A While In The Life…: Holiday
The taxi beeped impatiently. Draco went over to the window and saw the driver leaning out of his open door, waiting. He held up a finger and mouthed one more minute at him. Before pulling out a Muggle note and waving it at him. The taxi driver shut his door and waited.
"Harry, have you- Harry?"
Draco turned, expecting to see Harry kneeling by the cases, and was startled to find nobody there. He looked around, and heard a clatter in the bathroom.
"Harry, what are you doing?" he called, "the taxi's waiting and he won't be shut up by more cash next time!"
"I'm getting the locks open!"
Locks? Draco rolled his eyes and signalled to the taxi driver again, holding up a finger to represent a minute. When he turned around, Harry had returned from the bathroom with two "combination" locks in his hands. He fixed them onto the waiting cases, fiddling with their tiny little numbers so that they wouldn't open. Draco watched over Harry's shoulder.
"What exactly is it you're doing there?"
"1998." Harry muttered under his breath, before raising his voice, "that's the combination."
"What?"
"To unlock the cases! The combination number, it's- it's 1998…" Harry's voice trailed off as he caught and recognised the flash of melancholies that passed Draco's face. He hesitated, before Draco spoke.
"I'll never remember that. Change it to 1980; year we were born." He went back to the window and pretended he was communicating with the taxi.
Harry turned back to the locks, slightly disheartened. "Ok...1980 it is..."
Once the locks were done, he checked them for their strength before straightening up and facing Draco. Well. Draco's back. He called that the cases were ready, and requested Draco took the travel bags. There was no response.
"Draco?" Harry went over and reached out to silent Draco; it snapped him out of his reverie immediately.
"Sorry," he replied with a light smile, "what was that?"
"You take the bags. I'll do the cases."
"'Kay,"
Harry watched Draco shrug his bag onto his back, and pick up Harry's in his hand. There seemed to be something off about the way he strode to the door and opened it, holding it out. The taxi beeped from outside.
"Well, come on, then," Draco complained, "what are you waiting for? We have a plane to catch!"
Harry just about smiled. "Draco…are you alright?"
Draco didn't say anything as Harry took the cases and wheeled them out of the doorway. Only when he'd turned off the lights did he speak.
"Yes, Harry. Yes, of course. I'm with you. Why wouldn't I be alright, if not for that alone?"
The door clicked softly shut behind them.
A/N: And off go our boys, into the mysterious land of Turkey. Gosh, I can't believe this is the thirty-sixth chapter! Thirty-sixth! Man. I feel achieved. And to think that this only started out with a single drabble!
So! I bring news of the first chapter of the prequel, which can be found here if you take out the spaces: h t t p : / / w w w . f a n f i c t i o n . n e t / s / 6 1 0 4 1 4 7 / 1 / I hope it is enjoyed =] (And that the link works)
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