A/N: For siriusfanatica, who wanted to see a Luxury cruise. I apologize for the lateness, but the holidays have been kicking my butt. :P More drabbles are on the way, and the whole project should resume Normal Operating Schedule after the holidays.

Draco gripped the railing and tried not to heave his breakfast over the side. This was an absolutely batty idea. He had known it would be nothing but trouble since he stepped on this floating death trap two days ago. They hit a patch of rough water and he gripped harder as his stomach turned.

Lucius, however, was having the best time of his life.

Lying out in the sun (with loads of sun block on of course, to prevent skin damage) and sipping alcoholic beverages all day long whilst cruising around the Mediterranean Sea had been a wonderful idea, and surprisingly, it hadn't been his.

Cissa had wanted to do something romantic and fun for her birthday, and a cruise had seemed prefect. Lucius had agreed, and was all ready to go when something unfortunate happened.

Draco came home for the summer.

Lucius had sighed and gotten him a ticket, knowing full well he didn't want to go to Camp Merlin again, where they had left him almost every single summer he'd been alive. He hadn't known Draco would get seasick though, and had to keep moving farther away from him on the deck, as the retching sounds were disturbing his sunbathing.

He took another sip of his Mai-Tai and closed his eyes, relishing the feel of the sun on his skin.

"Father? I don't feel so well." Draco stepped in front of Lucius, blocking his sun.

"Go down to the cabin and take one of those Muggle pill things, son. That woman said they would help." Draco scoffed.

"I nearly choked to death on the last one. I refuse to do it again!" Lucius grunted in frustration and was contemplating whether or not Cissa would be angry if the boy 'accidentally' took a portkey to Camp Merlin when another unfortunate thing happened.

Draco gripped his stomach and promptly vomited all over his father.

Lucius wrinkled his nose in disgust and thought to himself: 'so much for luxury.'