Oh lord, I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get another chapter up. I just hope you all you guys are still reading and haven't given up on me.

To answer a question I've been asked several times – I lived in the US until about six years ago, and now I live in England. I'm sorry for my crossing of slang – I know I use British slang a lot for Harry. I'm actually looking to expand on that in future chapters, showing Draco's influence.

39. Anarchy in the UK

As the pilot informed them they were currently flying at 30,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean, it occurred to Draco that, in the past six months, he'd flown more than he ever had in the previous eighteen years. Flying between London Heathrow and JFK seemed to be a part of his life now.

He turned to look at Harry, who, in turn, was staring out the window, a look of absolute wonderment plastered on his face, which had been there since they'd flown over Connecticut.

"Dray, look. We're actually flying through the clouds!" he exclaimed, his green eyes shining with excitement.

Draco smiled and twined his fingers through Harry's. "You'd think you've never been on a plane before."

Harry shrugged. "I haven't. My family holidays consist of a beach house in Florida and two weeks of burning sun by the Gulf of Mexico. Spend most of the time in the sea."

"You've just filled my head with all sorts of wonderful images."

"How? How does my family at the beach give you any kind of good thoughts?"

"In my mind your family aren't there. But you in the sun in shorts, your hairy all damp from the sea…those are all very good thoughts."

Harry rolled his eyes and lightly slapped Draco's thigh. "Please, try and behave yourself until we get off the plane."

"But I'm so bored," whined the blond boy, bouncing slightly in his seat. "And we don't get off the plane for hours!"

"Draco, you have the attention span of a goldfish with ADD. Watch a film or read a book or listen to your pea-pod thing."

Draco frowned, his blue eyes confused. "Pea-pod?"

"You know!"

"Harry, I really, really don't."

"That fancy little white thing with all the songs on that you flashed in my face this morning," Harry explained, gesticulating with his hands.

Draco's frown melted and inside he smiled, before chuckling. "You mean my I-Pod?"

"Yea, that's what I said!"

"No, dear, you said pea-pod. In no way is a pod of peas similar to this amazing piece of engineering."

Harry pulled his hand away from Draco's and crossed his arms over his chest, putting on his sulky face.

"You don't have to be so patronising," he muttered.

Draco ran his thumb across Harry's bottom lip and kissed him gently. "I'm sorry. But it's pretty funny."

"Hmm," Harry grunted in response.

"You know, if you don't cheer up and get rid of Mr. Pouty there on your bottom lip, I may not be able to control myself. I may be forced to take you roughly in that economy bathroom that has just been vacated by the guy with severe motion sickness."

Harry grimaced slightly, and then smiled at Draco. "I'm cheery. But I'm also tired. So please occupy yourself while I sleep."

Draco groaned. "Fine, but you totally owe me when we get to London."

"I know I do," Harry yawned. "Whatever you so desire."

Harry laid his head on Draco's chest and clasped one of the blond's hands in his, lightly kissing the knuckles. Draco gently stroked Harry's unruly black hair and leant his head back, smiling to himself.

As the plane touched down in London, Harry awoke with a start at the jolting motion.

"We're here," Draco murmured.

Harry nodded and sat up, stretching out his arms, before gathering his stuff and pulling on his black hooded jumper. He watched as Draco stood up and took both of their bags from the overhead storage compartment and handed Harry's to him.

"Thanks."

"Come on then," Draco smiled.

Harry stood up slowly and stretched again, his legs and back stiff. He followed Draco from the plane in silence, and remained quiet as they made their way through passport control and to baggage claim.

Draco took Harry's hand a squeezed it lightly. "Hey, you okay?"

Harry nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've gone very, very quiet. It's unnerving."

"I'm fine. It's just…"

"Just what?" Draco coaxed.

"What if your mum doesn't like me?"

The blond laughed and pulled Harry into a hug, kissing his forehead. "Is that what you're worried about? My mum will love you. She'll probably want to keep you and send me back."

"Yes, but what if she doesn't?"

"If she doesn't then so what? I don't choose whom I date based on whether or not my mother likes them. If she doesn't like you, it doesn't change the fact that I really, really do. 'Kay?"

Harry smiled. "Yea."

"Good. Now, where the hell are our bags?"

I'm sure my chapters are getting shorter and worse. Next chapter (which won't take 2 months to write, I promise) will involve Harry meeting Narcissa.

If any of you are fans of ER or Charmed – I've got an ER story in progress at the moment called "The Quiet Things that no one ever knows" – which is a pretty Ray-centric fic, and a Charmed story called "Little Women". Please check those out too.

Can I also just say thanks to everyone that has reviewed. I'm now aiming for 1000+ reviews, and I realised this means I need to update more regularly, which I plan to do. So please review and try and get my numbers up.

Thank you.