And so the Potter and Malfoy families left for summer holiday a week early. Upon packing, Draco and Harry had been given limited information about where they were going, but they'd somehow managed to pack a good variety of clothes suitable for their stay.

They were traveling to North America, but more firmly, the United States. They were traveling to a typically quiet town in Florida, with white sandy beaches, and friendly residents. And so, not only were Draco and Harry forced to spend time together again, but they were forced to spend time in a country that wasn't even their own. The two felt oh-so-very-truly screwed.

"I can't believe you brought us to America, just to make us talk to each other." Draco spat to his father, who only smirked. They were staying in a cute house just two blocks away from the beach. It was painted blue in color, but not an obnoxious blue. The front door was black, with an intricate floral design printed in the oval glass of its center.

The trim around the house was white, to match the fence that led to the backyard. It was really a beautiful house, with a driveway big enough for two cars, though the families had only rented one: a black minivan that would hold seven people comfortably.

The inside of the house was just as beautiful. It was open, with tan, cooler in temperature masonry as a floor. The living room walls were a light yellow, leaving the inside of the house to feel bright. The furniture was white, and consisted of two love-seats, and one regular couch surrounding a glass coffee table. The walls were covered in generic, framed paintings.

The open kitchen was also that same yellow, and four tall windows stretched outwards onto the porch. A round dining table sat in front of the windows, with eight chairs surrounding it. The counter was long, and stretched maybe ten feet from the wall outwards toward the door. Large, oak wood colored cupboards hung from the ceiling, held firmly in place by the wall.

"Dad, whose house are we even staying in?" Harry asked his father as his eyes took in everything surrounding him.

"You remember Sirius, don't you?" James asked, to which Harry tilted his head to the side. "Well, this is he and his husband Remus' house. Well, one of their houses."

It was then that Harry remembered his Uncles Sirius and Remus, who were wealthy thanks to Sirius' family tree, and spent most of their time traveling. They weren't really his uncles, but James had gone to school with them and trusted the two of them with his life, sometimes Sirius moreso than Remus. At one point, James and Sirius had almost gotten married, but then Remus' love for Sirius had drawn the two apart, and things had been hostile between the three for a while before James eventually met Frank.

"Well, they've got a lovely house." Harry admitted before venturing down the hall towards what appeared to be the main bathroom, painted the same color blue as the outside of the house. He then ventured across the hall to one of the three bedrooms, which was painted a light blue, and contained two single beds, a walk-in closet, a couch, and a dresser. Harry got the sinking suspicion that that would be the room he and Draco would share.

Further down the hall, Harry walked into a tan colored bedroom that matched the shades of the walls in the hallway. It also held generic paintings, a queen-sized bed, and a dresser and closet. He figured this would be where Lucius and Severus would sleep.

Across the hall, a master bedroom rested. The color on its walls were a deep red, and the queen-sized bed was laced in a golden duvet and white sheets. There was a dresser, a desk, and a tv stand. Around a hidden corner, a master bathroom rested with two porcelain sinks on the counter with golden knobs. The bathtub was large and white, and the shower nozzle was fancy. He knew this would be his parents' bedroom.

He left the room, and went to the end of the hall. A small alcove rested there, with a dark, oak desk sat empty. Behind it, two doors opened to the grassy, neatly kept backyard which only contained a shed. The house was beautiful.

He wandered back to its front, and then a thought crossed his mind.

"Dad, where's Neville gonna sleep?" He had forgotten about his brother.

"Why, he'll be in the blue room with you and Draco." James claimed, and Harry winced.

"But Dad, there's only two beds, and a small love-seat. I highly doubt any of us will want to sleep on that, and I'm not sleeping with Draco." He claims, and James raises a hand dismissively.

"You three can work it out on your own. For now, get settled. Frank and I are heading out to Publix so we have supper. If you have any issues, go to Lucius or Severus. No fighting." His eyes focused directly on Harry then, and the seventeen-year-old gulped.

"Yes sir." He muttered before picking up his suitcase and lugging it down the hall to the blue room. Neville and Draco soon followed suit, and the three teenaged boys stood awkwardly together.

"Harry, I'll take the couch, it's fine." Neville claimed once it became obvious that Draco would by no means take the couch. He dropped his suitcase onto his bed and then sat in the available space beside it.

"No," Harry decided, feeling like a proper prat for the way he'd phrased his concerns to their father earlier. "You take the bed."

"But the couch rests at the end of Draco's bed. And I've thought about it: do you really want his feet that close to your face?" Neville asked, eyeing his brother worriedly.

"What makes you think I'll be sleeping with my head at that end of the couch anyways? Who's to say I won't lie with my head closer to the closet?" Harry asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Because that's weird, and your head would be hitting that shelf all night." Neville claimed, gesturing to the plastic shelf resting in the corner. On it, a few ancient CDs rested, dusty in their slots.

"I'll manage, Neville. Take the bed quick before Malfoy decides he wants that one too." Harry reasoned, glancing towards the blond boy who was sat watching the two brothers amusedly.

"Now that you mention it, Potter, that doesn't sound like half a bad idea." Draco smirked, and made a move towards the opposite bed, but Neville was quick to toss his suitcase there, claiming it. Draco laughed then, actually falling into the off-white carpet with how powerful the noise came.

Then, Harry was laughing at Draco's despair as he just barely hit his head on the nightstand separating the two beds. Draco glared at him, laughter ceasing as he stood up and brushed the invisible dirt from his clothing.

"It's not that funny, Potter." He claimed indignantly, and then swaggered out of the room with what little confidence he had left. Once he was gone, Harry began to laugh harder, and Neville joined him.

This is going to be a long vacation, Draco thought, standing just outside the door.