Wyv: Well, here were are, yet another chapter for all you lucky people!
Bel: Strange, isn't it, how this series is a lot easier to write than all our others. Still, it's a lot of fun!
Lan: Thanks to our lovely reviewers: Kissaki (no date as of yet), PepperjackCandy (thank you!), Cat Samwise (We forgive you, hon! How was the vacation? Been anywhere nice?) and phat girl (Never seen The Pink Panther... but sleek and sexy and stylish is what Draco does best!)
Bel: Here you go, peeps...sit back, relax and enjoy.
Lan: Disclaimer: we own nothing, except Thor (who is actually mine in real life too!) and Elliott, who in actual fact belongs to one of our friends, and she doesn't know we've borrowed him for this story!

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Harry and Draco stepped off the plane feeling tired but happy. Draco had insisted on using Muggle transport on the way back as he had never been on a plane before, and he had moaned and complained all the way through the flight. The in-flight movie was too cute and sickening ("It *is* meant to be for kids, Draco!"), the seats were too uncomfortable to go to sleep in, the food was awful, the toilet was too small. He didn't have a window seat, and Harry refused to swap. But he did like annoying the attendants, either by sticking his legs out in the aisle as they were coming up, or ordering a drink then changing his mind when they brought it to him. Which he did a lot.

They were just collecting their luggage from the luggage rack when they heard a familiar Irish voice behind them, calling their names. Harry groaned. Seamus. Who would undoubtedly want to take them out, something that Harry was not feeling up to right at this moment. Seamus bounced up and flung his arms around them, nearly knocking them over.

"Hello, boys! How was your honeymoon?"
"Great," replied Draco, trying to get free of Seamus's iron grip, which was usually impossible.
"What happened to your arm?" asked Seamus, pointing to Draco's arm, which was in plaster. Harry giggled.
"We were skiing in Switzerland when he saw a Muggle girl who'd broken her arm and all her friends were signing her plaster cast. Draco thought that looked like fun and decided to promptly try and break his arm. It was quite a spectacular fall, though, I got it on camera!" Draco scowled.
"I did *not* try and deliberately break my arm! I just can't ski!"
"What? The great, wonderful and all-round perfect Draco Malfoy, actually *bad* at something?" Seamus said in mock-horror. "Hang on, I think I remember seeing on the news that Hell has frozen over..." Draco thumped Seamus on the head with his plaster cast, which hurt Draco more than it hurt Seamus. Draco then decided to sulk. "Why didn't you heal it by magic, anyway?"
"'Cos he wanted a plaster cast for all his friends to sign," replied Harry.
"Got quite a few signatures then," said Seamus.
"Yeah, he asked everyone at the hotel. You'd be amazed at how many young women were vying for his signature. It was like being with a rock star." Draco still said nothing, arms folded, sulking.

"Hey, don't be like that, Draco! I know what'll cheer you up - a night out with me and Dean! We've got a new boyfriend and he has to meet everyone at some point..." Seamus started bouncing again. "He's really nice, and he's got a capacity for drink that can almost rival mine..."
"No, Seamus, we really want to go back home..." protested Draco, but Seamus, his arm still around Draco and Harry's shoulders, wasn't listening and propelled them forward to where Dean and their new bloke were waiting. He was tall, broad-shouldered and quite muscular, with purple spiked hair and a lot of piercings. Draco thought he recognised him, but he didn't know where he would have seen him.

"Hi guys!" said Dean, grinning. "Have a good time? What happened to your arm, Draco?"
"I fell over while skiing," Draco mumbled. Dean laughed.
"I wish I could have seen that! I haven't seen you be bad at anything! Apart from Quidditch when we were at school, that is."
"Ah, yes, the only flaw on my otherwise perfect character!" Draco gestured dramatically. "Sports are the bane of my existence! Sign my arm!"
"Show off!" joked Harry, sliding his arm around Draco's waist. "So, Seamus, who's your latest victim then?"
"Sorry, how rude of me to forget! Harry, Draco, this is Elliott!" So that's who it was! Elliott from Brighton! How sly of him to change his hair colour, thought Draco, feeling slightly guilty as he remembered that the last time he'd seen Elliott he'd had his tongue down Elliott's throat.
"We've met before," said Elliott, his eyes glinting. "And you still owe me a drink, Draco!"
"Er, yeah!" said Draco. "Um, I think we'd better get home, Harry, we've got to dump our stuff and," Draco gave a huge, fake yawn, "I'm tired!"
"You're not getting away that easily!" said Seamus, linking arms with Draco. Dean grabbed Harry's arm. "We want all the gossip from your honeymoon and we can gossip better over cocktails!"

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Harry woke up abruptly the next morning and groaned. He swore, not wanting to open his eyes just yet. He wondered briefly what the horrible thing in his mouth was, then realised it was his tongue. That's it, he decided. I'm never touching alcohol again. And that new cocktail dreamed up by Elliott had been lethal to say the least.

He couldn't remember much of the previous night. He remembered being totally prepared to hate Elliott, seeing as he had kissed Draco in Brighton, but Elliott was actually quite hard to dislike. He was a lot of fun to be around, more bouncy than Seamus if that was possible, and just as loud. He'd seemed more interested in Dean once he'd got his drink off Draco anyway, so Harry had begun to relax. And drunk way too much.

Harry felt hot breath and a tongue on the back of his neck. He smiled, turned over and opened his eyes. A huge black nose not unlike a double-barrelled shotgun was mere millimetres away from his eyes.

"AAAARGH!" he screamed, sitting bolt upright and scrambling as fast as he could down the other end of the bed. A cute black Labrador puppy stared at him for a moment, then bounded over to him and started licking his face. Harry tried to fend it off with one hand, the other wiping his face.

Harry heard a chuckle from the doorway and turned to see Draco watching him, leaning on the door frame.
"Draco, get this thing off me!" he demanded, as the puppy launched yet another tongue assault on his face.
"I see you've met Thor then. Isn't he adorable?" cooed Draco, picking him up and getting a face full of long pink tongue.

"Where the hell did he come from?"
"You don't remember? We found him. Well, it was mainly Seamus, but he said we could have him."
"You *found* him? Draco, this puppy's poor owners are probably frantic with worry looking for him!"
"I don't think so somehow," said Draco solemnly. "I don't think anyone ties a puppy up in a bin bag and throws him out by accident." He set Thor down, who started sniffing around. Harry looked at him for a moment.
"So nobody wanted you, boy?" he asked. At the sound of his voice Thor jumped up on the bed and started licking his face again. Draco laughed, and produced a ball from his pocket. He chucked it into another room. Thor bounced after it.

"You know, for a puppy whose been so recklessly abandoned by his owners, he seems pretty trusting."
"Yeah, well, you just need a certain sort of charm to deal with distressed animals."
"Draco, have you been using magic on that poor little puppy?" demanded Harry. Draco turned to face Harry, looking offended.
"Me? The great and fabulous Draco Malfoy, using magic on a poor, defenceless little puppy?"
"Draco, that cute and innocent tone isn't working..." began Harry, as Draco began trailing kisses down his body.
"Isn't it?" Draco looked up at Harry, raising one eyebrow.

"Draco!"
"All right," replied Draco, tracing patterns on Harry's chest with his finger. "We performed a little memory charm him so he'd forget his mistreatment. Well, I say we, Dean was the only one sober enough to actually perform the charm..."
"Do memory charms work on animals then?"
"Dean says there's a special branch of magic for use on animals. He works with them anyway, so he must know. Anyway, enough talk!" Draco began kissing Harry's chest again. Harry pulled Draco up and kissed him softly on the lips, then began nuzzling his neck.

Suddenly a cold, wet nose stuck itself in Harry's ear and the puppy's huge pink tongue assaulted his face again.
"That bloody dog!" moaned Harry, pushing him away. Draco giggled, his face buried in Harry's neck. Thor climbed up on Draco's back, settled down and promptly fell asleep.
"Cute, isn't he?" asked Draco. Harry, looking extremely annoyed, didn't answer.