"Malfoy, checking in," Draco said to the woman behind the desk. She typed something into the computer, pulling up his reservation. He waited patiently, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the polished surface of the desk.

Harry stood a few feet away, looking around the room. They were standing in the main building of the resort Draco had chosen for them. He had to admit that he was impressed. This place was nice—and no doubt expensive.

The floors, he could only guess, were some sort of marble, and everything around him seemed to be of the highest quality. Draco must have spent loads on this trip, he thought.

Across the room, the receptionist slid a key across the desk Draco, along with a few brochures.

"If there's anything you need," she said sweetly, "please don't hesitate to ask. We hope you enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," Draco replied, flashing a bright smile before returning to Harry's side. "Ready, babe?"

Harry nodded, shouldering his bag and following his boyfriend out the back doors. Their cabin was nearly a quarter mile away from the main building in one of the more secluded areas of the resort. Draco opened the door and stepped to the side, motioning for Harry to go in first.

Harry looked around him in awe, his bag dropped to the floor as he stepped further into the room, looking around at the sitting room ahead, the kitchenette to one side, and the bedroom to the other. A door branched off from the hall, leading to the bathroom.

"This is incredible, Draco," he said. Draco smiled and stepped up behind him, letting his bag fall to the floor next to Harry's as he wrapped his arms around the boy's waist.

"I thought you'd like it," he replied, kissing his boyfriend's neck.

"I love it."

"You haven't even seen the best part yet. Come on." He took the brunette's hand, pulling him towards the bedroom.

"How did I know your definition of the best part would have something to do with the bedroom?"

"Maybe you knew I like seeing you in my bed," Draco cooed, grinning as he released Harry's hand and moved across the room to a set of French doors. "Or maybe, you know I booked the room with a view." With that, he opened the doors wide, giving way to the bright sun and a breathtaking view of the ocean.

"Oh my god," Harry whispered, stepping out onto the little balcony. Draco smiled, following his boyfriends outside and leaning against the railing. Harry took a deep breath, loving the salty smell of the ocean air. He looked out over the water, smiling to himself before turning to Draco. "Is this all just some elaborate scheme to woo me and get me into your bed?"

"That depends—is it working?" Draco grinned wider and kissed his boyfriend. "Mmm, one problem with that theory, babe."

"Oh?"

"I've already had you in my bed. And believe me, it required no scheming." Harry looked scandalized, hitting Draco playfully in the chest. The blonde chuckled, pulling Harry close and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Don't worry. You're the best I've ever had, and I'll hold to that."

Harry laughed. "What are you talking about? I'm the only one you've ever had."

"Touché."

Harry smiled and kissed him again before heading back into the bedroom to the lie on the bed. Draco stepped back into the living space to get their bags.

"Merlin," Harry said as the blonde joined him in the bedroom once more. "This bed is amazing." Draco set their bags in the far corner, turning back to his boyfriend.

"And you look amazing on it," he replied, stepping towards the bed.

"Do I?" Draco nodded, crawling onto the bed to straddle the boy's hips.

"It'd be better without all these pesky clothes in the way."

"Hm…let's see if we can take care of that problem, shall we?" Harry said, sitting up to pull his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as his hands moved to unbutton Draco's shirt, his lips trailing along the pale skin of the boy's neck.

"Mmm, lets," Draco agreed, pushing Harry back onto the bed as he captured the boy's lips with his own. Harry arched up, loving the way Draco's hands ran over his body, caressing every inch of bare skin he could reach.

'This,' he thought, 'is gonna be one hell of a trip.'