Chapter 2
They arrived at the dock a few moments later and to Draco's unpleasant surprise, a snogging Ron and Hermione just beyond the tables of the dock restaurants.
Harry cleared his throat quite loudly causing the loving couple to jump.
"Harry!" Screamed the two together.
"So good to see you mate. I see you're looking fantastic."
"Thanks Ron. You look pretty fit too. You remember Draco?"
"Of course." He shot Draco a glare; "How are you…Malfoy?"
"Quite well thank you Weasel."
"Boys please; you're 20 years old now. Start acting like it!" Trust Hermione to act mature.
Draco, displeased with how the holiday had already gotten off to a rocky start caused by the Weasel rather than himself, lit up a cigarette while they walked to the dock. Harry, being himself of course, ruffled Draco's beautifully held-to-one-spot hair and snatched the smoke out of Draco's hand and had himself a draw before giving it back. He still didn't know why smoking soothed him so, nor did Draco know why it soothed himself so. But after the war, the many things they all did didn't provoke questions or inquisitive nature of any kind.
They boarded the cruise ship with the anticipation to get their vacation started. The twinkle in Harry's eyes as he explored the ship reminded Draco why he was in love with him so much. While also reminded him of what he'd do to his husband later that night. Between Draco and himself, he was convinced he'd brought all the right "equipment." But first, they were required at dinner with a table for the four of them. Harry could see how much Draco hated to have to sit next to Ron, but promised him that if he'd behave, there was a reward in store for him. The same promise was made by Hermione to Ron. But Harry had no idea what Draco had in mind. There was so much passion just waiting to leave Draco that it would blow Harry's mind and he couldn't wait blow something else of Harry's as well.