A/N: Ok, I've been working all day and now I'm tired (And slightly hyper) so I'm not sure where this chapter will end up

Anyway, enjoy!

Oh, and you're going to find out how Harry and Draco got together in this chapter as well, expect a long chapter!

Chapter 4. We are Sailing, wait, no we're not!
Day 2.

The teens' wake up call came at seven in the morning, an ungodly hour for some, by a sulky maid suddenly yanking the curtains open. The room was filled with yells of shock and disgust, and then settled to the odd grumble. Their ferry was due to leave at ten but it seemed that the receptionist was 'thoughtful' enough to wake them up earlier than asked for.

"I hate Mondays," Blaise grumbled, shading his eyes from the sun poring in from the open curtains.

"Today's Tuesday," Hermione said Matter of factually, the only one truly awake.

"Same difference," Blaise said and promptly falling back to sleep.

Hermione looked at her five companions. Pansy hadn't opened an eye or even moved. Hermione reckoned that Pansy was awake for too long last night. Pansy had the worst habit when with friend; she could never stop talking or gossiping. Once Hermione slept over at her house, and Pansy talked all through the night, finally going to sleep at dawn, only then to be awaken by her mother three hours later. It meant that Pansy was always tired and would nap a lot, and it probably explains a lot about Pansy.

Ron was on his stomach on the bed, still snoring away obliviously. Ron could sleep for the world, between food and sleep Ron only had about two hours a day to do anything else. Could be endearing but most of the times annoying. Ron was the heaviest sleeper out of her friends, and it's almost impossible to wake him up without a glass of water.

Blaise, the object of her unknown affections, had rolled onto the end of the bed. Hermione had always secretly admired and fancied Blaise since they were fifteen, but he never showed if he like her 'that way' or not and Hermione was always afraid to make the first move in case he didn't. She often found herself admiring his dark tan and chocolate brown eyes, even now when they were closed, she could still vividly imagine those eyes. His body was something to look at as well, but Hermione wasn't interested in him for his six pack or tight ass like any other sane girl, no, instead it was his knowledge and imagination that attracted him to her.

Hermione knew about sex, what teenager doesn't? But Hermione never seemed to think about it, or, if she did, she would feel dirty. She had kissed a few boys, even made out with a few, but sex was never the issue back then. But now, as she found herself admiring Blaise's toned body, she wondered what it would be like to lie beneath him as he pumped himself inside her, while they moaned each other's names. She blushed at thinking such obscenities, but couldn't help herself, she was only human. She knew that she was the only virgin out of her five friends, which never used to bother her, but now, I made her feel quite prudish, especially Pansy revealing she had sex in a children's' playground and Draco telling them he once slept with a teacher.

Shaking her head, Hermione looked at the couple beside Ron. When the curtains were pulled, Draco, who wasn't too happy about waking up, buried his head in Harry's chest and went back to sleep. Harry himself was in between sleep and awake and was rubbing his eyes put an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. To Hermione it was a sweet picture, it also showed how much they cared for each other, even though Draco can be quite annoying and very materialistic. Hermione always thought, like everyone else, that Harry would go out with a nice, polite, straight-acting boy, instead, he had introduced this narcissistic, flamboyant, 'brat' of a person, who's main goal in life is to look good and be on the cover for a gay magazine.

It was about two years ago when Harry came out. His first boyfriend didn't last long, about a month or so, but his second on lasted for more than a year. Alex was an American boy who moved to the UK with his family. He was the sort of person Harry hit off with right away. He looked quite like Harry except he had baby blue eyes, not emerald green, and both were into the same things. So it was no surprise when the announced that they were a couple. Harry's parents loved Alex as well, he was their perfect example as the sort of boy Harry would go for; kind and considerate, and they supported them 100 per cent. After a year, however, Alex's parents got a job back in the States and had to move back. The two broke up but decided to stay friends as both knew that long distant relationships were hard to maintain, no matter how hard they try.

After that, Harry never had any more relationships; he would mope around in his room all day and never go out with his friends, no matter how hard they tried to make him. This was Harry's 'depression mode' to his parents and soon they became desperate to do something about it. They didn't have to however, one day Harry told his parents that someone who he thought was special was coming over for dinner and his parents were thrilled. Lilly Potter spent the day planning the dishes that she was going to cook and James helped clean the house, both were so pleased that their son was happy again that they wouldn't have cared if he had brought a 70 year old man to dinner, well, maybe a little bit.

When they saw Draco, however, their first thoughts were 'the 70 year old man would have been better,' as Draco wasn't the most decently dressed person in the world. When they saw how alive Harry looked, however, they gave Draco a chance. Despite appearances, Draco certainly made a 'colourful' addition to the Potter's lives and after a few weeks they often found themselves missing the amount of noise Draco makes, his voice was like a foghorn and he was constantly prancing around the place. Harry's friends took some time getting used to Draco as well although Pansy and Draco hit it off right away. Hermione and Blaise soon got used to him as well, but Ron, who found Draco too gay for comfort, took some time, but after a while they all had accepted Draco for who he was.

It was bringing Draco out shopping with them was the problem; they thought Pansy was bad but Draco was worse. The two of them would squeal for joy and run to the nearest shop as soon as they enter the centre. This gave Pansy a chance to not hold back in her enthusiasm like she would do before Draco was in the picture. The rest of their friends were often red in the face as passing people gave curious and amused looks at the duo, more so at Draco, who certainly proved that boys can squeal just as high as girls when it came to shopping.

Hermione snapped her self out of her thoughts to wake up her friends; they had a long day ahead of then.

"OK, that's £50 pounds," Harry said handing the receptionist the money. It was the same balding man from the night before and in daylight, every stain on the man's shirt was visible.

"Thanksh, I hope ye enjoyehd yer shay," the man said, still unintelligible.

There was a definite sound of disagreement from behind Harry, of which the man chooses to ignore.

Once outside, all six teens take a deep breath of clean air.

"I thought we'd never leave!" Blaise sighed.

"That was the most unpleasant experience I ever had in my whole entire life!" Draco exclaimed.

"Quit being such a drama queen, it wasn't that bad," Ron said.

"Ok, our ferry leaves in an hour, so we can either go to the port now and get something to eat there, or we can stay around here and find a restaurant or something, which do you all want?" Hermione asked over the crowd.

A chorus of 'Port!' made the vote unanimous.

At the port, their ferry was the first thing they saw. The ship could hold about two hundred cars and provided food and beds for the longer trips. The boat was called the most original name in the world, the 'S.S Boat' (Long story behind that one people!) and had a grand air to it. Any passengers with cars were currently driving onto the lower floors where the cars were kept and on the other side, Lorries and trucks with products being exported were being loaded. The six friends handed in their tickets and parked their cars in the lower bays. After that they went in search of food.

"So, see anywhere you like? Ron?" Pansy asked.

"Why do you all look at me when you ask about food?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Because you're a pig?" Draco tried.

"At least I eat, Malfoy and don't live on air like you."

"I care about my appearance."

"By starving yourself?"

"Ron, Draco does not starve himself; he can eat almost as much as you," Harry intervened.

"Doesn't explain why he's so small then."

"I'm not small I'm 5'8."

"That's small, Malfoy."

"I know, when we get onto the boat we'll all measure each other!" Hermione suggested excitedly.

"Wow, you really are a dare devil aren't you 'Mione?" Pansy said sarcastically.

"I just want to know how tall everyone is, is that a crime?"

"Only if you're working for the CIA and you need our heights along with our mug shots."

When it reached ten to eleven, the friends made their way back towards the ferry, which was now calling people aboard. While they waited in line everyone checked to make sure they had their tickets and other belongings. By the time the got to the lady checking and collecting the tickets they couldn't help but feel excited and that nothing would go wrong.

"Err … guys?" Ron said, quietly getting their attention.

"Yes Ron?" Blaise asked.

"I kinda … erm … forgot my ticket," he said in a tiny voice.

"WHAT!" Hermione yelled.

"I don't know where my ticket is!"

"Tell me you're joking! Please!" Hermione begged, still furious.

"I wish I was," Ron said cringing.

"Excuse me, can I have your tickets, please?" the lady politely asked.

"Hold on one second, where did you have it last?" Hermione questioned, turning back to Ron.

"In the restaurant … I think."

"You are so STUPID sometimes!" Hermione yelled all over again.

"I'm sorry," Ron squeaked.

"Sorry does not help; we are going to find that ticket!"

"I'm sorry, miss, but we can't wait any longer," the lady interrupted.

Hermione turned on her best death glare at the poor lady and growled through bared teeth, "We are getting the ticked NOW and you're going to WAIT and you'll be HAPPY ABOUT IT!" And with that she spun around and dragged Ron back towards the restaurant.

"Sorry about this, she is getting therapy, but it's not working very –"

"DRACO!"

I actually had great fun writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
Anyway, please R&R, it's greatly appreciated!