Introduction
Harry Potter sat on a plaid laid blanket on a grassy hill overlooking a lake. He had his picnic basket full of food and drink for two next to him, a brilliant sun over his head, and a boyfriend emerging from the cool water below where the water ran down his naked chest. To say he was happy in the summertime for the first time in his life would be an understatement.
Draco Malfoy had asked Harry out on Valentine's Day. It may have had undesired consequences the following days when the school learned of the missing students, and Ginny Weasley whom orchestrated the whole debacle disappeared from the wizarding world without a trace. But that didn't sway Draco. Even among those unfortunate events he and Harry had found time to get to know one another and get closer. During their third school year Draco found himself changing and feeling something he never thought he would; affection.
Harry took longer to get on that emotional train. Draco feared he was emotionally dense when it came to showing his feelings, but it all worked out in the end. Harry gave him a chance, and so far it seemed to be working.
They were three weeks into their summer vacation when Draco told Harry the news. Before, Draco would travel to 12 Grimauld Place to visit Harry whom was staying with Sirius after certain events at the Dursleys. The two boys got along great, and it appeared as though Harry was starting to open up to Sirius, especially when he got to listen to stories of his dad as a kid. That made Draco happy. Then, a few hours before the boys travelled to have their picnic, Draco told Harry.
"What does that mean?" asked Harry.
"Exactly what you think it means. I'm sorry Harry but it's my family. They're the ones who wanted to have a special trip."
"To Europe?" Harry tried to walk away from Draco. He obviously wasn't taking the news too well, and Draco figured as much.
"Come on Harry, it isn't the end of the world." Draco followed Harry from room to room, pleading the Gryffindor that he wasn't abandoning him. "It'll only be-"
"The rest of summer!"
"Well…" Draco stopped in his tracks and tried to figure out another way to say it, but nothing came to mind. "Yes, yes it will be for the next two months up until we go back to Hogwarts, but it isn't like we won't see each other. I'll floo over whenever I can. It just won't be as often. And, and I'll write. Every week, no, every day I'll write to you."
Harry stopped too and put up his arms. Draco took that chance to snake his arms around the boy's slender body and pulled him into a hug from behind.
"I promise Harry, this won't affect our relationship. I'm not abandoning you."
"Promise?" asked Harry. His tone was low and doubtful.
"Promise." Draco kissed Harry's ear and let him go. "Now let's grab that picnic basket you were telling me about. I have this perfect place to spend the day and I don't want to lose another hour of sun."
Harry shuddered at that word. Sun. His mortal enemy from Hogwarts whom always woke him up at the most inopportune times. Though as Harry sat on that grassy field on top of that hill over looking the lake and the sun's beams glistened Draco's nearly naked body Harry couldn't help but enjoy the day. He and Draco talked, laughed, splashed in the water and to Draco's relief Harry seemed to have forgotten about his anxieties as quickly as they arrived.
"Now, what's this one called?" Draco held up a sandwich in plastic wrap. He eyed it very suspiciously and waited for Harry to pass judgement on the unnamed food before unwrapping it.
"BLT."
"What an awful name. I will never understand how muggles come up with these ridiculous titles."
Harry held back a laugh while he watched Draco undress his sandwich and sniff it like a dog. "It typically stands for Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato."
Draco scoffed at the title once again. "That's incredibly lazy naming if I ever heard it." Harry continued to watch Draco as he proceeded to take a careful bite, and then another, and another out of the ridiculously named sandwich. "It may be the second worst named sandwich of the muggle world, but I do admit it's rather tasty."
Finally, Harry let a giggle slip from his mouth. Draco gave him a questioning look, but Harry couldn't contain it any longer. A week ago Draco came to him asking Harry to teach him of the muggle world. Harry never imagined that Draco would be interested in such trivial things, as he put it in the past, but nevertheless there he was begging Harry to learn more. So, that evening Harry introduced him to muggle sandwiches and the classes PBJ. Draco too scoffed at that name and declared it the most inane title of food he'd had ever heard. Although like today up on the hill he too loved the sandwich and asked for another. Then, when Harry gave him a glass of milk Draco was astonished to see how well is broke down the sticky peanut butter in his throat. It reminded Harry of a kid learning about magic tricks for the first time. Since then Draco had gained a fascination with muggle sandwiches, and on this trip Harry thought it special to make him a few new ones.
The boys continued to stay outside until the sun set and enjoyed each other's company while it lasted. After the picnic they returned to Grimauld Place and Draco helped Harry put their things away, said hello/goodbye to Sirius, and left Harry with a promise that he'd write to him soon.
Harry had a good day. Spending time with Draco had been surprisingly healing to him. He still wasn't happy that the blonde-haired boy would be leaving him. Even if he'd hear and see him from time to time Harry couldn't get over the fact that his heart ached. No matter how he called it in his head he still felt left behind in his heart and for a split second he wondered, and feared, what would happen to him if he and Draco didn't work out.
What happens to me if we break up this coming year, he asked to himself before going to bed.