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Disney - S1. Bare Necessities - Fic set on water.

Showtime - 7. Summer (Season)

Word Count - 391

Heathen

The summer sun shone down, hot and blissful on Harry's already tan skin. He lay on the lilo, floating over the villa pool, an almost empty glass in his hand.

"You're a heathen," Draco said from the side, where he lay in the shade on a sunlounger.

Harry chuckled. "There's such a thing as protection charms. Use one and get your ass over here."

Draco huffed, and Harry tilted his head up, pushing his sunglasses up into his hair to look at his boyfriend.

"Come on, babe," he coaxed. "It's lovely and warm in the sunshine, come cuddle with me."

"If I try and get on there with you, we're both going to end up in the water," Draco replied dryly.

"Again, we have magic," Harry replied, rolling his eyes. Just stabalise the thing before you climb up."

"Takes away from the fun of seeing you looking like a drowned crup."

Using his arm to push himself through the water as though the lilo was a raft, Harry moved himself over to the side of the pool and held his arms out, pouting at Draco. "Please?"

Draco sighed but sat up, grabbing his wand to cast a sun protection charm on his sensitive skin. "You're a pain the ass," he muttered, crossing the hot tiles to join Harry on the lilo.

Once Draco was precariously balanced on Harry's chest, Harry put the glass on the side of the pool and pushed them back out so they were floating on the water.

"This is perfect," Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around Draco. "Best idea ever."

"It was my idea," Draco replied huffily, though he nuzzled his face against Harry's neck. "Of course it was the best idea ever."

"Baby, you wanted to go skiing. In the snow. And the cold."

"The point, is that going on holiday was my idea."

"Uh huh. It was. Aren't you glad you let me choose the place though?" Harry murmured, his hand skimming over Draco's bare stomach.

Draco pressed his lips to Harry's shoulder. "I'll admit that this isn't terrible."

Harry laughed, and then shifted suddenly, turning them over into the water. When Draco surfaced, his blonde hair was plastered to his head, and he was glaring at Harry.

"Heathen," he repeated.

Harry swam around him, encircling him with his arms. "You love me."

"Stupidly, yes."