A/N Okay, i know i suck. It's been a while since i updated. I lost confidence in my writing and my story and also got bogged down with so much work and revision. i hope you find it in your hearts to forgive me3 and continue reading. please Read and Review, it means a lot to me to hear from you guys! I will try and update more often and WILL finish this story if it kills me. Love you guys3

"Everybody off the bus, Miss Abbot, please stop dawdling," Professor McGonagall herded the students from the car and into the scorching heat of the Thailand weather on the street. "Thank you." She said to the bus driver, pressing 50 galleons into his outstretched hand. Harry thought it very strange that when muggles went away, they had to change their currency, but when wizards went away they had the same currency and all wizards accept it. It was a weird thing to think about, but right now, Harry was finding it hard to concentrate on what Seamus was saying because he was dreading what living with Malfoy was going to be like. The burning pavement scalded even through Harry's trainers as his attention returned to reality.
"...Alright Arse." Seamus continued and Harry blinked.
"W-What?"
"Were you not listening to me?! That's low, Harry. Here I am, pouring my heart out to you and you're not even listening." Seamus grinned before taking pity on his confused friend. "I said... say what you like about Malfoy, but there is no denying he has an alright arse. Freakin' hot if you asked me."
"E-Excuse me?!" Harry choked, this was one of his best friends, discussing Harry's nemesis as if he were fresh meat... or available, for that matter. Not that Harry was feeling possessive or anything, it was true that Malfoy had no partner at the time - Harry had not been keeping tabs on him, not at all. Okay, maybe a little, but only to make sure he kept his pointy nose out of the dark side. Finding out his relationship status had simply been... inevitable?... yes. Inevitable.
"Do I have to spell this out for you, Harry?" Seamus sighed, "Malfoy. is. fit."

Just then a giggle could be heard very distinctly behind them as Pansy snorted with laughter at what she heard from the row behind her and Seamus went slightly pink, his Irish that never tanned finally gaining some colour. Harry tried desperately to swallow his own smile but didn't manage and his friend glared at him as a tiny chuckle escaped the corner of his mouth. After that, Seamus decided to ignore Harry for a while, leaving Harry with nothing to do but contemplate his surroundings and nurse his numb butt. It wasn't fair that in Thailand the laws for wizards were different so wizards had to apparate with a permit only, and the age to have a permit was 20 instead of 17 so all the Hogwarts students were condemned to walk wherever they wanted to go or take muggle transport and hurt your arse in the process. As he looked at the hotel in front of him, Harry wondered sadly where Hermione and Ron were at that very moment, and the response his mind came up with was not one he particularly wanted to linger on - They were likely enjoying each others company in a hotel room in Sydney. Harry had received two post cards from them since they'd been away, one in Ron's scrawl and the other in Hermione's neat note making script. They had each said more or less the same things except they were a week apart and in one they hadn't found Hermione's parents, in the other, they had. It turned out that they had comfortable jobs and a beautiful home on the coast of Sydney, very close to the Opera house. Because of their current situation, the spells for removing the memory loss were made much more complicated, where it would have been one spell, it is now three due to the content nature of their minds. It would take a lot more to convince them that they had a witch for a daughter than simply remembering so Hermione and Ron were going to stay out there for a while, possibly missing the entire 8th year. Despite having the company of Seamus, Dean, Neville and Ginny, Harry had never felt more lonely. The group shuffled forward as one and Professor McGonagall hushed them all and glared sternly until they all turned to listen to the Thai woman explaining how the week was going to work.

"Okay, now that I have all of your attention, in a moment I will tell you the rooms you'll be in. I assume that you all have room buddies?" She looked at Professor McGonagall for confirmation who nodded. "Good, that's good. First thing I'd like to say, is we do not allow wands in the actual hotel, for safety purposes and because, obviously, we do not want you doing anything with the rooms of course or destroying things. I know this seems unfair, but in this country you are under age so please would you all hand your wands over to your teachers."

The students did so with maximum irritation and some even went so far as to glower at the woman. The rest just accepted the fact and passed the wands to whichever of the three professors was closest to them. Flitwick had to use 'expeliarmus' to get Theodore Nott's wand because he refused to hand it over.

Once everyone was unarmed, the woman began speaking again. "Right, this evening, you will dine with your roommate and only your roommate," She glared at the little huddles of people so that they scattered into their respective pairs, "Because I'm sure not all of you know each other as well as you should. This trip lasts a week, witches and wizards of Hogwarts school. Get used to it! You will dine every meal time with your roommate because we do not have enough tables, nor will we magically create more tables to suit you. You are here to adapt and learn new things. That. Begins. Now." Harry was startlingly reminded of Umbridge as the woman spoke and he shuddered violently, earning a strange look from Seamus. This lady had darker skin than Umbridge, however, and wore a bright green and white striped blouse, quite unlike the woman that probably even saw the world as though it was tinged pink.

The woman began to file off names of pairs and numbers of rooms, and slowly, the Hogwarts students were escorted two by two away from the group. It wasn't until Harry and Draco, and the Professors were left standing waiting for room numbers, that the woman looked very confusedly at her paper. "Oh, uh," she said, "it appears that, there are only a few rooms left I'm afraid. There are three single rooms, which I assume you three teachers will take... except..." she paused for a while and Harry suddenly felt scared. This was the point in every muggle film he'd seen where everything fell to pieces. The trip was going to become a disaster the second the lady uttered her next words, he could just tell.
"Uh, well, the only room we have left is the honeymoon suite... and um, well. That room has a few... shall we say? kinks? There are rules that must be obeyed in the honeymoon suite and if they're not... well, the magic used to bind the room reacts badly." Then she shook her head as if chiding herself. Harry felt his blood run cold. Honeymoon suite? Kinks? This trip couldn't get any worse. Could it? "I do not mean to scare you, simply warn you. I mean, you two must be friends, so it shouldn't be too weird, our sincerest apologies, however, there is nothing we can do about it." With that the lady apparated. Harry, Draco, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout were all left standing awkwardly in the foyer.

"Well, Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy. I suggest you go get acquainted with the room because, you heard the lady, there is no chance of swapping. They're booked up." Professor McGonagall looked at the boys with sorrowful but slightly evil eyes and Harry realised why she wasn't helping them get out of the situation. It was an opportunity for one of her bloody house unity things! She hadn't specifically planned it, no, but an opportunity had presented itself and she was jumping at the chance to show that two once rivals - and honestly still a little bit - could get along and share the damn honeymoon suite. The raven haired boy had almost forgotten about Malfoy standing slightly behind him, that was until a sudden mutter of "My father will hear about this!" made Harry jump. Rolling his eyes, the boy who lived decided that if Malfoy was going to fuss, then he himself would not rise to the occasion and retaliate.

Instead, he nodded to Professor McGonagall and, grabbing his trunk which had been levitated by his side, began to walk in the direction of the front desk to ask for the directions to the suite. That was an upside to be honest though, everyone else got rooms... Harry got a suite! He didn't need to look around to know that Malfoy was begrudgingly following him, the sound of the boys scraping shoes along the stone path was adequate in providing Harry this knowledge. He sighed. This was going to be a long week.