shit.

It’s fucking summer time because, yeah, it’s summer in real life. Anyways, Harry and Draco are having a vacation at some random tropical beach (forgive my lack of creativeness). One of the things they’re planning to do (when in fact Harry came up with most of this) was ride a bike around the beach and pier. Draco can’t ride a bike, of course (“I’m sure it’s eash compared to riding a broom!”).

First thing he does is make Harry sit in front of him while facing him lol. (Oh, and they’re sharing a bile together because that’s just cute) And when Draco tries to ride the bike, the topple over each other in a mess. Draco, extremely embarrassed, is stubborn and keeps trying.

Eventually, he finally gives up, but doesn’t admit it due to his pride. Harry, who was laughing for the last five minutes, gives him a kiss to the cheek (hehehehehehe) and says, “Next time, alright?”

After grumbling in his spot on the grass of Draco’s (family’s) villa, he takes Harry’s hand. Draco ends up riding on the end while he holds onto Harry’s torso.

Draco: Well, hello, Pottahhhh *lies on his side on the ground*

Harry: ???

Draco: You wouldn’t mine if I . . . settle down right here . . .*flips hair*

Harry: =~=

Draco: You could pick anyone better than that Ravenclaw or Weaslette *rolls over and winks*

Harry: . . . I don’t understand.

Hermione, popping out of nowhere: YOU NUMBSKULL, HE’S FLIRTING WITH YOU *sobs* HOW DENSE CAN YOU BE??? *pounds fists on nearby tree*

Harry: . . . What?

Harry: *Comes over* What is it?

Draco: The weird Muggle math machine isn’t working!

Harry: The calculator? How?

Draco: Yeah, that thing, it says 28 divided by 7 is 4, but I’m sure it’s 13! I just can’t be wrong!

Harry: I-

Draco: You’ve stolen so many things from me!

Harry: What, excuse me-

Draco: You’ve stolen my heart, my shirt, and even my cashmere sweaters!

Harry: Bish, what is goi-

Draco: Now I’m wondering if you’re going to steal my last name . . .

Harry: I-

Harry, awkwardly: So, who are your favorite artists . . . ?

Draco: Your parents.

Harry: What?

Draco: Because they made you! *Winks*

Harry: Draco, I’m pretty sure I’ve another stalker, so be careful, alright?

Draco: Blah, blah, I’m just as good as you at magic!

LATER

Phone: *Rings*

Draco: *Picks up phone* Hello? Most handsome wizard ever to exist here!

Stalker: I see you.

Draco:

Stalker:

Draco:

Stalker:

Harry: What’s so hard to understand about Muggle things??? Like, what are you, five?

Draco: Yeah, five heads taller than you!

Harry:

Draco:

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: Do you want to die?

Draco, speaking into a megaphone: So, have you ever heard of the siren that goes off when it’s near cute people?

Harry: No?

Draco: *Turns on megaphone’s siren*

Harry: I-

Draco: Spell “me,” Potter.

Harry: M-E. . . ?

Draco: You forgot the “d.”

Harry: There’s no “d” in “me.”

Draco: Not yet

Harry: Wha-

Ron: *Chilling on a bench in the courtyard while drinking pumpkin juice*

Harry: Well, remember that I still have your underwear from last time!

Ron:

Draco, behind Harry: I still have your virginity, Potter

Ron:

Ron: So, ‘Mione, what does the saying “We are what we eat,” mean?

Hermione: From what I know-

Draco, from Slytherin Table: Wait, does that mean I’m Harry’s arse?

Everybody Nearby:

Draco: So, the other day, Pansy told me I should get you lingerie blah, blah, blah. . .

Harry: Draco, honey, there’s this thing called “Shut Up.”

Harry: You should totally try it.

Draco, to Harry: Excuse, Potter, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.

Harry: Why tho-

Draco: You’re making all the girls here look bad.

Harry:

Harry, innocently curious: Wait, so you’re basically saying I’m not better than the other guys?

Draco: I-

Draco: Oh shit, you’re right.

Harry: So, what did Lily ask for?

Draco: She said she wanted McDonald’s.

Harry, regretting ever marrying this man: SHE ASKED FOR FLIPPIN’ MCDONALD’S!

Draco: AND I BOUGHT HER THAT!