Title: Festivities
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakukoyahoo.de
Beta-Reader: JamesMarsters15
Dedication: To Luthien82, because somehow I had to think of her :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: SS/RL, HP/DM, GrW/HG
Rating: PG
Genre/s: Romance
Summary: Three days of festivities.
A/N: Inspired by (and written at) the Vienna Donauinselfest 2005.

Sunday

"If I had wanted rain, I could have went to Wimbledon," Severus groused, shooting Remus a scowl, water dripping from his nose.

"I'm sorry," Remus said. "At least, it isn't cold."

Severus only scowled harder. He was dripping and couldn't see the difference between wet and cold and wet and hot. "Tell me again why we can't use rain-repelling charms, please," he asked.

"Vienna is a non-magical city and we don't want to draw attention?" Remus said weakly, wilting under the resulting glare. "Why don't you wear one of these raincoats like me, Sev?"

'Dog Days,' it said.

"No, thanks."

Saturday

"Oh my God, it's hot," Draco groaned, reeking of too much sun milk. "Compared to this sauna, the beach-volleyball world championships in Berlin must feel like hell frozen over."

Harry chuckled. "Why don't we refresh ourselves, then?" he said, eyes taking on a sly glint.

"Ice-cream?" Draco asked hopefully.

"No. Let's go swimming."

"Swimming," Draco repeated, raising a brow. "Where?"

"There," Harry pointed.

Draco's eyes followed Harry's finger, growing wide. "In the river? Are you mad?"

"Why? The Danube is very clean. You could even drink it." Harry pulled off his shirt.

"Eww," Draco said emphatically. "And drinking? Double ewwww!"

Friday

"It's great!" cried George, jumping up and down to the sound of Kate Ryan.

"Who's late?" asked Hermione back loudly, brushing a frizzy lock of hair back. "We came alone!"

George frowned. "I don't have my phone with me, no!"

"You want to go?"

George chuckled, realising that they didn't understand each other. Well, it was rather loud after all. "Kinky," he said, "but no, every go-go show will be a private one."

Hermione laughed. "I don't understand a single word!" she yelled into George's ear.

"Me, neither," he cried back, "but it's great!"

"You want to go to bed?"