Chapter Two
The Lobby
Draco Malfoy sat in a poufy arm chair in the Paradise Island Hotel lobby, silently sulking. This wasn't the first time his parents had dragged him along on some stupid family trip. Looking over at his father, who was impatiently arguing with the hotel manager about room prices, it appeared to Draco that Lucius didn't much like holidaying with Muggles either. This time it was Priscilla Malfoy's idea, she's the one in love with Hawaii. If it was up to Draco, he would have just stayed at Malfoy Manor and conjured up a beach scene, if that was what he desired.
Shifting his weight in the chair, Draco turned to examine the lobby more closely. If I'm going to be here for a month, I might as well see what I've got, he thought.
Draco hated to admit it, but for a Muggle establishment, the Paradise Island Hotel was really quite nice. The lobby was decorated to look like the island outside, with real palm trees and fountains and paintings of sunsets and bright blue oceans. There were many other poufy armchairs like the one Draco was sitting in. Draco's happened to be sea green, but there were also deep blue, sky blue, sunset orange and red. Off to his left, he spotted a sign pointing down that said "Breakfast Lounge", and pointing up there was a sign that said "Bar". Hmm, a bar, Draco thought with a slight smile. That will come in handy, since I'll definitely need to escape this place sometimes.
Returning his gaze to the front desk, he saw his father tell the manager "Thank you", and walk away with a smile. By the looks of it, his father had modified the man's memory to think that the prices were half off this month. The Muggle waved and grinned toothily. "Merry Christmas!" he yelled to Lucius Malfoy's back. Draco smirked. Stupid Muggles.
"Come along Draco." Lucius' drawl echoed in the marble lobby. "The manager said our things will be delivered to our rooms shortly."
"Our rooms?" Draco replied, not sure that he had heard right.
Lucius stared coldly at his son.
"Your mother seems to think you deserve your own room this time." In two long strides, the elder Malfoy had reached Draco. With his face inches from his son's, he said, "If it was up to me, you'd be sleeping with us, on our bathroom floor. Your mother, however, persuaded me to let you be by yourself, against my better judgment. If I find out that you've kept whores, or anything else of the sort," Lucius paused dramatically. "That night will be your last sexual experience." Lucius pushed a key into his son's chest, turned on his heel, and walked away.
The key clattered to the floor. Draco let out a deep breath. That was no empty threat to castrate him, that was a promise, and it wasn't the first time he'd heard it.
Draco picked up the key. Room 348. Looking around, he didn't find any stairs, but instead saw a sign that pointed to a shiny metal door. "Elevator", it said. Not wishing to ask a Muggle for help, he walked over to the door and stared at it, wondering if it was supposed to just open. To his surprise, the door did open, right as he thought it. Must be a sensor or something, he thought. His thoughts came to an abrupt stop, however, when he saw who was on the other side of the elevator door.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.
The Lobby
Draco Malfoy sat in a poufy arm chair in the Paradise Island Hotel lobby, silently sulking. This wasn't the first time his parents had dragged him along on some stupid family trip. Looking over at his father, who was impatiently arguing with the hotel manager about room prices, it appeared to Draco that Lucius didn't much like holidaying with Muggles either. This time it was Priscilla Malfoy's idea, she's the one in love with Hawaii. If it was up to Draco, he would have just stayed at Malfoy Manor and conjured up a beach scene, if that was what he desired.
Shifting his weight in the chair, Draco turned to examine the lobby more closely. If I'm going to be here for a month, I might as well see what I've got, he thought.
Draco hated to admit it, but for a Muggle establishment, the Paradise Island Hotel was really quite nice. The lobby was decorated to look like the island outside, with real palm trees and fountains and paintings of sunsets and bright blue oceans. There were many other poufy armchairs like the one Draco was sitting in. Draco's happened to be sea green, but there were also deep blue, sky blue, sunset orange and red. Off to his left, he spotted a sign pointing down that said "Breakfast Lounge", and pointing up there was a sign that said "Bar". Hmm, a bar, Draco thought with a slight smile. That will come in handy, since I'll definitely need to escape this place sometimes.
Returning his gaze to the front desk, he saw his father tell the manager "Thank you", and walk away with a smile. By the looks of it, his father had modified the man's memory to think that the prices were half off this month. The Muggle waved and grinned toothily. "Merry Christmas!" he yelled to Lucius Malfoy's back. Draco smirked. Stupid Muggles.
"Come along Draco." Lucius' drawl echoed in the marble lobby. "The manager said our things will be delivered to our rooms shortly."
"Our rooms?" Draco replied, not sure that he had heard right.
Lucius stared coldly at his son.
"Your mother seems to think you deserve your own room this time." In two long strides, the elder Malfoy had reached Draco. With his face inches from his son's, he said, "If it was up to me, you'd be sleeping with us, on our bathroom floor. Your mother, however, persuaded me to let you be by yourself, against my better judgment. If I find out that you've kept whores, or anything else of the sort," Lucius paused dramatically. "That night will be your last sexual experience." Lucius pushed a key into his son's chest, turned on his heel, and walked away.
The key clattered to the floor. Draco let out a deep breath. That was no empty threat to castrate him, that was a promise, and it wasn't the first time he'd heard it.
Draco picked up the key. Room 348. Looking around, he didn't find any stairs, but instead saw a sign that pointed to a shiny metal door. "Elevator", it said. Not wishing to ask a Muggle for help, he walked over to the door and stared at it, wondering if it was supposed to just open. To his surprise, the door did open, right as he thought it. Must be a sensor or something, he thought. His thoughts came to an abrupt stop, however, when he saw who was on the other side of the elevator door.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.