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A/N: Waaa~ I meant to post this on my birthday, but then I had a few computer problems *sniffles pitifully*

Chapter Three — July 3rd

Draco and Harry were continuing with their research when the bellboy came by with a letter back from Phier. It was a short message in a loopy girly handwriting.

The girl with green hair and nails. Kamikaze Grottos, Lamma Island. 3-5pm.
-Phier

It was still early in the morning, so the two partners decided to make the most of their trip and go sightseeing before the appointed time. Half an hour later the Auror team apparated into a wizarding building on Lamma Island. Lamma Island was a muggle area, but there were quite a few hidden wizarding buildings that muggles saw as trees and other plants tangled in a heap.

They spent most of the morning walking — hiking — up the mountain that made up muggle Lamma Island, enjoying the view. They had brought along a wizarding camera (glamoured to look like a muggle camera) and took turns snapping pictures of random things they saw. The sea view was beautiful, with mountains and skyscrapers on the other side tinted blue in contrast to the naturistic greens of the island around them. The sky was cloudy, although the sun managed to bear down on them and was therefore responsible for sweat marks on their shirts, much to Draco's dismay.

"No amount of cooling charms can outdo this fucking heat!" Draco fumed, popping open a few buttons of his shirt in a desperate attempt to cool down. He did not notice Harry's eyes taking in the shiny pale skin of the top of his chest revealed.

"Want to share a twin popsicle?" Harry asked, pointing to the vendor not too far in front of them on the path.

"Sure," Draco agreed eagerly, fanning himself with his hands. "Anything to help cool down."

Harry grinned and bounded ahead. By the time the blond caught up with him, he had one stick of the lime-and-pineapple twin popsicle broken off and was sucking and licking it quite *innocently* while holding the other stick out toward Draco. Draco told himself he was thinking too much and grabbed his own popsicle in a mission to devour as it was determined to melt all over him in a matter of seconds.

After lunch in one of the restaurants at the end of the path, the two friends continued walking through the tiny muggle shops. They would enter a store together, wander off on their own for about five minutes, buy anything that caught their fancy, and then meet the other by the door. In Draco's opinion, the shops were much too plebian for his taste, but he was grateful beyond reason that they had those machines that muggles used in place of cooling charms. He would probably never understand why Harry had insisted to go through all of the Muggle tourist areas in the morning, but if put under veriterserum, Draco would probably admit that he, too, was having fun. Besides, it was amusing to watch Potter run around and picking up trinkets like a little kid.

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Unfortunately, as the muggles say, time flies when you're having fun, and three in the afternoon approached them. Harry and Draco apparated from one of the hidden wizarding shops to the cave mentioned by Phier as Draco absolutely refused to walk all the way back to the other side of the mountain when there were much more comfortable methods of transportation.

As they approached the back wall of the cave that the muggles marked as historical due to Japanese bombing, Harry prodded Draco in the arm. "She's not here."

"Obviously," Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. He knew he sounded crabby, but he had had to walk in the blasted heat for hours and there was something familiar about Phier's handwriting. He had spent most of the morning trying to figure out what it was that bothered him.

"Let's sit and wait," Harry suggested, plopping down on a rock and patting the one next to him.

Draco scrunched up his nose. "That rock is filthy." Instead, he wandered the back wall.

"Suit yourself," Harry replied, pulling out the files again to read them over.

Draco made a noise of acknowledgement as he traced the back wall with a finger. Unlike the rest of the cave's walls, it was not made up of a pile of rocks, but rather smooth and flat with a few rocks poking out of the lower part of the wall. Curious, he pushed at the wall, and was surprised to see it go through.

"Harry," he called over his shoulder. There was a pause in the noise of papers ruffling and Draco knew Harry was looking at him. "I think the wall's just a magical barrier, like the wall leading to Platform 9¾."

Draco waited until he could hear Harry's footsteps behind him before he pushed harder and walked straight through the wall. The scene before him was incredible. He was standing in a long, angular room. The smooth, magic-honed, stone walls were charmed to show the lists of artifacts and their prices. Black Market dealers were all over, exchanging galleons and HKD, slipping each other dark artifacts, and casting silencing bubbles to argue in.

"Wow," said Harry as he stepped into the room behind Draco. Draco nodded. Even his father, who participated in dark trading circles, never told him about hidden places like this, if he knew about them. Harry quickly cast glamour on himself. When Draco raised an eyebrow at the action, Harry explained, "I'm famous for catching people like these, Draco. We don't want any excess attention."

"Good idea." Draco agreed. "I see her, over there."

He nodded toward a girl across the room with a head of vivid lime green hair that could not be achieved by dyeing. A black hat with white lace sat crookedly on the side of her head. She wore a frilly dress in the punk Lolita style; the chest and the long sleeves of the dress were designed like a blouse with black ruffled short sleeves over it. The skirt was layered, white on bottom, black on top. Black bows decorated the flared sleeves, chest, and neck-tight collar and matched the bows tied with the ribbons of the girl's stilettos that wrapped around the girl's ankles.

When they got closer, they could tell the girl was slumped against the stone wall and twirling an unlit muggle cigarette through her fingers; fingers with nails the same color as her hair and little sparkly black skull-and-crossbones stickers on each one.

"You're Phier?" Harry asked, reaching the girl first.

"Pretty boy, you're the one the Ministry sent?" The girl straightened and gave Harry a look-over. "You look too stubborn to work with me."

"I am not stubborn!" Harry protested.

"You can be," Draco drawled, coming up behind them.

Phier's kohl-lined brown eyes widened in recognition as she took in Draco's appearance. "House of Malfoy?"

"Yes, Draco Malfoy," Draco confirmed.

She smirked. "Very well, my people have done business with the Malfoys before."

Harry gave Draco a look. "My ancestors were familiar with Dark artifact trading." Draco shrugged. "Doesn't mean I'm evil as well."

Phier laughed and applauded him. "Very good. I like the way you do things, Draco Malfoy. I will work with you. Will you introduce me to you friend?"

"Harry Potter," Draco nodded towards the brunet. "You must have heard of him before?"

She raised her eyebrow, swiftly flipping her cigarette around in her fingers until she had it in a wand grip and pointed it at Harry. "Finite Incantatem."

Harry's glamour dropped and the girl's eyes flashed in recognition. She nodded and smirked, "I see. Well, what else do you need to know? I have told the Ministry what I can."

"We could do with your real name," Harry suggested, putting up his glamour again before anyone could see.

"I can't tell you that," Phier smirked, and "I still have to run a business here."

"We should arrest you for working in the black market," Harry growled, shaking his wand from his wrist holster and into his hand.

"But we can't," Draco pointed out, blocking Harry from raising his wand. "This is Chinese territory, Harry; we only have permission to arrest those involved with Wyclyve."

"Listen to your boyfriend, Potter," Phier sneered.

"He's not -"

"Your boyfriend yet, I know," She cut him off. Harry tried not to blush as Draco eyed him suspiciously.

"How -" Harry started to ask, but the girl had already turned and leaned over so her mouth was next to Draco's ear.

"My name is Avril. But don't let your partner know or I'll hex your balls off," Phier breathed. "And yes, I do know a spell for that."

Draco nodded slowly, confused, but quickly snapping back into Auror mode. He pulled out a Quick Quotes Quill, sucked on the tip, and placed it onto a sheet of parchment. "You don't mind if I take notes, do you?" Avril shook her head. "Well, what do you know about Wyclyve?"

"I told the Ministry already," The green haired girl spoke in English. Spoken translation charms tended to confuse the quill. "Robert's been bothering me for ages about Viviane's Lake and I want him to stay the hell away from me."

"Why has he been bothering you about it?" Draco questioned.

Avril sighed impatiently, her pretty face twisted into a scowl. "Because he wants me to sell it to him, stupid."

"You have Viviane's Lake?" Harry shouted in surprise. Avril glared at him and waved her cigarette-wand, casting a silencing bubble around them.

"Of course I have it. But I don't plan to sell it to Robert."

"What was his price?" Draco asked as the same time Harry asked "Why didn't you turn it in?"

Avril merely smirked as the two partners looked at each other in disbelief.

"Why didn't she turn it in? Are you brainless, Potter?"

"Well, she should have! It's a Dark Artifact!"

Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. "She's a Black Market dealer! Putting herself out of business is a bit counter-productive, isn't it?"

"But it's illegal to own it! We should confiscate it!" Harry exclaimed, waving his arms, agitated.

Avril snickered, causing both boys to startle. They had forgotten her presence during their little fight. "That's why I don't have it on me, idiots. Besides, it doesn't matter what his price was, because it was passed down for generations in my family. I don't plan to ever sell it."

Draco nodded in understanding. His own father had left him many Malfoy heirlooms and even though he never wanted to turn out like his ancestors, he couldn't stand the idea of being the Malfoy to break the tradition.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly messing up his hair. "Do you know why Wyclyve wants the mirror?"

Avril frowned as she thought it over. "I can't be sure, but I think he wants to use it on someone. He keeps offering high prices and saying that he needs it for something. Won't tell me what, though."

"Who does he want to use it on?"

"Don't know," Avril shrugged. "I don't pay attention to what Robert does. I don't know who he has good or bad relationships with."

"What would you say your relationship with Wyclyve is like?" Draco asked, watching the Chinese girl carefully. "Friends? Family? Business partners?"

"Ex-lovers."

"What?" Harry gaped at her.

"We dated for a bit several years back. I was Robert's last girlfriend. It's like he gave up on love when he found out I was only playing with him," Avril shrugged. "I never really cared about our relationship. Didn't think he did either until we broke up."

"You never thought he might want to use the mirror on you?" Draco asked.

"He might," Avril replied nonchalantly, studying her nails as if she hadn't just admitted her ex was planning to kill everyone she cared about.

"You're not worried?"

"He can't hurt me," She sneered, "He doesn't have the mirror. I do."

Draco nodded and turned to Harry, silently asking him if he had any more questions. Harry turned back to Avril. "Are you sure Wyclyve won't be able to get his hands on the mirror?"

"Only my sister, other than myself, knows where it's hidden," She confirmed. "And to be quite honest, I'm not on the best of terms with my sister, so my house is warded against her."

"How should we contact you, if need be?"

"Send an owl. Or come visit me."

"Visit you?" inquired Draco.

"At my flat. Tap your wand three times on the door and I'll know it's you." She ripped off a corner of the parchment and tapped her glamoured wand on it. An address began writing itself in an elegant, flowing, script. She handed it to Draco, who slipped it into his pocket. "Will that be all?"

"Why did you meet us here? Aren't you afraid we'll tell the Ministry where you Black Market Dealers meet?" Harry wondered out loud.

"Oh, very well, ruin my fun," Avril sighed, twirling her cigarette-wand dramatically. "I thought I wouldn't have to obliviate you, but since you plan on telling, I guess I can —"

"We aren't planning on telling," Draco injected hurriedly, giving Harry a what-did-you-say-that-for? glare. "but what if we did? You don't seem all that concerned about it."

Avril smirked. "I'm not concerned about it. There's a charm on the passageway that you came in. Binds you so that you can't let anyone know where the cave is. You couldn't tell even if you wanted to."

"That's dark magic," Harry noted.

"Most that use this cave are dark wizards, or wizarding mafia," Avril explained. She pointed her wand to the side and cast a temprus. The conjured numbers indicated ten minutes to five in the afternoon. "My, does time fly. Until we meet again, then." And with a crack, the green-haired girl disapperated.

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By the time the two Aurors finally got back to the hotel, Draco had already whined Harry's ear off.

"I'm so tired; I don't think I'll walk for a week. You'll have to carry me to the tub, Potter. Bridal-style, please, it's much more comfortable," Draco ordered jokingly, flopping backwards onto the soft, fluffy bed. His silver-blond hair was in disarray, not sticking up like Harry's did, but rather like a post-shag type of messy.

To Harry's mortification, he felt his face flush red for a moment before he turned his head away. "Shall I levitate you then?" Harry was relieved to hear his voice sound calm, and with a teasing edge to boot. "I must warn you, though; I'm quite tired and won't be held responsible if I drop you on your head."

"Prat." Harry could practically hear Draco's eye roll. There was a shuffle of the sheets and then Draco was shuffling past him and into the bathroom. "I'll be taking an extra-long bath to save myself from this long, painful walk you could have saved me from."

Normally, Harry would have groaned in agitation — Draco's 'extra-long showers' usually lasted at least a full three hours long. Tonight, however, Harry was grateful. Quickly, he pulled the camera out of his robes and hit it with a developing spell. In minutes, Harry had a pile of pictures he and Draco had taken from their sightseeing trip before and after their meeting with Phier. He flipped through the photos, pausing to smile at a few of them. There was one of Draco, shirt unbuttoned halfway, blond hair blowing in the wind as he licked his green and yellow popsicle as he looked out toward the sea. Another photo featured Draco in one of the muggle shops, pretending to be bored but peeking around when he thought no one was looking.

After nearly two hours of riffling through pictures, picking out a few significant and favorite photos, and casting duplication spells, Harry can finally completed his little project.

A scrapbook, one Harry had bought from Lamma Island, was decorated and filled with pictures, complete with captions. Other than a few blank spaces purpously left out for Draco to add his own favorites, there were landscape pictures, portraits of Draco, but what was the most unique about it were the pictures of the graffiti all over Lamma Island. What made them unique was that they were artistic and more decorative than destructive.

'Love is All You Need', 'LOVE', and 'I [heart] U' were examples of words written on the wall in multi-colored and rainbow paints.

Harry had just finished his last sticking charm when the doorbell rang. A quick thanks to the bellboy and his gift to Draco for the day was complete. A wicker basket of roses sat atop the sitting room table next to the half-finished puzzle from the day before. The scrapbook, with the daily letter stuck to the inside cover, was tucked in snuggly next to the flowers.

"Who came by?" Draco's voice floated out from the bathroom.

Harry smiled. "Your admirer, of course."

A/N: Thoughts on Phier/Avril? Robert Wyclyve? Does anyone see what I'm doing with them? I'm starving for feedback here! (Common, it's my birthday, pleeeease?)