Worlds Away
Chapter Three
Harry stepped gracefully out of the fireplace and found himself in a storage room. Apparently he'd had a lot more Floo practice in this life. Harry brushed some ash out of his hair.
"This doesn't look like a resort. It looks like a wine cellar somewhere." Harry told Draco.
"It's the resort's food storage room. This resort is both Wizard and Muggle. I have to come through here to keep people from knowing I'm a wizard." Draco responded.
"Makes sense." Harry said, rubbing his arm. "But I don't see how sunburn and sand will cure muscle cramps."
"Watch and learn." Draco replied with a wink.
Harry rolled his eyes. 'This better be good.' he thought.
"Ditch your robe." Draco told him while removing his cloak.
"Huh?" Harry said. "Oh… right. Muggles."
Harry tossed his robe into the corner and followed Draco out the door. They found themselves in a large kitchen. It was uninhabited due to the time of day. Breakfast was finished and it was too early for lunch. They exited the kitchen and found themselves in a casino. Bright lights and loud noises assaulted Harry's senses. He had never seen a casino, in this world or any other.
"Your father owns this?" Harry said, astonished.
"Not anymore." Draco replied. "He was the original founder, but decided to give it up through boredom. But Mr. Kingsley is a very nice guy. He lets me, mom dad or any of our other friends stay here. Free of charge. "
Harry felt a smirk come onto the corner of his face. He was picturing Kingsley Shacklebolt from the Order running a casino. It just had to be someone else.
"Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Potter!" A familiar voice rang. "Welcome welcome! What brings you all to my humble dwelling?"
Harry's jaw dropped slightly. Kingsley Shacklebolt was wearing a bright purple suit, complete with a top hat. He even was wearing purple shoes. His hat had a large eagle feather sticking out of its band. Kingsley was sporting a black walking stick with a large, round diamond on top. With all the jewelry Kingsley was wearing, he presumed the diamond was real.
"Hello again Mr. Kingsley. We were stopping by to find something to cure muscle aches!" Draco replied with equal enthusiasm.
Harry managed to close his jaw.
"Hello." Harry managed.
"Well then Mr. Malfoy. I know where you can find such relief. If you two would follow me." Kingsley responded.
Kingsley made an about face and guided them through a seemingly endless series of corridors and staircases.
"This is the place. I hope to see you two again." Kingsley announced. "I'd love to stay, but business beckons. Send my greetings to Lucius."
"Will do." Draco replied. "See you around."
"So what's this big secret Drake?" Harry asked, using his nickname for his best friend. "Why are we here?"
"My dear friend, have you ever heard of a hot tub?" Draco asked him.
"Yeah. Small pools filed with hot water. Muggles use them, right?" Harry replied.
"Very good potter. Ten points to Slytherin. But have you ever been in one?" Draco said with a grin
"No."
"And therein lies the problem. Come with me, and you will have the time of your life!" Draco promised.
How could he refuse? It was his best friend asking after all.