A While In The Life…: Geography

"Ok, so… wait. What? Recite the plan to me again. Where is it we're going?"

Harry sighed and put down his fork, raising his eyes to the ceiling. (Why, oh why did wizard children not get taught Geography before they were sent to school at eleven?) All through lunch Draco had been asking questions about the holiday they'd booked, all the specific details which they'd gone over already. It was rather beginning to give Harry a slight feeling of déjà vu; either that or a complex. Were his skills in explanation really beginning to fail so badly? He set his knife onto the table and poised both hands in the air to demonstrate with. (At this, Draco raised his eyebrows and waited amusedly; he knew he was in for a long-winded explanation whenever Harry's hands were poised as such.

"Ok, so we're going to a little place in Turkey called Oludeniz- think 'Ollo-Denise'- which isn't that far away; it's on the edge of Europe, beginning of Asia." Harry's hands were already moving about seemingly of their own accord; they didn't seem to link to anything he was saying. (What was most likely was that Harry had stretched out a map of the world in his head, and was simply pointing to places on the map in the air. Or something.)

"We're staying for two weeks in an all-inclusive hotel – we leave next Friday, the second, and come back on the sixteenth – two weeks afterwards."

Draco nodded slowly, taking in all the information he already knew. "And we're travelling there by plane?"

"Yes. Well done, love," replied Harry, mocking him.

"But…why couldn't we just Floo there, or Apparate there, or something?"

"Because," Harry began, clasping his hands together like an old Science professor would before starting a lecture, "firstly, because of the boundary on the flat, we'd have to lug around suitcases and what not until we're at least – at least – a mile away; and even then we'd have to find a suitable spot where nobody would see us magically disappear. Oh, and regarding the massive distance, we'd probably end up losing each other along the way or Splinching. And I want you to-"

"Ok, ok, stop there," Draco cut in, silencing Harry before he could really take his stride, "I get your point dear."

"Dear? Really? Is that really necessary? I'm not that old, you know."

Draco gave Harry the eyebrow and took a bite from his fork. There was a while of complete silence whilst they each ate, savouring the gap in somewhat tedious conversation to fill their gobs, and Harry hummed.

"Harry."

"Mmmm?"

"You're doing it again."

"Oh, Draco, please," Harry pleaded as Draco shook his head vigorously, "I can't stand silence- you know I can't stand it, come on-"

"No! You know I only bought you those headphones because I couldn't stand listening to it all anymore, I can't sit and- ugh!"

"Oh, but Draco, it's a meal!"

"Lunch. Not dinner. You can have it later," Draco said, collecting up Harry's plate and leaning across to flick the end of his nose, "but not now. Oh, and you're doing the dishes today. As in, now. Chop chop, Potter! Time waits for no man!"

Harry jabbed his unfair lover with a tea towel and wandered over to the kitchen begrudgingly to get started on the grubby dishes.

"You know what, Draco?" he called, eyeing up all of the dirty crockery he had to clean, "How about next time, you clean as you go along?"

"Yeah, yeah," came the response as Draco pointed a middle finger in Harry's direction, "Get a dishwasher."

"I am the dishwasher!"

Although there was some point in what Harry said; Draco did have a tendency to use literally everything but the kitchen sink when he cooked. Especially as he was only making meals for two people. He blamed it on the Muggles… and the landlord.

Mostly the landlord.

"Harry?" he called through to the kitchen, "Err- planes?"

"We've been through this, Draco. Like flying on the inside of a massive broomstick, with seats and miniscule telly screens with tinny-reception headphones to buy so we can listen to it. Or watch it, rather."

"And that takes us forty thousand something feet in the air, does it?" Draco looked up, worried, "with nothing but big metal wings to support us?"

"When you're riding a broom, you have only you to protect yourself with. A plane is really much safer," Harry pointed out. "And either way- I'll be there to hold your hand when you're scared."

Draco went over to the sink and encircled Harry's waist with his arms.

"Hah," he murmured into Harry's ear, "Who says I'm going to be scared?"

Harry turned around in Draco's arms, drying his hands on a tea towel so that he could wrap them around the taller man's neck and smiling smugly.

"Oh, Draco. I thought we'd gotten past this by now."

Draco eyed him, long and hard, before easing gently out of Harry's well-placed grip.

"Shut up, Potter. Or I'll hex you."

A/N: So there's the time and the date. … Well, the date. From the second to the sixteenth (two weeks, no?) there shall be no AWITL! However, I will fill the time by writing the sequel- no, what am I talking about? - The Prequel. Maybe then I can incorporate some more…echoes of the past when they get back from Turkey =D

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