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Chapter One — July 1st
It was just past midnight when they finally arrived at the wizarding hotel in Hong Kong, the place Wyclyve was off to next, according to the Ministry's sources. Wyclyve and his partners were traveling to different countries, trading and buying internationally illegal dark artifacts and shipping them back to Britain to sell. The different Ministries over the world had agreed to allow the British Ministry to send a team of Aurors to help try to stop the black market trader. Harry and Draco were the best team they had, surprisingly, and they had been following the Wyclyve case from the very beginning. They were easily chosen as the team sent around the world to catch the international lawbreaker.
"Bathroom: acceptable…Sitting room: very nice…Closet: not big enough…" Draco ticked off as he stepped into the hotel room he and Harry were supposed to share. Suddenly, he froze halfway down the hall. "Why the bloody hell is there only one bed?"
Harry peeked around the corner where Draco was standing and staring — sneering — at a bed. It was a rather nice, even considering though the ones he had slept in before on previous international Auror trips, and they were always very nice since Draco always picked the hotel. This bed was very elegant, almost as if it was a decoration, and yet it looked soft and comforting. Four fluffy white pillows along with three decorative ones, two squares and one cylindrical, sat atop the bed. Turquoise and gold decorative curtains graced the wooden headboard and a matching golden runner lay across the end of the bed. The bed looked deliciously inviting, in Harry's opinion, and the idea of sharing a bed with Draco definitely added to the 'delicious' part of that idea.
"Potter, must you be incapable of booking a hotel room with two beds?" Draco scowled.
"Sorry," Harry said, not sounding sorry at all.
"Well, you're sleeping on the sofa. I refuse to relinquish the bed due to your incompetence."
"The bed is fucking huge, Draco. Besides, there would be room left over even if you slept with your arms stretched to the fullest," Harry pointed out. "You wouldn't even notice we're sharing a bed."
Draco glared at him, the silent I-don't-bloody-care hanging in the air unsaid. Harry just grinned back.
"Fine," Draco eventually relented, "But if you so much as touch me in your sleep, I won't hesitate kick you off."
Harry just rolled his eyes, turning around and heading to the bathroom to change into nightclothes for a few hours of sleep before they had to start tracking Wyclyve.
When Harry made it back to the bedroom, he found that Draco had already slipped into bed and was buried among all of the fluffy pillows, his platinum hair splayed out around his head; the blue decorative pillows were tossed onto the ground, forgotten.
He would be a pillow hog, Harry thought amusedly, opening his trunk to put his things away only to find Draco had claimed the closet and dresser save for one small drawer. A few wooden hangers were in the drawer, with a note saying 'Hang up your dress robes or they'll get wrinkled.' attached to it. Harry eyed the note amusedly and decided to steal a pillow and crawl into bed instead; he would unpack in the morning, just to annoy Draco.
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Draco awoke in the afternoon to someone ringing the doorbell to the hotel room.
"Why is it so fucking bright?" He groaned, rolling out of bed and squinting his eyes at bright rays of sunlight streaming in through the glass wall in the sitting room that looked out over the Hong Kong sea view.
The doorbell chimed again. "Bloody Potter," Draco walked to the door, scowling and trying to smooth down his hair, "probably forgot the room password."
He opened the door to find a young bellboy at the door with a levitated tray piled with letters and a few packages behind him. "Hello," the bellboy said rather pleasantly, though his smile wavered a bit when he saw Draco's scowl.
He then proceeded to prattle off something in Chinese, to which Draco couldn't understand since he didn't have time to cast a translation charm.
"Could I get that English?" Draco asked, scowl darkening even more.
"I have a delivery for the guests in room 3807, would that be you, sir?"
"Yes," Draco answered, his tone still crabby from just waking up. "I'm in the room, aren't I?"
"Here you go." The bellboy picked up the stack of letters from the tray and handed it to Draco before turning around again.
Assuming that was all, Draco started to shut the door again, only to have the bellboy yelp, "Wait!"
"What now?" Draco snapped.
"This is for you too," the bellboy said, plopping a bouquet of blood red roses before moving down the hallway. "Sign here."
Slamming the door behind him, Draco made his way back into the sitting room, placing the letters and flower on the round dining table by the wall of windows.
"Letters from Kingsley...Potter fan mail...Chinese Ministry of Magic...Potter fan mail...Letters from Mother...and more Potter fan mail," Draco muttered as he sorted the letters into piles. He glared at the significantly larger pile. "Why must Potter get all this fan mail even when he's out of the country?"
He then turned his gaze to the roses. He supposed it was from another ridiculous Boy-Who-Lived fangirl, since neither he nor Harry were seeing anyone at the moment, and therefore was surprised to see his own name written across the outside in a flowing script. Inside was a drawing of a miniature calendar showing the month of July. A tiny red heart was drawn around the little '1' that marked the first. Two lines were also written, also in red ink, under the calendar:
1573
一往情深
Folded inside the card was a note:
Dearest Draco,
How would you take it if I told you I fancied you? You might think I was fooling around, joking, teasing.
But it's the truth. That's why I won't tell you who I am. Not yet.
Please don't reject me right away — give me a month to try to persuade you, tell you how I feel about you.
If you want me gone by the end of this time, I won't bother you again. But I ask a month.
Thirty-One roses for Thirty-One days.
There was no signature.
A secret admire, then? Draco thought, eyebrows rising in amusement. He couldn't think of anyone he knew who would bother with something so childish. Silly as it was, Draco couldn't help but feel a little flattered to receive an anonymous love letter. Besides, Draco loved a mystery; it was one of the reasons he became an Auror and everyone knew it.
Just then, the lock on the hotel door clicked and Harry stepped into the room, cheeks flushed and dripping with sweat.
"Harry. Shower. Now. I will not have you contaminate the room this early into the trip."
"Merlin, it's hot out; that's the best idea you've had all day. Not that you've had many, I assume, since you look like you just got up," Harry teased, pulling off his outer robes as he spoke.
"There is a time difference," Draco sniffed. "And I look perfectly fine the way I am."
"Never said you looked any other way," Harry replied. "But you missed the meeting with the Chinese Ministry. They understood about the jet lag; there wasn't much they needed to talk about anyway. Just said they'd assist us to the best of their abilities, they want Wyclyve to be captured too, you know, that stuff. They sent you a formal letter since you weren't there. Did you get it?"
At this point, Harry looked at the letters Draco was standing next to and caught sight of the roses. "Someone send flowers?"
"Yes," Draco answered stiffly.
"Who?"
"Doesn't say. Some secret admire."
"Lucky you, eh?" Harry grinned before ducking into the bathroom.
"Yeah, lucky me," Draco said to himself, glancing at the bouquet out of the corner of his eye.
A/N: Yeah so it's really cheesy fluff. I wrote this while waiting at the bank today and this came out … this chapter was really long. The room described is actually my hotel room in Macau, but the view is the one I'm looking at outside my window right now in Hong Kong. Pictures will be posted on my LJ.
Just incase anyone's wondering; half of the places/things I'll include in the story are actually places I went to and saw ^_^ And the little Chinese thing with the numbers is actually what Chinese people use for texting, chats, IM, etc. See this link for more explanations: www (dot) yellowbridge (dot) com (slash) chinese (slash) pagercodes (dot) php
~TBC~