The airport at the other side was much more luxury than Heathrow but Harry and his classmates were eager to leave. All of them wondering what Thailand was going to be like, only one - Hannah Abbot - had ever been before. For a lot of the Pureblood families none of them had ever been anywhere before, so this was the first time for nearly all the Slytherins. Harry included, he was as excited as a little child despite the fact that he was rooming with Draco. For the entire last two hours of the journey, their only communication was hateful glares from Malfoy every time Harry moved, as if he was going to find every excuse to touch Malfoy. Thankfully though, the journey didn't take too long and they were all strapping their seatbelts on and sitting with their foot rests up, ready for the landing. Harry had got the chance to laugh at Malfoy as he spent the entire trip down panicking because his stomach felt like it was going to come out his throat. Harry had relished in the feeling, reminding him of a roller coaster ride that the Dursleys had once taken him on because no one could look after him.

The plane touched down on the grey runway with three minutes to spare and a lot of the Wizards on the plane jumped up as soon as they could, breathing deeply and clutching one another, genuinely afraid for their lives. A sandy haired boy came up alongside Harry grinning sheepishly, followed by another tall boy with a similar expression.
"Harry!" They grinned at him.
"Oh no." Malfoy ended his silencing charm and looked at them with disgust, "This is the kind of people you chose as friends. What a waste."
"Just because your jealous, Malfoy," Dean said with a look of contempt.
"Yeah, we're sorry that your little display earlier wasn't enough to win the 'Golden Boys' affection." Seamus sneered, it was a lopsided sneer but none the less, Harry knew a Slytherin would be proud of it.
"Guys," Harry sighed, "Don't irritate him too much... I have to share a room with him for the next week." Seamus and Dean looked a little put out since they weren't allowed to continue with their games, but they still stopped, falling silent. Malfoy gave him the strangest of looks and Harry threw up his hands against the suspicious gaze. "Hey. Purely selfish reasons, I would love to watch them piss you off usually."

Malfoy pushed them all out of the way without so much as a word and slouched off to find Pansy and Blaise, anything for a little bit of intelligent company. Not that he was likely to get much with simpering Pansy tagging along but at least the Italian may provide some decent conversation. Maybe.

Harry sighed and followed his friends off the plane, he had no desire to stay in the same room as a rather moody Malfoy, that was why he had called off the attack from Seamus and Dean, but also, there was something else. He hadn't particularly wanted to argue with Malfoy, not because he knew he would get tired of it by the second day, but because he didn't want to make Malfoy angry. It just seemed pointless.

The wait for bags at the other end was long as all the students kept 'accidently' charming one another's bags to look like a different persons. Several muggles tried to take the wrong bags because Dean had swapped Harry's luggage label with one of an old couples who were thoroughly shocked when the raven haired teen had barged through them demanding they give him his luggage back. Seamus had fell about laughing while Harry had tried to explain to them that it was his, not theirs. The old Lady hit Harry around the head very hard with her crocodile skinned handbag. "You know... that old lady looks like an old, wrinkled Rita Skeeter!" Dean giggled into his hand, leaning heavily on his best friend for fear of falling over.
"Look! There is your luggage! I am perfectly sure that you don't have a trunk full of 18 year old boys clothes. Put your glasses on Grandma!" Harry yelled, sounding more like Malfoy as he tugged the zip to show the contents, 2 pairs of dobby made socks fell to the floor.
"Goodness, no! As if I would have a pair of socks that revolting!" The old woman sniffed and they eventually gave up when they spotted their real luggage rattling around alone on the conveyer belt.

Making sure to smack Seamus and Dean on his way back over to them, Harry dragged his trunk with the socks stuffed back inside along the carpeted floor as the Gryffindors ran to catch up with the shuffling group of students.
"Harry?" Dean said with a sly smile that a Slytherin would have been proud of.
"Yes?" Harry answered warily.
"We saw you, you know. Around the time that you were in a rather... compromising position, shall we call it?" Seamus gave his best Cheshire Cat impression.
"Oh, uh. That." Harry blushed, he didn't know how to answer. It hadn't been his fault that Malfoy had fallen from the arms of the chair because he was too impatient to wait for Harry to move. Though truthfully, Harry just couldn't be bothered so Malfoy would have had to climb over anyway. Neither of them could have predicted the disaster that happened.
"yes, that." Ginny came over, grinning from ear to ear at Harry's obvious discomfort. "ah, I love it when you blush. It's so cute!" She teased.
"Watch it Potter..." Dean smiled, putting a possessive arm around Ginny. "You had your chance, no fair if you come and steal her now. You already did that once! And anyway, it seems you found something that you prefer. Something that seems to Slytherin all the right places for you." Seamus choked as Dean finished his sentence, even kind old Neville joined in the cackling at Harry's expense and Harry himself had to laugh a bit, for fear of turning purple with the deepest form of embarrassment. It wasn't even as if they had been doing anything properly, that would have been awful. Also, instead of teasing him, the Gryffindors would have been ignoring him for betraying them. Not that he wanted anything to happen. At all. Maybe.

Draco glanced back from the front of the group to see where all the irritating noise was coming from. Potter, he should have known. It was always like the raven haired git to spoil Draco's happy mood. And why shouldn't he be happy? He had finally got to stretch his gloriously stiff legs after a plane journey made to feel longer by the lack of decent conversation, and was in a decidedly good mood because Pansy and Blaise had finally decided to come up for air after one of their 'sessions'. He didn't need another one of the golden gang's joy moments. The golden trio weren't all here, only the part that made it golden. Granger and Weasley had probably gone for the honeymoon period, leaving poor Potter to fend for himself against his many admirers. Draco was sooo not looking forward to sharing a room with Potter for an entire week. No way in hell was he going to put up with this without protest.
He glanced at Professor McGonagall who was surveying the students with a stern frown, the only expression she ever seemed to wear when looking at anyone these days. Okay, Draco thought, maybe just silent protest, like being extra horrible to Potter when he felt like it.

Yes, they had called a truce, but that didn't include being forced together for an entire week, in the same room.
"Draco! Are you even listening to me? Honestly! We come up for air and you go under! Pay attention!" Pansy smacked Draco hard on the back of his head.
"Bitch! Watch the hair! What?"
"I was trying to talk to you! So, what the hell happened on the metal bird-y thing? You looked pretty comfortable. Thank goodness I know that it was just the silver birds fault or else that would worry me, darling."
"Pansy. That isn't funny. It was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life!" Draco squealed, trying desperately not to get horrible images of Potter's face pressed so close to his own.
"Come on Draco, man up. It was pretty funny, you caused a freaking riot on the plane!" Blaise grinned.
"PLANE!" Pansy squealed, "That's what it's called!"
Draco rolled his eyes and brushed them off grumbling "Guys... let it go. I slipped."
"Oops." Blaise winked. Pansy linked her arm through the blonde boy's and smirked at him.

It only took half an hour for all of the students to get loaded onto a coach, presumably magical because on the outside, it looked like a mini-van, however, the inside looked like a cinema (not that many of the Hogwarts students knew what one was), with rows and rows of seats all arranged with little aisles. McGonagall was even handing out seat numbers to each of the students as they went past her into the car. Flitwick sat at the front, his little legs not even dangling off the end of the seat and a book pressed to his nose. Sprout sat, once again, next to Neville with a plant dictionary in Neville's hands, he was handling it as if it were the bible. McGonagall, in her emerald tracksuit, after finishing handing out the seat numbers, sat up front with the driver, deep in conversation about the ministry of magic for Thailand.

Harry and Seamus made their way to their seats, Dean was saying a long goodbye to Ginny that neither the Irish boy or the Golden boy wished to witness, and sat down, luckily they were near each other so Harry could pretend that he didn't notice the blonde hair out of the corner of his eye as someone sat next to him with an irritated huff.
"So, Harry, now that you can't do quidditch so you can't be biased due to houses either, who do you think has the best chance of winning the quidditch cup? Since us 8th years don't really have a house anymore?" Seamus asked. Since the 8th years had come back to Hogwarts they had been placed in a tower much like the Gryffindor one, but different as it was larger and made of all 4 houses colours. Slytherin green in the boys dormitories, Gryffindor red in the common room, Ravenclaw blue in the bathrooms and Hufflepuff yellow in the girls dormitories, much to Pansy's disgust. The Slytherins despised the arrangement but had grudgingly accepted when threatened with their colour not being there at all as a solution.
"Well, I still think the Gryffindors have a fighting chance, I mean Blake is a good keeper in Ron's replacement but I am a bit sceptical of Anthony Redrick, he seems to be good, but I don't think he's fast or daring enough to keep up with the other seekers." Harry answered after thinking a while, ignoring the book in his lap that he had gotten out upon sitting down.
"puhlease," Malfoy snorted, speaking for the first time since he had been forced to leave his friends, "The Gryffindors have no chance against the Slytherins this year! Kailey Barnete, the Slytherin seeker, is going to destroy your replacement, Potter."
"Bugger off Malfoy." Seamus chimed in, leaning forwards so he could glare at the blonde boy, past Harry's head.
"Oh Finnigan, I thought we had gotten past all this?" Malfoy mocked, "House unity and all that? Hey, maybe you and me can even get together this year?" He sneered, "On second thoughts, I'll probably get some half-blood disease."
"Bite me." Seamus retorted and Harry sighed, not this again. A lot of the Slytherins had been quite rude when Seamus had come out about his sexuality, Harry was very proud of Seamus for it, after all, Harry hadn't yet had had the courage to do so himself. Every time Ron had told him to go for it, just tell people, they'll accept it, Harry had put it off as much as he could.
"Sod off, Malfoy." Harry said, glancing at the boy with a disinterested look.
"Oh, yes master Potter, whatever you say." Malfoy had obviously chosen to be in an extremely provocative mood so Harry turned back to Seamus with a small roll of him eyes and put his back to Malfoy, ignoring him.
"Who do you think then, Seamus?" Seamus' features took on a look of deep concentration.
"Hufflepuff," He proclaimed suddenly a few moments later. "They have an excellent Seeker this year, and I think they stand a fighting chance. Slytherin is looking in poor shape this year, have you seen the size of their keeper? He's a third year kid, scrap of a thing he is. They're going to be out of the league tables for sure." Another snort from Malfoy.
"Mmn," Harry replied and turned to try and read some of his book that he had bought from Flourish and Blots with the galleons Hermione had given him for his birthday specifically to spend in there. The title was 'The life of a Snitch' By Sean. . It was a biography of the Chudley Canons' new seeker and Harry was interested to know what it would be like to go off after Hogwarts to be a professional Seeker.

For the rest of the two hour journey, during which they stopped once because Professor Sprout saw a particularly interesting looking plant growing along the side of the road, Harry read his book, his arm occasionally brushing Malfoy's when he turned the page. The plant turned out to be a rather odd patch of wolfsbane crossed with daisies that Neville just had to take a photo of, or 12. Draco spent the entire time leaning to the side across the aisle to talk to Blaise in his annoying drawl. What they were talking about, Harry didn't know, he had tuned out at the beginning after talking to Seamus, to focus solely on missing his friends and reading a book that he couldn't even focus on.