with admiring looks was not so different from being stared at with hating looks. Harry just wanted to be left alone.

Harry lifted his trunk and Hedwig into the Hogwarts express and tried to find an empty compartment where he could save seats for himself, Ron and Hermione. Then, he stepped outside again to find the Weasleys. They were not difficult to find; the family stood out dramatically with their vibrant red hair and matching knitted sweaters compared to the other students at the platform. The wistle blew, and they got ready to get inside.

Once on the train, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione because they were Head Boy and Head Girl. They had to do their round on the Hogwarts Express to make sure the first years were settled and all the other students were not up to something mischievous.

Harry sat down in his compartment and watched out the window. He could sense the people that passed down the hallway staring through the window - he did not like to be stared at. What were they thinking? That he was an animal in some zoo? He tried not to think too much about it while he waited for Ron and Hermione to return.

After they had finished their rounds on the train, Ron and Hermione joined Harry in their compartment. They were almost to Hogwarts, and Harry had already put on his robes. Ron and Hermione were also wearing their robes, decorated with the Hogwarts emblem of the four houses.

"Do you want to know something?" Ron revealed suddenly, his blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. Hermione's brown orbs looked happy as well.

"Draco Malfoy wasn't with the Head Boys," Hermione revealed. Ron looked at her indignantly because he had not been able to say it.

"No. He didn't do his tour," Ron added, glad to have a say in the conversation. "It's strange that he didn't want to bully a first year, isn't it?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "It's his problem," he scoffed. Ron seemed disappointed by Harry's uninterested response, but he did not mention anything. Hermione also noticed that Harry was not in the mood for talking.

Harry knew all too well why Malfoy was not bothering 11-year-olds.

After a few minutes, Harry put his invisibility cloak under his robes and announced, "I'm gonna check where the trolley is." Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but Ron just waved at him enthusiastically and yelled, "Bring some stuff for me too - maybe some Bertie Botts Beans."

On that note, Harry disappeared down the hallway. Again, a lot of students looked at him . . . stared at him. Unfortunately, the hallway was too crowded to put on his cloak. A bit farther down the hallway, he saw Zabini. He would lead Harry to Malfoy, that was certain.

The hallway became less crowded as Harry moved forward, and he was finally able to put his cloak on. He looked at the compartment where Zabini entered, and Harry sneaked behind him and tried to enter, but just as he got inside, Zabini closed the door. Harry's foot was stuck.

He tried his best not to shout out in pain because he would have immediately revealed where he was, and he had a slight hunch that Malfoy would not like that.

"What the hell is wrong with these doors?" Zabini complained, irritated. Harry quickly stepped away from the door once his foot was released before Zabini smashed the door against his sore foot again.

Crabbe and Goyle just lifted their gigantic shoulders. What did they know? They were even more stupid than Dudley Dursley, which was very difficult to achieve. Even though Dudley had managed to become bigger than a baby whale, his brain had never managed to grow in such a way.

Harry climbed quickly between two trunks and made sure every part of him was invisible. It would be an awkward sight if the others saw a piece of arm sitting between two trunks.

As Harry was getting situated, his cloak slipped a bit. Damn! He could have sworn Malfoy was looking at his shoe, and seeing a shoe floating between two trunks was not a good sign, but because of all the commotion, Malfoy's attention was pulled towards Zabini. Luckily, Zabini had finally taken his seat after opening and closing the door at least ten times.

"What teacher?" Malfoy drawled as he continued whatever conversation they were having before Harry entered. Pansy Parkinson was sitting right next to him, although it seemed like she would rather be sitting on him. She caressed his leg and whispered into his ear. Harry felt a sting of jealousy cut through his chest. What was that ugly creature doing next to Draco? How dare she sit so close to his prince? He did not understand why Malfoy was not kicking her away.

They would arrive at the castle any moment now. Harry got a bit nervous. He admitted he had not thought this plan through before putting it into action, and now he was stuck here. He was dying to know what Pansy was saying to Malfoy, but they began talking about Zabini instead.

Harry was sitting too far from Pansy anyways to have heard what her high pitched voice was rambling about. Unlike Pansy, however, Zabini was talking as if he owned the compartiment, so Harry could understand everything he was saying.

At that point, Harry realized how cramped his legs were becoming. Then it hit him. How stupid had he been? He was stuck here in this compartment while Ron and Hermione were waiting for him. How would he explain where he had been? And to make matters worse, Harry had not heard a single bit of dirt from Malfoy, which was the entire reason of coming in the first place.

The train finally stopped, and Harry calmed down. Crabbe and Goyle grabbed their trunks off of the luggage rack, and Crabbe accidentally hit Harry in the stomach; Harry tried not to cry out for air. Fortunately, neither of the gorillas noticed that something had happened. Everyone got ready to leave except for Malfoy, who stayed in the compartment for a bit longer. Harry felt nauseous and was deeply disheartened. He just knew Malfoy had seen him sitting there.

"Are you coming, Draco?" Pansy purred.

"I'll be right there," Malfoy sneered. She pulled a face, but left without saying another word.

Harry sighed. What now? He knew. Draco knew. He just knew it. All Harry had wanted was to observe Malfoy quietly - how his pink lips turned into a sneer as Pansy made her stupid remark, how his deep grey eyes looked at her with boredom, and how his blond hair was caressed by the wind from time to time as a breeze floated through the open train window, but no. Malfoy had seen him. Now everything was ruined.

Once everyone had left, Malfoy closed the curtains and fumed, "Are you trying to spy on me, Potter?" Harry stiffened. No. Why? And why did he call him by his last name? Harry felt even more discouraged. He decided to sit still and pretend that Draco had not said anything.

Draco pulled off the invisibility cloak, and Harry almost fell off the luggage rack. He got a grip just in time and crawled out clumsily. He could feel his face turning as red as a tomato.

"I'm sorry, I – " Harry could not find the right words to say.

"What do you want, Potter?" Harry looked at Draco questioningly. There was something strange in his grey eyes. They were not cold. Harry's red tint faded, and he gained some self-confidence.

"I don't know what you mean, Malfoy," Harry defended. He tried to put as much sarcasm into Draco's name, but he could not compare to Malfoy's drawling voice.

"You want me?" he hissed suddenly. He stepped forward and Harry swallowed. What was this about? Harry stiffened as thoughts of Malfoy flooded his brain.

"I - " Why did he always act like a fish out of water? He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Malfoy always made him speechless.

"Do you want me, Potter?" he seduced, again very self-confident, especially compared to Harry. Harry felt the redness creep up his face again. It was a good thing everyone could not see the "Chosen One" now; he was blushing in front of Draco Malfoy.

"Yes, I guess so," Harry finally managed to answer. His voice did not sound normal, but he had said it. Draco leaned forward, and Harry knew what was about to happen. Draco's pink lips touched Harry's red ones. He felt how Draco pushed lightly, massaging his lips.

He felt Draco's tongue sneaking past his lips, asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth willingly, and Draco's pink, soft tongue found its way into Harry's hot mouth. It was as if time stood still as they enjoyed each other. When they both pulled away for air, Harry opened his mouth again to try and say something wise this time, but he had to close it again. Draco had left without saying another word.

Harry could not move anymore. He was just staring bluntly at the door. He was paralyzed by the kiss.

"God, what was that?" he wondered.

Suddenly, Harry felt the engine start again as the train prepared to leave. He hurried to get out, and was fortunately just in time; however, the carriages were gone, so he had to make his way to the castle by foot. As he walked, he let his thoughts wander over Draco. His lips . . . his body . . . his eyes.

Harry eventually arrived at the Great Hall; he was very late. The sorting ceremony was already over and dinner was ready. All the gold plates were filled with the most delicious food, which tasted godly to Harry compared to Aunt Petunia's cooking skills. Finally, Harry realized how hungry he really was.

He tried to restrain some of his happiness from what happened on the train and searched for his friends at the Gryffindor table. Once he found them and sat down, he noticed Dumbledore winking at him. Harry felt his cheeks heat up again. Did the old man really know everything?

"Where have you been?" Ron asked. Before Harry could answer, Ron stuffed everything on his plate into his mouth.

"I got caught up," Harry explained, trying to hide as many details as possible, and started filling his plate eagerly.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin table. The person he was looking for sat between two familiar gorillas. He and Draco exchanged a look, and Harry drowned in Draco's stormy grey eyes. It warmed him up inside. Draco seemed so cold, yet Harry was melting away, looking into his eyes.

"I thought you went to look for the trolley," Hermione asked suspiciously and tried to find what he was looking at. Harry quickly looked away before Hermione could see and stuffed a potato in his mouth. Hermione began cutting into her chicken, but kept looking at Harry sternly.

"Yes, but I was chatting, you know. I am the "Boy Who Lived" after all." For that, he got a murderous look from Hermione and a smash on his shoulder from Ron, but he just ignored them.

After he had filled his plate for the second time, Harry looked at the Slytherin table again. The blonde boy winked, and Harry felt overjoyed.

The summer holidays had not been a dream.

To be continued!

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