"Dray, you need to be able to do carving, if you want to know, how to ski well and actually have some control, when you're skiing," the raven haired boy told Draco, as they were both standing right next to the ski slope in Turracher Höhe. Harry had already one of his legs fixed on his colorful snowboard and left the other leg free, so he could still walk. He was wearing a bergundy beanie with skiing glasses, instead of a helmet and a warm jacket with thick pants.
The blond boy, on the other hand, was looking at the skis, they'd borrowed, with a scared, pale face. He had never stood on, what the muggles call skis, and now, he was supposed to get from point A to point B on those? Harry said, he'd take him on a blue slope. What even was a blue slope, Draco didn't know. He had no idea, how he got here and why he agreed to going on a holiday to the Alps to ski in the first place.
Malfoy looked at Harry sheepishly, "I'm regretting this, Har. Is there any chance, we can go back to the hotel?" He would most likely never admit, he was afraid to Harry, but he did want to back out of this.
"C'mon Dray, This is a good opportunity for you to learn! It's going to be fun, I promise," Harry shot his boyfriend a pouty look and begged with puppy eyes. "However, you don't have to worry. I only borrowed those for you, since I had a slight feeling, you might be traumatized after today and will not want to do this with me ever again."
The other boy sighed. What has he gotten himself into? He had no desire to do this, but he wanted to please his lover.
When they started dating in their eight year, after Harry broke up with Ginny, since they kind of turned each other gay, he noticed many things about Potter. Things he'd not noticed before in their enmity.
Yes, Draco knew, Harry liked sports. What he didn't know though, was that his boyfriend absolutely couldn't keep still. He always needed to do something and had a tendency to fidget, without realizing it himself. In the school year, he'd wake up early, go for a run, study and sit in classes, while fidgeting and then he would play Quidditch. It's like the boy hated resting, which was confirmed, after Draco visited his boyfriend in the infirmary, because he overdid it. Poppy gave her favorite patient a scolding, of course, and let him go with just a warning. Draco wasn't sure, if it was right, but he though, he saw Harry's name tag on the bed, where he was.
So, was Malfoy actually surprised, when his lover came back to their manor from work late, eager to tell him, he requested for a holiday? No, not one bit. Nevertheless, he didn't expect this.
"You see this slope? It's marked as blue, which means, it's easy. It's for people, who either don't know, how to ski, or for people, who want to just chill and go with it. You, are the first type and I am the second. Plus, I'm teaching you. I'd have much rather taken you to a green slope, since it's the easiest, yet they don't have one here. I think, they aren't anywhere in Austria and only a few are in Italy. Unfotunately for you, that is," Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist.
"Harry,-" his lover tried to argue, but the more muscular boy cut him off first.
"Don't worry, Dray. I'm going to be with you the entire time and it'll be fine. First, put those on," he pointed at the borrowed skis.
Draco scrunched his nose. His legs felt uncomfortable in the ski boots, because they were so firm. He looked at the raven haired boy hesitantly, "how...how exactly do you do it?"
"Just push your leg down, darling. You can hold onto me for support, while you do it," Harry gripped his waist tighter, as Draco put his hand around the boy's shoulder, so he wouldn't fall or slip.
"It's not working!"
Harry put some more pressure on his knee, so it'd be easier. "Push now."
Draco pushed again and thankfully, it worked well this time. He whined, "those boots are very uncomfortable, Hazza...my feet hurt!"
Harry laughed to himself quietly, so his lover would not hear him and kissed his forehead. "It will stop soon, hun. You have to get used to it." He waited, until Draco fixed both of his legs and assured himself, the boy's ready, before speaking up, "Ready? We have to ride this lift up first, alright?"
Malfoy grumbled and mumbled a quiet 'I hate you.', not actually meaning it though.
The other boy giggled and rode over to the lift, one foot fixed on the snowboard and second pushing him off. He turned around just in time, to see his lover huff and struggle to keep up with him.
They rode up the lift without falling, thankfully. Although Draco was confused, how everything worked, as he wasn't used to it, he somehow managed to get off safely. Harry helped the other boy to get to a free space, so he could explain some more things to him.
"Now, you have to get down somehow, babe. I chose the flattest slope, which was possible," the raven haired boy started explaining. "Your knees need to be bend as much as possible, you have to look in front of yourself the whole time, no looking back and you shouldn't turn your shoulders around. Basically all the work you need to do, you have to do with your arse."
"Really now? That's so embarrassing," Draco blushed.
"C'mon, darling. Look at me," Harry unclipped his right foot from his snowboard and stood up to show his lover the movement. "Put it on one side, once it tries to tug you up, you put it on the other. Your center of gravity has to be anywhere but in your body or skis. Get it? If you need to slow down, which I don't think, will be necessary, 'cause you will barely ski, nonetheless you need to cross your legs."
"Why didn't my mother stop me, from comming here with you?"
"Because she wants you to have fun. And, she likes me more."
"Not true!"
"Yes, it is!"
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, it is, Dray."
"I'm not talking to you," Draco pouted and turned away from his boyfriend.
"Awwh...come on, babyyyy..." Harry whined and hugged the blond boy's waist. "Let's just do this, okay? After this, you can spend the rest of the day, or our stay, if you despise it so much, in the hotel's spa."
Draco perked up, "the hotel has a spa?"
"Yes, it does," Harry laughed at his lover's behavior. He stopped hugging him and patted his back instead. "Are you ready?"
"I'm only doing this for the spa."
"I know."
"Good."
Potter spent around half an hour just persuading Draco to let go, because the boy obviously didn't want to do it. After that, he started teaching him and helping him to get down the slope, while he was on his snowboard. At one point, he was sure, he saw a few tears in the boy's eyes. Although he could not blame him, he felt pity, when he saw his boyfriend in such state. However his sad feeling left him quickly, when he saw, Malfoy actually started enjoying it. Since he was able to ski better and not fall every other meter, he was happier.
Eventually, it was time for lunch, so the two men went to a restaurant, which was next to the ski slope. Draco took his ski boots off the moment, they found a place to sit and Harry chuckled at the action.
The raven haired boy gave his boyfriend the menu, "what do you want to eat, love?"
"How am I supposed to know? It's all written in a foreign language, Har," Draco said, as if it was obvious. He was looking at the menu like a deer in headlights.
"That's German, darling. I can translate it to you," Harry sat closer to him and looked over at the open menu. He always pointed at one meal and translated, what it means to him. "This is Goulash soup, cremy garlic soup, chicken broth and tomato soup."
"I don't want soup, Hazza," Draco scrunched his nose. Soup was probably good for him, but he was in no mood for it.
"Okay, let's look at the main courses then," Harry smiled and tugged his boyfriend closer by his waist. "You have Wiener Schnitzel with fries here, sausages with bread, spaghetti and Kaiserschmarrn."
"Wiener what? And Kaiserchmaran?"
"Wiener Schnitzel and Kaiserschmarrn. A schnitzel is a Schnitzel. A fried steak, you could say. Kaiserschmarrn is a sweet meal. It's basically a thick fluffy pancake ripped into pieces with apple compote," Harry explained.
"Oh...okay. I want the steak thingy," Draco thought, before deciding.
"Wiener Schnitzel? Alright, just a warning, before you order though. The steak is...big. Like it's huge compared to a normal fried steak."
"That's fine!"
Harry raised his eyebrows. It looked, like Draco didn't understand him very well. Unfortunately before he could question him again, a waitress came to their table.
"Guten tag, was möchten Sie aus der Speisekarte unseres restaurants bestellen?" (Hello, what would you like to order from our restaurant's menu?)
"Bitte einen Kaiserschmarrn," Harry ordered for himself and looked over at his boyfriend.
Draco, however, was looking at the woman in confusion and surprise. He did not understand a single word she said.
Harry quickly caught on and ordered for him. "Ein Wiener Schnitzel, bitte."
The waitress nodded politely with a smile. She was able to see the two guests were foreigners, hence she started speaking in English, "okay, anything to drink?"
The black haired boy ordered a beer for himself and hot chocolate for his lover, since he knew, Draco doesn't drink beer and would definitely appreciate some kind of a hot drink.
They talked, while they waited for their food to arrive, but it didn't take long for Draco to lean on Harry's shoulders and close his eyes to rest.
"The food's already here, Dray."
The thinner boy looked up and gaped, when he saw his meal, which he ordered.
Let's just say, Draco ate Harry's lunch at the end and his boyfriend was left with the enormous steak, like expected.
Unfortunately for Harry, they went back to their hotel after lunch, because he promised Draco the spa, if he'd survive on the skis until lunch. Although the boy was happy, he could spend time with his boyfriend, was also a bit down, since he couldn't go snowboarding for longer.
"This was exhausting and you're lucky, I was in the spa or I'd probably murder you after today," said his boyfriend, when they were back in their hotel room. They had relaxed in the pools for a very long time, so Draco wasn't in his bratty mood anymore.
"Great..." he said sarcastically. "Are you perhaps...in the mood for-"
Harry was cut off by his boyfriend, "no, shut up. I'm tired and I wanna cuddle."
And that is, how the two men ended up snuggled up in bed until morning, clinging onto each other, ignoring their alarm clock, telling them to wake up for the day, they had ahead of them.