The Impromptu Trip to Australia
Summary: Written for Prompt: Beat the Heat (This takes place late in the day of the Surprise Birthday Party...)
"Harry, what happened?" Neville asked.
"I don't know," Harry replied. "I couldn't even tell you how it got started."
Neville found a free moment from Parvati and Padma's birthday part to corner Harry and ask him about what he'd witnessed earlier that day when he woke up on the sofa.
"You're with Ginny," Neville said. Harry wasn't sure if Neville was telling, or confirming or worse, judging.
"I know, but we've been having trouble-"
"So you're exploring your sexuality?" Neville raised an eyebrow.
"No, I mean-I don't know what happened, Neville." Harry sighed. "I think it started the night before your grandmother's funeral-something happened between us and I was too pissed to remember it the next day. All I know is that since that morning, I haven't been able to think straight."
Neville snorted and Harry glared at him.
"Sorry, mate." Neville looked down the hall where people were gathered and spotted Malfoy talking to Seamus. "Why don't you ask him what happened that night?"
Harry didn't know what to say.
"Well you're going to have to talk, aren't you? You're not going to just ignore the fact that I woke up to see you on top of him, snogging and the way he was-"
"I know what he was doing, Neville," Harry snapped. Neville shuddered. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"You know he's going to Australia in two days," Neville said.
"What? I didn't know that. Why?"
"He said it's too hot here and his friends Parkinson and Zabini are there right now. He wants to beat the heat and take a mini holiday. He'll be gone for weeks and is going to be back right before the wedding."
Harry panicked. What was he supposed to do? How would he stop Malfoy from going? What was he going to tell Ginny? He'd cheated on her, kissed a bloke. She'd kill him.
"Hey, there you are!" Ginny popped out of nowhere as though she'd been listening to Harry's thoughts.
Harry looked across the hall, avoiding eye contact with Ginny, out of guilt, out of awkwardness, he wasn't sure. He saw Malfoy who looked right at him. Malfoy had stopped dead in his tracks and was staring back. Their eyes met and neither one looked away.
"Harry, why are you looking at Malfoy like that?" Ginny asked.
"Ginny, I've gotta go have a talk with Malfoy, I'll see you in a bit." Harry walked away from Ginny and Neville. He heard Ginny gasp with annoyance but Harry continued walking until he reached Malfoy. "Got a minute to talk?"
Malfoy smirked and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I could spare a minute for you," he said. Merlin, Malfoy could flirt and Harry all but lost the feeling of the ground under his feet.
Malfoy led the way to Neville's empty guest bedroom and closed the door behind them. Harry didn't get a moment to speak, Malfoy's lips were on his and he had Harry pinned under him against the wall.
"Gods, I've been wanting to kiss you again all night," Malfoy mumbled as he broke the kiss and leaned in to bite Harry's neck. Harry involuntarily moaned and pushed up into Malfoy, grinding onto his groin. "Fuck, Potter."
"You're going to Australia?" Harry asked, lightly pushing Malfoy away from his body.
"Yeah in a few days. I've taken some time off work," Malfoy answered as though it was the most casual thing in the world. Harry's disappointment must have shown on his face. "Come with me," Malfoy added.
"I can't," Harry said.
"Why not?" Malfoy asked.
"I've got-a job. I've got-Ginny."
"Ginny?" Malfoy scoffed. "She's barely said a nice word to you today; she's barely said a nice word to you this month. Don't you see that you're not getting along and both of you are just becoming hostile towards each other. Merlin, you're worse than my parents."
"My relationship is none of your business, Malfoy," Harry retorted. He immediately regretted saying that.
"Right, only I'm here for you to snog whenever you can't get any at home." Malfoy pushed himself off Harry completely and began to walk away.
"No, I didn't mean that. I like you, I need you, Malfoy." Harry all but pleaded Malfoy to not leave that room.
"Then, come with me," Malfoy demanded.
"I will, on one condition," Harry said.
"What is it?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow with intrigue.
"You'll tell me what happened between us the night before Mrs Longbottom's funeral?" Harry asked. "How did you end up sleeping on my sofa, and why do I think that something happened?"
"Alright, I'll tell you. But I've got a condition as well," Malfoy replied and Harry nodded. "You'll break it off with her before coming to Australia, or we are going as just friends." Harry raised an eyebrow. He didn't know Malfoy had this much honour. "Malfoys don't share."
Harry pushed himself off the wall and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Malfoy asked, surprised.
"To break it off with Ginny, then packing for Australia."
/ Until Next Time! \