A/N: Here is the other chapter that we promised! Enjoy!

Written by Apple (PotGra4Ever), edited by Kiwi (Cathcer1984)

Chapter 3

Harry stared back at Draco in all his glory. Even from this distance he could tell that Draco liked what he saw and he watched as Draco backed away and then out of sight before walking back to his clothes and towel. He placed the towel around his waist deciding to just carry his clothes back to the room not oblivious to the looks he was getting from several people, man or woman, but his thoughts were only on one.

He walked into the hotel lobby and smiled kindly at the front desk agent who blushed deeply, grinning he continued on towards the lifts. His mind on one person he missed the other who was watching him intensely.

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There he is walking in like he's the hottest thing on two legs. He wouldn't be completely wrong about that, but I am not here to judge. You act as if nothing can harm you Potter, but I've got news for you, I am going to harm you. I'm going to destroy your perfect little world. The object you seek will no longer be here. I'm taking it home to London where it can wreak havoc while you gallivant around Romania with Malfoy. Enjoy it while you can because it is all going to be taken away from you, just as you've done to me.

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Harry slipped his key in the lock and opened the door. He didn't hear a sound in the room aside from some heavy breathing. He quirked an eyebrow as he walked further into the room looking over at the bed where Draco lay rather flushed and ruffled. He grinned as the flush deepened and Draco unconsciously licked his lips as he looked him up and down, when their eyes finally met Draco took on an indifferent look.

"Potter, can't you get some clothes on? I'd like to keep my dinner in my stomach thanks," Draco commented trying to cover up his obvious arousal at a scantily clad Harry.

"Don't you like what you see?" Harry asked coyly.

"Please Potter, this does nothing for me," He replied motioning towards his nearly naked form.

Harry reached for the edge of the towel not sure what had possessed him to do what he was about to do. He pulled the towel apart all the while Draco watched in complete enchantment. He dropped the towel revealing the rest of his body that Draco had only seen from a distance.

"This doesn't work for you?" Harry asked again smiling seductively.

Draco's mouth dropped open as his eyes traveled from Harry's mischievous green eyes, to his luscious lips, down to the stubble on his chin, to his tan neck in obvious need of attention from his own lips, down his sculpted chest and abs. He stopped at the trail of dark hair that led to Harry's second best feature. He looked down at the floor and his gaze traveled up Harry's muscular calves to his toned thighs and finally he settled on his prominent cock and he gulped, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets.

"Alright, I guess you're right. It does nothing for you," Harry said as he turned and walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

Draco watch his tight arse walk away and as soon as the door closed he let out a low groan and ran a hand through his hair. "Merlin Potter, how can you look so fucking good?" He stood up repositioning himself and he quickly slipped into his pajamas and crawled back into bed. He looked over at the couch debating on whether or not he should invite Harry into bed with him. He wasn't sure he'd be able to contain his need to ravage him. I can't think like this about him. We hate each other. We are so wrong for each other, but oh Merlin what I wouldn't give to get those lips back on mine again and so much more.

Draco let out another groan and turned his back on the bathroom not wanting to see Harry come out glistening with water droplets cascading down his body. He heard the shower turn off and waited impatiently for Harry to come out. When he finally did he peeked over his shoulder and was saddened to see Harry clothed in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms with no dripping water in sight. He sighed loudly without realising it and held his breath for a snide comment from Harry.

"You're already heading to bed Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly all seduction and lust gone from his tone.

"Yeah, we're going to have a long day tomorrow Potter. Why does it matter anyway?" Draco replied snidely. He closed his eyes and silently berated himself for his tone.

"I….just thought that maybe….we could…..oh nevermind," Harry said as he settled himself on the couch.

Draco turned his body slightly towards him. "I didn't realise you could think Potter. What could we do?" Draco replied smartly.

"Just forget it Malfoy," Harry said. He threw the blankets over him and turned his back on Draco closing his eyes to try to fight back the angry tears that were threatening to escape. Come on Harry, get it together. Don't let Draco Malfoy of all people get to you like this. He doesn't want your kindness and he sure as hell doesn't want you so just stop acting this way Harry berated himself angrily.

Draco closed his eyes cursing his big, stupid mouth. He tossed and turned for several minutes listening to Harry do the same. Finally he let out an exasperated sigh and sat up on his elbows.

"Potter, why don't you come join me in bed?" Draco asked.

Harry stopped moving and slowly turned to face him in the dark. "What did you say?"

"You're obviously having a tough time getting settled over there and I can't sleep with you moving around like that so why don't you just come to the bed?" Draco clarified.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll just stay here. I wouldn't want to disturb your beauty sleep," Harry replied anger covering the hurt.

"Potter, the bed will be big enough. You're disturbing it right now so I suggest you get over here so we can both get some rest. I promise I'll be good," Draco responded in a slightly joking tone.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Harry muttered.

"What did you say?" Draco asked, knowing exactly what he had said, he just wanted to be sure.

"Nothing. Fine, you better keep your hands to yourself. You had your chance earlier and don't ever say I never do anything for you," Harry replied as he threw his own covers off and climbed into bed from the other side. There wasn't much space between him and Draco, but he felt much better being in the bed instead of on the couch. He would like to think it was because it was more comfortable and that was partially it, but for the most part it was because he was sharing a bed with Draco.

"Now, that should be better. Good night Potter and you keep your hands to yourself," Draco said as he rolled to his side turning his back on Harry.

"No problem," Harry muttered darkly as he too rolled over, his back facing Draco.

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Harry awoke the next morning with a heavy weight on his chest. He felt like he was in an iron vice. He reached over putting his glasses on and he looked down to see Draco wrapped around him. He smiled serenely at him and laid back into the bed enjoying this side of Draco. He shifted slightly thus increasing the grip that Draco had around him. He closed his eyes and tentatively wrapped his own arms around Draco who let out a contented sigh which increased the smile on Harry's face.

Harry began drifting off to sleep again when a loud pop was heard within the room followed by a baritone chuckle. Harry's eyes flew open and immediately his wand was pointing in the direction that the laugh was coming from. Draco flung his head up knocking into Harry's chin. Harry let out a cry as his teeth cracked together and his chin began to bleed. Draco stared around the room wildly his eyes settling on how close he was to Harry. He pushed himself further away.

"What the hell Potter?! Didn't I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?!" Draco demanded angrily his hand massaging the spot on his head where he had knocked into Harry.

"Fuck you Malfoy! You're the one who was cuddling up to me! I did keep my hands to myself!" Harry yelled back.

"I did no such thing!" Draco yelled back.

"Actually Mr. Malfoy, you were the cuddler not Harry," Kingsley pointed out. Draco whipped his head to look at him in complete shock. Kingsley began laughing again.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked in as respectful of a tone as he could muster.

"I came for a status report," Kingsley replied.

"I'm sorry sir, but we've got very little for you. We looked around this whole area yesterday and came across nothing. Draco did manage to get some info from a citizen here. She told him that she saw Ben here and that he was fine, but then she saw him go somewhere else and when he came past her again, he was freaking out. She went to go see what may have caused him to act in such an odd way, but she saw nothing. The item may have a muggle repellant charm on it or something and so she couldn't see it. That's all we've got," Harry explained. Draco blushed at Harry using his first name which did not go missed by Kingsley.

"And are your plans today to head out and do more searching or are you two going to stay in bed all day and fight?" Kingsley asked with a grin.

Draco and Harry both blushed deeply. "No sir. We are heading out again today. How are things at home?" Draco asked.

"They are fine. Ben is still in St. Mungos and is improving slightly, but he still has some irrational thoughts. He still can't tell us what he came in contact with, but whatever it is, it appears to be wearing off. There have been no other cases reported so my guess is that it's still here," Kingsley explained.

"Well that's good then that he's getting better. I hope he continues to get better. We'll report back to you if we find anything," Harry said.

"Okay, good day then," Kingsley replied before chuckling and apparating away.

Draco and Harry sat there in silence for a moment. Draco shoved Harry before getting up from the bed. "I am not a cuddler," He said before walking towards the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. Harry rolled his eyes and stood up from the bed changing into a pair of khaki cargo shorts, a pair of trainers, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He walked over to the balcony and stared out across the water. He heard the bathroom door open, but he didn't turn around. He listened to Draco grumble about one thing or another as he got dressed.

"Are you ready Potter?" He demanded.

Harry turned around sighing. Draco was standing there dressed rather like him only he was wearing a navy blue short sleeved polo. Harry marveled at how sexy he looked as did Draco. He spelled his glasses to turn into sunglasses and he walked back in shutting the balcony doors behind him. He stalked towards Draco without giving him a second glance, well that Draco saw anyway.

"Let's go," He said quietly as he opened the door. Draco placed on some sunglasses as well and followed behind him.

When they got to the lobby Draco threw his arm over Harry's shoulders as they headed out the doors to catch a taxi. Harry wanted to throw his arm off since he was still rather annoyed with the blond, but knew they had to keep up their act.

"Where to?" The driver asked in heavily accented English.

"To the Genoese Lighthouse please," Harry told the driver. They climbed into the small car and rode in silence. When they arrived they both stepped out and Draco paid the driver. Harry walked ahead and stood against a railing as he looked out upon the sea. Draco stood back smiling softly as he watched Harry for a moment as the wind blew his unruly hair around he felt his heart melt before he walked over to him and schooled his features into indifference.

"Why did you choose this place first?" Draco asked as he took up a spot next to him.

"I figured we'd start here since this is the furthest point from the direction that woman pointed. We'll just work our way back and hit up every major place that Ben could have gone while here," Harry replied quietly as he continued to gaze out at the water.

Draco sighed. Harry was acting completely different once again and it bothered him. He didn't like this quiet Harry that had no fight in his voice. "What's bothering you Potter?" He asked.

Harry visibly closed his eyes and opened them again taking a deep breath. "Nothing Malfoy. Let's just go and get this done so we can go home. I don't want you to have to deal with me anymore than you already have," Harry replied. He pushed back from the railing and headed for the lighthouse. Draco stood there for a moment before he jogged after him and grabbed his arm.

"Harry, wait. I…" Draco began not able to find the words to express what he wanted to say.

Harry shook his arm off and continued up to the lighthouse without responding. Draco stared after him in defeat.

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The rest of the day was spent in silence aside from talking about possible items that related to the case. They went to Ovidiu's Square, The Roman Mosaics, the Casino, and the Naval Yard. They found absolutely nothing. There was remnant magic, but nothing to signify that a dark object had been there recently. They arrived back at the hotel utterly exhausted once again. They stood outside the doors not talking once again. Harry looked over to the sea and sighed. He started to turn towards the lobby doors.

"Harry, can I take you to dinner?" Draco asked shyly.

Harry stopped and turned to look at him. This was the second time today that Draco had used his given name kindly. He didn't know what made him respond the way he did next. "Yes," He replied quietly.

"And can I take you to the outdoor theatre?" He asked again.

"Why?" Harry answered with his own question.

"Well, when we went to Ovidiu's Square there was a paper that said that they were doing a show there for Ovid's best works and I thought you might like to join me at it," Draco replied again.

"Okay," Harry said. Draco smiled happily and they set off down the walkway towards the Azur Restaurant that was along the beach.

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After they ate dinner they made their way to the Mamaia Open Theatre for the show. Dinner was spent making small talk, but still rather awkward. It felt very much like a date, but Harry wasn't about to think that far into it or get his hopes up. He figured Draco was just being nice and making up for being a prat the past two days.

They found seats towards the front. "I've never heard of Ovid. Who is he?" Harry asked after awhile.

"He is a Roman poet that wrote a lot of love poems about all forms of love including some erotic forms. I don't think tonight's show includes that, but that's what he's known for. He's very popular as you can see by all the people that are here and the fact that a square is named after him," Draco explained.

Harry was about to respond, but the lights dimmed and the show began. It started out slow with a tale of Ovid's life. Then they launched into several poems and quotes and Harry found himself hanging on every word that was said.

"Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this way, and now hate that—but love, I think, is winning. I will hate, if I have strength; if not, I shall love unwilling." One actor said.

"Passion persuades me one way, reason another. I see the better and approve it, but I follow the worse." Another said.

Harry found himself glancing over to Draco who looked completely enraptured by the words as well.

"If you would conquer Love, he must be fought At his first onslaught; sprinkle but a drop Of water, the new-kindled flame expires." The next words were heard.

The words were hitting close to home and representing a lot of what Harry and Draco's relationship had become.

"He who says o'er much "I love not" is in love."

Could this be anymore like us? Harry and Draco both thought.

"I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate." And there it was.

Harry and Draco turned to each other, their eyes expressing every single emotion that they've ever had for each other. There was hate and anger prominent, but slowly it changed to curiosity, worry, fear, happiness, lust, and slowly, but surely love. They leaned towards each other not breaking eye contact and once they were within millimeters of brushing each other's lips the last line of the show was said: "Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears."

They didn't hear the last line, but it settled in their minds. They were so close to kissing when suddenly they could go no further as if an invisible shield was keeping them apart. They looked at each other in confusion and sat back. Harry felt something land on his hand and he looked down to see a small piece of parchment. He unrolled it turning so that Draco could read it as well.

Come home immediately. Things just got a whole lot worse. Mr. Kings.

Harry and Draco exchanged fearful looks and ran from the theatre and all the way back to their hotel to apparate home.