Disclaimer: I don't own any characters you recognise from 'Harry Potter', J. K. Rowling does. I own the rest!

A/N: Right-oh old chaps! This is my new fic! YEY! First up, if anyone else has wrote a fic like this, sorry I didn't mean to steal the idea... I thought it up yesterday while I was at the seaside, so don't shout at me!!!! Also, I know some part's in this chapter is like "Home Alone II" (which I also don't own...) but, well I needed it like that for the plot! And everyone who is reading 'Quarantine', I promise to write on that tomorrow!!! Ok enough of me ranting... READ!

Slytherin at Sea

Chapter 1 - Mistaken Identity

Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted, and at this moment in time, he wanted not to go on this cruise with his parents. He was sat on his parents big lavish bed and watched his mother pose against the full-length mirror, with a sky-blue two-piece bikini against her light green robes.

"Why can you not leave me here? I am old enough in case you didn't notice mother. There will be nothing to do!" He said, eyeing the pile of reject clothing in front of the wardrobe. The sky-blue bikini joined the pile.

"Yes, yes I know how old you are son." She answered absent minded, as she picked the bikini back up, and changed the colour to black, and posed once more. "But your father wants us to go on this cruise. As a family. He wants the 'public' to see how happy we actually are after them recent rumours. And he also doesn't want to be out done by them of all people." Narcissa finished, and placed the newly coloured bikini in her trunk.

Draco frowned. "Them mother?" His mother pointed to a few pieces of parchment on the bedside table, and then went back posing with clothes in the mirror.
Scanning the front page of the 'Daily Prophet' he came up non the wiser. Apart from noticing it was two days old.

"Forgive me mother, but I still don't kn-"

"Turn the page Draco." Narcissa hissed at him sharply. He did as he was told and turned the page. Seeing the sub headline at the top of an article he knew he found what he was looking for.

'CRUISE WINNERS ANNOUNCED!

First, everyone at the 'Daily Prophet' would like to thank all the readers who entered this special once-in-a-blue-moon competition! As most of you knew, the answer to the question was indeed "Water-Eyed Slugs"! And the prize, a two week, all expenses paid cruise for 4 aboard the three star ship, 'Contastica' goes to;

MRS. M. WEASLEY!

Congratulations! On contacting Mrs. Weasley she told us this;
"Oh great heavens! Thank you! It's a great honour to win this spectacular prize! With having seven children, my husband and I haven't really had much of a chance to go on a holiday, never mind a cruise! Now with all but two of our children having flew the nest as it where, we have more time to spend on ourselves! I'm sure they will be delighted once I tell them! Thank you all again!"

The runners up are;
Miss. P. Brican,
Mr. G. Werr,
Mr. Q. Von Sericar and
Mrs. S. Thorick

Each winning their very own 'Magical Medical Potions' brewing kit!'

Draco threw the parchment down beside him on the bed.

"Father only wants us to go so he isn't out-done by a Weasley? Ha. It's only a three star ship!" He said sneering. His mother was now checking out how she looked with different sunglasses and her hair in different styles.

"That is exactly why our ship is a full five star. Now you are coming with us obligingly. No arguments. I expect your trunk to be packed by the end of the day. We leave tomorrow." She simply stated.

"Tomorrow? That was quick."

"You know your father has connections. Now, as I said, the end of the day." And on that final note, Draco got up off the bed and strolled to his own room.

Up on entering his room, he noticed a few pile's of clothes and robes freshly washed and pressed on the end of his bed. His mother must have told the house elves to do it. Checking through them all, he placed the items he wanted to take into his trunk, which was open at the side of his wardrobe, and discarded the ones he didn't need. After searching among his drawers he found his very expensive Grantel & Gadali designer sunglasses and all the other bits and pieces he needed for his holiday. Closing the lid to his trunk, he laid back on his green satin covered four-poster bed, and fell into a light sleep before dinner.

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It was completely chaotic in the next day in the Weasley household. Molly, Author, Ron and Ginny were rushing about their house, trying to find things they forgot to pack for their holiday, and they had only one hour left before they portkeyed to the dock.

"RROOONN! Have you seen my sun block?" 15-year-old Ginny yelled up the stairs to her brother.

"No! I haven't! It's probably the same place as my Cannons hat!" Ron came thundering down the stairs and pushed passed Ginny. Narrowing her eyes she stormed up the stairs, and into the first floor bathroom. Checking the cupboards she finally saw her sun block (very high block factor!) hidden behind some medicine of Ron's. Something to do with slugs of some kind. She shrugged and picked up what she came for. Running to her room she almost knocked over her father. Mr. Weasley looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Ignoring Ginny, he half jogged into the laundry room, muttering a list of some sort to himself.

Finally in the safety of her own room she threw the tube of block into her worn and battered trunk. Ginny hardly had time to blink before her mother was calling her.

"GINNY! COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Rolling her eyes, she shut the lid to her trunk and picked it up. Her father had made it feather light the day before, so she could carry it herself. Dropping her trunk next to the kitchen table she walked into the living room where her mother, and a disgruntled looking Ron were.

"Listen dearie, have you seen Ron's Cannon hat anywhere? You know how attached he is to it... It's like his comforter!" Her mother trailed off, and patted Ron on the arm. Ron gave a grunt and looked at the ceiling.

"It is not a comfort thing! It's just to keep the sun off my hair! You know how my head burns!" He muttered.

"Yes, we know." Molly answered sympathetically, and then gave Ginny a humoured look.

"Well I'm finished packing to I'll help look I guess!" Ginny offered, trying not to laugh.

Half an hour later the four were all packed and ready to go. Ginny had found Ron's Cannon hat. It was lodged up the hose of their vacuum cleaner. Apparently Molly had cleaned around his room the day before and... Well accidents happen. All holding with one hand to their trunks, and the other to the portkey (which was an old copy of the 'Daily Prophet'), the time finally came. Feeling the tug behind her navel, she flew into the portkey, and not even seconds later she fell half crumpled on the floor, and half on Ron's legs. She pried herself off of Ron and straightened her fiery red hair.

"Come on now children, hurry hurry!" Came the rushed voice of Mrs Weasley. "Terminal 3a everyone." Ginny took hold of her trunk and along with the rest of her family ran from their secluded portkey hiding place to Terminal 3a.

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"Draco. Hurry." Came the voice of Lucius Malfoy. Draco narrowed his eyes at the back of his father who was hurrying to Terminal 1c. Their ship was a few minutes away from taking on the last passengers, and as much as Draco didn't want to go on this stupid cruise, he hurried all the same. Upsetting his father was the last thing on his list. That and thanking Potter for almost killing the Dark Lord year after year. Stopping, Draco swapped hands for the trolley on which his trunk was strapped. The place was crowded and a group pushed passed him almost knocking him over. Narrowing his eyes he scanned the crowd to see who it was, then tried to see where his mother and father were. On spotting two white-blonde head running towards a terminal, he quickly pushed through the people hurrying to their terminals and ran.
Out of breath and panting he finally came to the terminal he saw his parents run into.

"Your ticket sir?" Came a high-pitched voice. Looking up he saw a black haired woman dressed in a blue suit, and a grumpy face.

"One moment, I have it he... oh, my father has my ticket! He just entered a few seconds before me!" Draco explained.
"We have no time to call him off and check." She snapped, looking at the clock. She then narrowed her eyes at him. "What did your parents look like?" She rushed a breath. Draco beat down the urge to hex her to hell.

"Like an older version of me! Tall, blonde, pale." Draco responded impatiently. The worker nodded her head, as she recollected who had previously boarded.

"Fine fine, just locate them as soon as you enter, sir." She said, forcing some politeness into her voice. Draco quickly ran through the tunnel of the entrance and boarded the ship. The worker closed the gate behind her and on her walkie talkie she told someone the ship is ready to sail.

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Draco pulled his trolley behind him as he scanned the passengers who were locating crewmembers to direct them to their cabin. Standing on the tips of he feet he searched for his parents heads. As he couldn't find them he walked to the corner of the reception. He felt a faint tug as the ship slowly pulled from port. Over the loud speaker the Captain's voice sounded.

"This is Captain Tremore speaking! We would like to welcome you all to the 'Contastica'! The crew and I hope you enjoy your cruise, relax and have a wonderful time!"

As soon as the Captain's voice stopped, the National Anthem played.

Taking in a sharp gasp, which caused some people to look at him, Draco fell back against the wall of the ship and slid down. His eyes widened as the realisation hit home. He was aboard the 'Contastica'. He had boarded the wrong cruise ship!!!

A/N: Well I hope you liked the opening chapter! I did!! Review and tell me what you think?? A double choco-chip mega sized cookie if you do!! *ahem*bribe*cough*

In the next chapter, Ginny and Draco bump into each other when Draco is placed in the spare room opposite hers! What will her reaction be? What will his reaction be? And will Ron ever trust his mom to vacuum his room ever again? DUM-DUM-DUUUUUUM!