Finding a girl wasn't so easy for Draco to do. It seemed that every other girl, aside from Hermione, as Harry had introduced her, was a homosexual. And so, the beach day was wasted.

Upon the walk home later that evening, he could hear his parents, as well as Harry's whispering behind them. He and his intended had taken the lead, Neville trailing behind, and he cleared his throat awkwardly before stepping slightly closer to Harry in order for their conversation to not be heard.

"Good job with Hermione today, Potter. You've really stunned your parents this time." He smirked, patting the green-eyed boy on the back.

"Thanks. Any luck on your end?" Harry asked, taking notice of his parents who had stopped talking in order to stare at their children. They'd even stopped walking, and stood awestruck once Draco had placed his hand on Harry's back for the second time that day.

"Zilch whatsoever." Draco explained, rolling his eyes.

"Perhaps tomorrow." Harry offered, and the blond shook his head.

"Perhaps, but tonight, I think I want to go lock myself away in the shed or somewhere and wank off to gay porn. I've had enough of the female body today." Draco smirked, and Harry's cheeks flared at the image that graced his mind unwillingly.

"That's gross, man." He stated.

"You think that now, but if our plan fails and we end up married, you won't be thinking that later." Draco winked, and Harry stared at him in confusion, also halting his steps.

"Malfoy, do you or do you not want to marry me?" He queried, and the blond turned around.

"I don't. Learn to take a joke, Potter." Then, they noticed their parents had started walking again and he spoke louder. "Don't you have some Hetero girlfriend to be mooching right now?"

Harry stood stunned, watching as the blond made his way into the house, the other Malfoys following behind him, and then Frank and Neville. Only James remained outside with him.

"Your actions today were absolutely disgusting, Harry James Potter, and I'm ashamed of you. Whatever game you're playing at, it ends right now. Tonight, you get to do the washing up." And then he made his way into the house.

Harry remained outside a while longer, as it was still light out, and found himself strolling down the road. At the last moment there, Malfoy had played him out to be the bad guy in front of the adults, when originally, it was his plan. He kicked a stone, which actually turned out to be a baby turtle, and then felt like the world's biggest asshole as it struggled on its shell.

He bent down to pick the reptile up, but it snapped at him, and he yelped. Today was not his day.

Eventually, he was able to successfully transport the turtle off of the road and into the grass, and then found himself in front of the white gates that led to the swimming pool. He tried the knob, and found the place to be locked. He wondered if there was a key, as if this were a community pool, or just someone's private property. He decided he would sift through the drawers and cabinets tomorrow, and see what he could find.

In the meantime, his phone went off, and he glanced at it to see he had three messages: one from Hermione, and two from Ron. He decided to look at Hermione's message first.

[Hermione]
I figure your parents probably are furious with you right now, but if you can find your way to the Commons tomorrow, I think I can help you in your little act again.

He replied to her, asking just what was in the Commons that could help her, and what that even was. She responded only moments later.

[Hermione]
It's where I work. Though I have dreams of being a marine biologist, I am sadly only eighteen and therefore must still participate in annoying summer jobs. It's like a shopping complex. Meet me at Johnny Rockets.

Harry had no idea what that was, but he figured he could find out tomorrow. Then, he remembered he had messages from Ron, and leant against the white fence, taking little notice of the sky darkening, and opened them.

[Ron]
Harry, listen, I'm really sorry for what I said. I was a prick. Please forgive me?

I know you can't help your situation with Malfoy, and I feel like a huge ass for saying what I did. Please don't stay mad at me, Harry. You're my best friend. I'm so sorry.

Harry only rolled his eyes and locked his phone. He was surprised to find an elderly man standing a few yards away from him, eyeing him.

"You staying in the Black residence?" The man asked once Harry turned to walk away.

"Uh, I am."

"Those'r good people. You best not be disrespectin' them in their own house." And with that, he walked back through his gate and up the steps to his house. Harry frowned, and continued on his way back to his uncles' house.

News hadn't spread that fast, had it?

~~~

By the time Harry finished the wash from supper that night, and showered, everyone was asleep but Draco, who had taken to watching a movie in the living room.

Harry came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and spotted Draco resting against the couch. He debated speaking with him, but then remembered the towel, and moved towards the blue room's door.

"Potter?" He asked, and Harry froze. When he turned around, the blond's grey eyes were on his.

"What?"

"Listen, I'm sorry about what happened earlier..."

"Can this wait? I'm kind of naked right now, and this towel doesn't do much justice." Harry interjected, gesturing to the towel that was barely covering him. A large section of his thigh was revealed, and he prayed that nothing was peaking around for the world to see.

"No. If it waits, I won't want to do this later. Come here, sit." Draco explained, gesturing for him to sit beside him.

"Butt naked on my uncles' furniture. As if my parents aren't angry enough with me." Harry rolled his eyes, but sat down slowly. As he went to lean back, he winced and Draco looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"My back. I think it's burnt." He explained, reaching backwards to touch his back, which caused his towel to slip further out of place, and he dashed his hand back to hold it before it slipped fully off of his thigh.

"Let me see." Draco stated, and Harry's eyes widened. The blond rolled his eyes. "Listen, you probably just took a hot shower, which irritated your skin. You only applied cream there once today, after all. I have some aloe, so let me see it."

"Actually, you're the one who applied the stuff to my back." Harry argued, and Draco contemplated slapping him right in the sunburn.

"And you were too busy flaunting yourself in front of our parents. I'm sorry I made you look like an ass a bit ago, but still, I'm having no luck. Now, come here and stop wincing. I'll put some aloe on it."

"But the towel doesn't fit me right. It'll reveal everything."

"Jesus Christ, Potter. Then bloody lie down and put the towel around your ass. I don't fucking care." The blond snapped, standing up. He shielded his eyes, turning around, and Harry quickly lied on his stomach, readjusting his towel around his bum. Now his parents would really be angry if they walked in to find him with his junk against the cushions.

And then, he forgot entirely about his parents as he felt a cool substance touch his lower back. He shivered, and glanced back to see that Draco was squeezing a small bottle of aloe vera onto his hand, and then applying it to Harry's back. He felt the heat subsiding rapidly, and instead felt a different kind of heat, to which he grew highly embarrassed over. Draco didn't stop, spite Harry's squirming, and he suspected the blond was doing this just to tease him now.

"Okay, I think I'm covered." He breathed out after a moment, stuffing his face into the pillow his head had been resting on.

"Are you?" Draco smirked, and Harry felt himself grow even more embarrassed.

"Turn around so I can readjust myself." The young Potter snapped, and the blond did. He stood, staring down at his semi-hard on, and let out a silent groan as he wrapped the cloth material around his waist again.

"Don't worry, Potter. I won't let the world know you had to rub one out just because I put lotion on you." The grey-eyed boy smirked, and Harry contemplated punching him, before remembering his problem, and rushed to the blue room.