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Word Count: 343
Title: Beach Life
Note: AU! Draco is disowned and travels the world, until he meets surfer Harry. MuggleAU
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Beta: Aya Diefair
Hogwarts
Assignment 4: Poetry Studies: The Romantics: Task #3: Write about someone free-spirited.
The small hotel room was decorated in indigo—the wallpaper was indigo with intricate patterns in gold that looked like vines. The bedding was indigo, and from Draco's vantage he could see it shimmer like velvet. He doubted it was true velvet, however. Ever since Draco had been disowned for being gay, he had loved travelling all over the world. This little hotel wasn't fancy, but it was a roof over his head, and he was within walking distance from the ocean.
He stopped taking in the details of the room, as the colour was so solid it was making his head hurt, and decided to look out the window onto the beach instead. He spotted a tanned man with a surfboard of emerald green, and Draco couldn't make out much more than his jet-black hair that looked like it was being tousled by the breeze as he walked towards the water.
With Draco's upbringing, he found it hard to let loose, but the man that just got onto the surfboard looked like he knew exactly how to have a good time and let loose. Nervously, Draco changed into something a little less formal, and made his way onto the beach, locking his door behind him. Force of habit, he supposed, he had nothing that was really worth stealing.
Draco kicked off his sandals, letting the soft beach sand squish between his toes, and let out a sigh. He wouldn't mind staying here forever, just the sand and the waves of the ocean kissing the shore.
He watched the handsome man he saw through the window earlier walk out of the water, the sun making the droplets of water shimmer on his chest, and the man shook his jet-black hair, making Draco feel weak in the knees.
"Hey there," the man said. "Are you new around here?"
"Yes, I'm Draco," he said, holding out a hand. The man laughed, wiping a hand on a towel he grabbed nearby before shaking Draco's hand.
"Welcome Draco," he said. "I'm Harry; it's a pleasure to meet you."