Disclaimer: Harry, Draco, any JKR characters, not mine... Anything you recognise is not mine; I own nothing except the plot and The Closet, which is a shop I made up!
A/N: Okay, thank you for all the reviews! Here is the terribly written chapter, try not to wrinkle your nose in disgust as you read it! Thank-you to the reviewer who suggested Floo Powder, but I was wondering about any other ways wizards can travel, because its not very likely that there'll be a Floo Powder grate at Kings Cross, but if there is... tell me where, now!
Hotel Marco Polo - Chapter Two.
"Draco," said Harry, sounding more than a little impatient, "You do NOT need three pairs of sunglasses."
The blonde haired boy looked at the sunglasses closely, and then put two pairs back on the rack.
"I know, I know," he replied. "But I want to look my best on holiday!"
Harry grinned. "Why," he said in a teasing manner. "Are you expecting Pansy to be in Italy?"
Draco glared at Harry and said in a very edgy voice "Harry, first of all, if I were straight, I would not like PANSY, for chrissakes!"
"What?!" said Harry, looking very alarmed.
"Why, you thinking of changing sides for her?" asked Draco, looking even MORE startled than Harry did.
"No, not that, you idiot!" said Harry, a grin creeping across his face. "I just... didn't know you were gay, that's all!"
"Oh! Well, since you are too, I didn't think you'd have a problem with it," said Draco.
"No, I don't. Come on, I'm starving, let's grab some food!"
The two boys walked around, looking for a good place to eat, and settled in a little café. They queued up, (it was a self service café), and when they finally got to the food, Harry grabbed a Steak and Kidney pie, and Draco exclaimed, "You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"
Harry looked at him weirdly. "No," he answered sardonically, "I'm just going to stare at it... why?"
"It's an animal!" cried Draco, despairingly. "You can't eat it!"
But Harry did, and, giving him a glare, took a vegetable pasta. They got two Pepsis, and sat down.
The conversation at the table was mostly about what they had bought. The two had gotten up early, and got Floo Powder to a wizard pub near to a shopping centre, and walked the short distance. They'd bought sun cream, insect repellent, rubber rings (A/N: heehee :)) amongst other things, and the only thing left... was clothes.
The boys finished their lunch, paid, and wondered around aimlessly for a while, looking in shop windows. Finally, they decided to look into a shop called "United Colours of Bennetton", and Draco debated whether to buy a tee shirt sporting the shop's motto, which was, very originally, the shop title. But, after much consideration (Draco was very fussy about clothes, as it turned out) NOT to buy one, as he thought they were too common. They left, getting dirty looks from the shop assistant who had been looking at them expectantly, as if they HAD to buy something, just to please her.
The next shop that Draco and Harry went into was called The Closet, and although they found nothing in it, as they walked out, Draco made Harry stop as he said
"Hey... guess what!"
"What?" asked Harry, while Draco grinned, looking rather stupid.
"We're coming out of the closet!" Harry gave Draco a look, but laughed anyway.
In the next few shops, they were more successful, both Harry and Draco got some tops in Gap, and Harry got a pair of jeans in Diesel. The next shop they entered was House of Fraser, and they looked for swimming trunks. (A/N: Draco in trunks!!) Harry picked up a pair of red ones, Draco black, and the headed for the changing rooms.
"What do you think?" called out Draco, five minutes later.
"Er... I'm not sure," came back Harry's voice, sounding unconvinced.
"Come on out and have a look in the main mirror then," replied Draco. Draco, of course, had already decided that he liked his, so he unlocked the changing-room door, and stepped out.
"It's horrible, isn't it?" asked Harry, biting his lip and looking self-conscious.
"No, you look fine!" Draco insisted, looking Harry up and down. More than fine, he looks amazing, thought Draco.
After much deliberation, Harry bought the shorts, and Draco purchased his shorts and a tee shirt bearing the words "COOL AS FCUK".
Two shops, three tee shirts, one pair of jeans and a pair of shorts later, Draco was complaining about his feet, so they walked back to the pub, and took Floo to the mansion. They spent the time they had before dinner packing, and laughing about their trip.
"Do you remember when we walked into Diesel" said Draco, starting to laugh, "and you didn't know your jean size, and the camp guy goes 33 waist, 35 length, without even looking at you?"
Harry grinned too, replying "And he was right!"
They packed their clothes, and then went down to dinner, telling Narcissa about the outing. Halfway through his meal, however, Harry spat out a mouthful, and cried "Oh no! We can't go! My passport needs renewing, and Draco hasn't got one!"
Draco looked at Harry in horror, but when Harry looked at Narcissa, she was smiling.
"Don't worry," she said, in a reassuring sort of voice. "I've got Draco a passport, and if you go get me yours, I change all of the necessary details."
Harry looked anxious still, but nodded and finished his dinner.
Later that night, when Narcissa had changed the renewal date on Harry's passport, and the two boys had packed, the three of them sat playing cards.
"Rummy!" cried Draco, for the fourth time in a row.
"You know, Draco" Harry complained, "I'm sure you're cheating!"
Draco smiled at Harry, making his stomach turn flops, "They are bewitched, you can't cheat. I," he continued, looking important, "am just greatly skilled."
Harry glared back, trying to hide a smile.
"I'm bored," said Narcissa, throwing down her cards. "Don't start dealing again... I just need to go get something."
Five minutes later, she was back, carrying a packet of something. She emptied the packet, and lots of brightly coloured counters fell onto the card tale.
"Let's play poker!"
"I know!" cried Draco, in the manner of one who had just made a great discovery, "let's play Strip poker!"
"No." said Narcissa, flatly. "No way."
"Aww..." whined Draco, sounding as though he were three years old. But still Narcissa refused.
The three played normal poker, with Harry winning more often than not, and by the time everyone was so exhausted they could barely make out their cards, Harry had around 80 of the one hundred cards.
"I'm absolutely shattered," Harry said.
"Yeah, so am I," replied Draco.
The two said goodnight to Narcissa, and headed up to Draco's bedroom. Harry undressed, climbed into his bed, and smiled. This was definitely the best summer ever.
~*~
And there you go. Sorry this chapter was so bad, but... please review and I'll continue ASAP!
A/N: Okay, thank you for all the reviews! Here is the terribly written chapter, try not to wrinkle your nose in disgust as you read it! Thank-you to the reviewer who suggested Floo Powder, but I was wondering about any other ways wizards can travel, because its not very likely that there'll be a Floo Powder grate at Kings Cross, but if there is... tell me where, now!
Hotel Marco Polo - Chapter Two.
"Draco," said Harry, sounding more than a little impatient, "You do NOT need three pairs of sunglasses."
The blonde haired boy looked at the sunglasses closely, and then put two pairs back on the rack.
"I know, I know," he replied. "But I want to look my best on holiday!"
Harry grinned. "Why," he said in a teasing manner. "Are you expecting Pansy to be in Italy?"
Draco glared at Harry and said in a very edgy voice "Harry, first of all, if I were straight, I would not like PANSY, for chrissakes!"
"What?!" said Harry, looking very alarmed.
"Why, you thinking of changing sides for her?" asked Draco, looking even MORE startled than Harry did.
"No, not that, you idiot!" said Harry, a grin creeping across his face. "I just... didn't know you were gay, that's all!"
"Oh! Well, since you are too, I didn't think you'd have a problem with it," said Draco.
"No, I don't. Come on, I'm starving, let's grab some food!"
The two boys walked around, looking for a good place to eat, and settled in a little café. They queued up, (it was a self service café), and when they finally got to the food, Harry grabbed a Steak and Kidney pie, and Draco exclaimed, "You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"
Harry looked at him weirdly. "No," he answered sardonically, "I'm just going to stare at it... why?"
"It's an animal!" cried Draco, despairingly. "You can't eat it!"
But Harry did, and, giving him a glare, took a vegetable pasta. They got two Pepsis, and sat down.
The conversation at the table was mostly about what they had bought. The two had gotten up early, and got Floo Powder to a wizard pub near to a shopping centre, and walked the short distance. They'd bought sun cream, insect repellent, rubber rings (A/N: heehee :)) amongst other things, and the only thing left... was clothes.
The boys finished their lunch, paid, and wondered around aimlessly for a while, looking in shop windows. Finally, they decided to look into a shop called "United Colours of Bennetton", and Draco debated whether to buy a tee shirt sporting the shop's motto, which was, very originally, the shop title. But, after much consideration (Draco was very fussy about clothes, as it turned out) NOT to buy one, as he thought they were too common. They left, getting dirty looks from the shop assistant who had been looking at them expectantly, as if they HAD to buy something, just to please her.
The next shop that Draco and Harry went into was called The Closet, and although they found nothing in it, as they walked out, Draco made Harry stop as he said
"Hey... guess what!"
"What?" asked Harry, while Draco grinned, looking rather stupid.
"We're coming out of the closet!" Harry gave Draco a look, but laughed anyway.
In the next few shops, they were more successful, both Harry and Draco got some tops in Gap, and Harry got a pair of jeans in Diesel. The next shop they entered was House of Fraser, and they looked for swimming trunks. (A/N: Draco in trunks!!) Harry picked up a pair of red ones, Draco black, and the headed for the changing rooms.
"What do you think?" called out Draco, five minutes later.
"Er... I'm not sure," came back Harry's voice, sounding unconvinced.
"Come on out and have a look in the main mirror then," replied Draco. Draco, of course, had already decided that he liked his, so he unlocked the changing-room door, and stepped out.
"It's horrible, isn't it?" asked Harry, biting his lip and looking self-conscious.
"No, you look fine!" Draco insisted, looking Harry up and down. More than fine, he looks amazing, thought Draco.
After much deliberation, Harry bought the shorts, and Draco purchased his shorts and a tee shirt bearing the words "COOL AS FCUK".
Two shops, three tee shirts, one pair of jeans and a pair of shorts later, Draco was complaining about his feet, so they walked back to the pub, and took Floo to the mansion. They spent the time they had before dinner packing, and laughing about their trip.
"Do you remember when we walked into Diesel" said Draco, starting to laugh, "and you didn't know your jean size, and the camp guy goes 33 waist, 35 length, without even looking at you?"
Harry grinned too, replying "And he was right!"
They packed their clothes, and then went down to dinner, telling Narcissa about the outing. Halfway through his meal, however, Harry spat out a mouthful, and cried "Oh no! We can't go! My passport needs renewing, and Draco hasn't got one!"
Draco looked at Harry in horror, but when Harry looked at Narcissa, she was smiling.
"Don't worry," she said, in a reassuring sort of voice. "I've got Draco a passport, and if you go get me yours, I change all of the necessary details."
Harry looked anxious still, but nodded and finished his dinner.
Later that night, when Narcissa had changed the renewal date on Harry's passport, and the two boys had packed, the three of them sat playing cards.
"Rummy!" cried Draco, for the fourth time in a row.
"You know, Draco" Harry complained, "I'm sure you're cheating!"
Draco smiled at Harry, making his stomach turn flops, "They are bewitched, you can't cheat. I," he continued, looking important, "am just greatly skilled."
Harry glared back, trying to hide a smile.
"I'm bored," said Narcissa, throwing down her cards. "Don't start dealing again... I just need to go get something."
Five minutes later, she was back, carrying a packet of something. She emptied the packet, and lots of brightly coloured counters fell onto the card tale.
"Let's play poker!"
"I know!" cried Draco, in the manner of one who had just made a great discovery, "let's play Strip poker!"
"No." said Narcissa, flatly. "No way."
"Aww..." whined Draco, sounding as though he were three years old. But still Narcissa refused.
The three played normal poker, with Harry winning more often than not, and by the time everyone was so exhausted they could barely make out their cards, Harry had around 80 of the one hundred cards.
"I'm absolutely shattered," Harry said.
"Yeah, so am I," replied Draco.
The two said goodnight to Narcissa, and headed up to Draco's bedroom. Harry undressed, climbed into his bed, and smiled. This was definitely the best summer ever.
~*~
And there you go. Sorry this chapter was so bad, but... please review and I'll continue ASAP!