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A/N: This chapter is Part Two. It is pure H/D love

Chapter 7 — July 7th (Part Two)

"Wrong way, Potter," Draco called out, laughing as he strolled down the hallway of lifts.

"The lobby's over there," Harry said, brows furrowed together and pointing somewhere behind them as he followed.

"But we're not going to the lobby, are we?" Draco asked, grinning widely. It was the grin that screamed 'I'm plotting something evil! Beware!' and had Harry on edge.

Stepping inside the lift at the very end, the one that led from G to LG5, according to the plaque above the doors, Draco's grin only got wider. He pushed the little round LG2 button, practically dancing up and down, when he started humming. It was cute to see Draco so excited, Harry mused. Still, the grin was quite unnerving.

The doors of the lift slid open with a ping! Draco sauntered out and away, still humming without a care in the world. Harry, however, barely made it out of the lift before he froze in place. "Draco...what is this?"

Lined up against each wall and in-between, were rows and rows of shiny, expensive muggle cars.

"We're driving," Draco said cheerfully, twirling his car keys around a finger.

Harry rushed after him. "But Draco, you...don't drive."

"Yes, I do," Draco insisted, stopping next to a silver SLK with the top down. "I've been behind the wheel a few times before."

Harry cringed at the thought of the times he had seen Draco 'behind the wheel'. Draco always drove like a madman. "Where did you get a car anyway?"

"Heart's boyfriend," Draco replied, making the car locks click open as he pressed a button on his mini-remote. "He said he'd lend me this one after he saw my driving. It's a new model."

"When did he see your driving?" Harry asked

"Last night," said Draco casually, waving it off.

"You drove home drunk?" He leaned forward onto the car door, a silent refusal to get in when the blond motioned for him to.

"I was fine," Draco boasted. "Besides, I won against everyone I raced even after I was drinking."

"How...oh, nevermind," Harry said as he realized that Draco had gone street racing, where speed limits and traffic rules were typically broken. That thought brought up new worries. "You're not going to drive like that now, are you?"

"Potter," Draco stretched out the word, a dark, icy expression taking over his pointy but defined features. "I am perfectly capable of driving you and me safely to lunch." When Harry continued to look at him with disbelief, he leaned across the passenger seat and twisted a finger into Harry's tie, using it to yank their faces close together. "Don't you trust me?"

Harry was staring straight into Draco's eyes. They were an abnormal colour of dark golden-grey in the dim yellow-orange lighting of the parking lot. Golden eyelashes framed those breathtaking eyes, fanning out in a contrast to his pale skin, which now had an orange flush in the strange lighting. Draco's lips were parted, ruby red and wet from when he spoke. Harry licked his lips.

"Harry?" Draco's voice threw Harry out of his trance and he jerked backwards.

"Uh...yeah. Of course I trust you. Why wouldn't I trust you? I mean, we're partners. Partners, yeah. Work partners," Harry babbled, feeling the flush rising through his neck and cheek. Draco arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, I think I'll get in now."

"Okay," Draco replied, giving him an odd look before turning away to start the car. Harry plopped down into the passenger seat and refused to look at Draco, embarrassed. Gods, what would Draco say if he knew how Harry felt about him? It would ruin everything.

"You might want to put that seatbelt on," Draco drawled, forgetting — or ignoring, Harry wasn't sure which — the awkward moment just a few minutes ago.

"Huh?" Harry asked, lifting his head to look at Draco. Unfortunately, Draco's attention was already on something else.

Before Harry could so much as register what was going on, Draco put the car in reverse, swerved out of the parking space, changed gear, and shot straight ahead, narrowly missing a cement column in the process.

"Malfoy, maybe you should slow down a little," Harry commented in a strangled voice as he struggled to yank down the seatbelt.

"Potter, are you doubting my driving skills?" Draco drawled, turning his head completely around to look at Harry.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" Harry yelled, finally winning the struggle against the seatbelt and was blindly stabbing it at the slot. Draco turned back around just in time to swerve around a corner.

The blonde laughed, a happy smile adorning his face. "Don't worry, this car is magically enhanced."

"You magically enhanced it?" Harry yelped, thinking back to the 'magically enhanced' Ford Angela he and Ron drove to Hogwarts. Or more specifically, thinking back to the 'magically enhanced' Ford Angela he and Ron had crashed at Hogwarts.

"Not me. Heart's boyfriend did. It's his job," Draco grinned.

"Magically enhanced cars are not safe!"

"The ones he makes are. This one has, extension charm in the trunk, a shield charm against physical objects, a variant of Salvio Hexia to protect it from exploding if it got hit by a hex, disillusionment, muggle-repelling, and silencing charms that can be turned on and off, and a strong anti-dent charm woven together with a cushioning charm. So even if we crashed, the car would simply bounce away unscathed," Draco replied proudly. "You can't even scratch this car."

"Yeah but those charms wear out after long term use!" Harry argued, still thinking about that poor Ford Angela while hanging onto his seat for dear life.

"Not these ones," Draco commented while making yet another dangerous swerve to change to a side street with less traffic. "He's made them permanent. The ones on his cars from ten years back are still working perfectly and they drive like this every day."

"Draco, please, slow down," Harry begged, trying to keep his stomach from jumping up into his throat. His fingers were starting to hurt from gripping the chair so hard.

"Oh all right, be a buzzkill," Draco scowled, but he finally took mercy on the gas pedal. "But only because we're there."

He pulled into the car park at Pacific Place at a much more reasonable speed, parking with a skill Harry didn't realize Draco had.

"We still have to walk a bit. It's just above and out the mall," said Draco. He waited for Harry to stagger out before he pushed his mini-remote for the automatic top to go up and put up the muggle-repelling charms.

"Where are we going?"

"Domani. It's a muggle restaurant for the best Italian dining and wine," Draco replied. Harry chuckled. Draco would know all the high-class places to eat, even muggle ones in a country he never visited before.

"I'm not sure if I can manage to eat after that driving," Harry teased.

Draco sniffed and snuck his nose in the air. "A Gryffindor like you just wouldn't understand an art like speeding."

"I'm pretty sure as an Auror, you shouldn't be driving at illegal speeds, Draco," Harry mock-scolded.

Draco smirked and slung a — friendly, Harry reminded himself —arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him close so he could speak in his ear, "And why would I care?"

Harry blushed when he felt Draco's warm breath tickle his ear, but laughed anyway. "You wouldn't."

"Exactly. Lunch for two, please?" He turned to the Chinese lady welcoming them.

She smiled and grabbed two menus from behind her before leading them up a few steps to their left, "Will this table be alright?"

"It's perfect," Draco purred, finally dropping his arm from Harry's shoulders. Harry didn't know whether to miss its presence or be relieved as his flushed cheeks could no longer be blamed on the heat of the outdoors.

"Very well, your waiter will be with you shortly," she replied, giggling at the two of them before prancing away.

"It's a beautiful place, isn't it?" Draco asked dreamily.

"Yes..." Harry replied, gazing around. And it was beautiful. Creamy white columns led up to a swirling ceiling of the same colour, with cleverly-hidden golden spotlights all around the building, including the walls, the bar, and the ceiling. Thin, Chocolate-coloured translucent curtains hung around the rounded front and the drinks area while a wall of glass decorated the restaurant section. The view was magnificent, with gardens, outdoor seating areas, and of course, blue, mirror-like skyscrapers and a blue sky with quick-moving clouds gliding across it.

Harry glanced at Draco, who was gazing out the window with a small smile curving his lips and sunlight playing across his creamy skin and silken hair. A few buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned and it ruffled slightly in the breeze of the air conditioning. Harry found himself following the faint trail of pale blond chest hair and wishing the shirt into nonexistence. Merlin, the blond was gorgeous. Harry grabbed his water and gulped it down, as his mouth had just suddenly gone dry.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked, causing Harry to choke on his water.

Shit. Did he notice I was checking him out?

"Harry? You okay?" Draco asked; he leaned close and ran a soothing hand on Harry's back, which did not help calm him down at all.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Harry choked out once he stopped coughing.

Draco arched and eyebrow and gave him a disbelieving look, but turned away to the waiter walking up to them and started rattling off orders while Harry tried to will his blood away from his cheeks and groin.

"Do you have any ideas what you want to do the rest of the day off?" Draco asked once he was finished.

"We could walk around muggle areas," Harry suggested. "After all, we might run into some of those hidden half-blood buildings."

"Walk, not drive?" Draco teased.

"No," Harry responded firmly. "Most muggles walk everywhere anyway. We'll just come back for the car after dinner."

"Alright," Draco relented. He laughed and held up his hands in defeat.

Lunch came and went by quickly after that.. In Harry's opinion, each plate of food was so beautifully decorated it deserved to be in an art gallery, not eaten, despite how sinfully good it tasted and he said so as they walked back the way they came. Draco snickered at that. "An art gallery? Really, Potter, one would think you've never seen decent food before, even if it is cooked by muggles."

"That was not merely decent. It was a bloody work of art! I didn't want to destroy it, but alas, my stomach overpowered me," Harry replied dramatically.

"Sure," Draco drawled. "Shall we walk around then, since you refuse to let me drive?" he asked, looking hopeful that Harry would change his mind.

"We should definitely walk." He grinned widely.

"Prat." Draco smiled as he said it. It was the rare smile that Harry loved; it made all their insults and arguments a mere game played out of habit, unlike the evil twist of the lips the blond wore back in his Slytherin days. This was the smile of their friendship.

"Is there something on my face?" Draco asked feeling his jaw for a stray piece of food or other disasters while eyeing Harry.

"No, why?"

"You were staring at my jaw with a creepy grin on your face," Draco replied, amused.

Harry looked away. "I did not have a creepy grin on your face."

"You mean your face is like that?" Harry cuffed him upside the head. "Ow! I was joking! We all know your good looks are second only to my own," Draco leered, rubbing his bruised skull.

"Hush, you." Harry ducked his head and hid his face with his fringe.

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Draco loved going on international Auror missions. What was better than vacationing during work and given an excuse for it? Not to mention having all expenses covered by the ministry as well. The company wasn't bad at all either, considering he and Harry were around each other more than any other person. They shared an office, hung out at the same places, hell, they spent more time at each other's flats than they did at their own (granted, most of it was discussing cases after work, but still.) He and Harry had been sent to so many places before; it was only fair the best Auror team was the one sent to work with International Affairs.

"Let's go to Causeway Bay."

"Hmm?" Draco hummed in question, pulled out of his musings.

"I want to go to Causeway Bay," Harry repeated. "Come on. The MTR stations just ahead."

"Sure." It wasn't like he had any better ideas.

They bought their tickets from a metal box with little dots all over it — whatever it was muggles called it — and slipped into the MTR. It was rather empty at this time of the day, after lunch break but not tea break yet for those working, which were really most of the people who rode the MTR anyway.

"What made you want to go to Causeway Bay anyway?"

Harry shrugged. "There's more places to walk around in, I heard. There's this arcade I want to go to."

Draco raised an eyebrow. He'd have to ask for list of places to visit from Avril. Wouldn't do for Potter to know the city when he didn't. "You heard?"

"Er…yeah," Harry said, looking away from Draco and frowning as he moved over for a young man in a business suit with a saxophone case and a bright red backpack to get in. The man was shifting around strangely, eyeing Harry and Draco as if he was wary of the two Brits towering over him.

Draco ignored him. "Who did you hear it from?"

"Just some salesgirl," Harry replied, still refusing to meet Draco's eyes.

"What's her name?" Draco asked, leaning closer, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"W-what?" stuttered Harry. He tried to lean away but the man with the saxophone case was blocking him. "Ting Ting, I t-think. Why?"

"Was she pretty?" Draco breathed into Harry's ear.

Harry turned and glared at Draco. "Don't do that. You know I don't like girls."

"Really?" Draco asked, all innocent. Harry rolled his eyes at him.

The train doors opened then and Harry accidentally stumbled into the man with the saxophone case as he walked out. "Oops. Sorry."

The man stared at Harry for a second before turning and bolting down the tunnel like someone was after him.

"Huh. Wonder what's with that guy," Draco commented as they strolled down the tunnel and left the gates.

"Don't know," Harry replied. "He looks familiar, though. This way."

The two partners took the exit behind Sogo and crossed though a passageway that led to Hong Kong's World Trade Centre (the muggle one). Harry dragged Draco into a lift and pushed the giant rectangle labelled "6" and grinned like a muggleborn child going to Diagon Alley for the first time.

The doors slid open to an arcade, filled with crane machines and video games. "Why are we here, Potter?" Draco drawled. "Everyone here is half our age."

Harry shushed him, pulling him around a corner to giant booths with Japanese girls and blokes across them. "Let's take sticker pictures!

"No!" Draco cried out in disbelief. Harry laughed at the horror Draco knew was etched into him face. "That's such a…girly…thing!"

"No, it's not," Harry whined, ducking behind the curtains of a booth in the back. "Here, in the back. No one will see you."

It took a bit more whining and begging before Draco finally relented, and that was only because a group of girls were walking by and he didn't want to be seen. Potter, of course, picked all sort of frilly backgrounds with hearts and other strange decorations that freaked Draco out a bit. Nevertheless, it really was quite amusing to make silly poses and maybe that was why when Harry gave him a bone-crushing hug for one, Draco hugged him back in the three seconds they had before the camera snapped a shot. Decorating the pictures was a hilarious process as well. They experimented with the different add-ons and wrote their own bubbly captions. Draco even kept his half of the pictures.

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After a bit more wandering, they decided on dinner, which went by quickly as well. They ended up going to a sushi place across the street and sat there talking for so long it was starting to get dark. Draco had ordered round after round of beer (he was not-so-secretly very fond of the muggle drink) in his high from the successful day and Harry was starting to feel a little worried, considering he was a bit tipsy himself.

"Draco, I don't care how happy you are. You really shouldn't drink any more." He signalled for the bill. The waitress came rushing over and Harry handed a wad of cash for her. "Keep the change." She nodded rapidly and hurried away while glancing at Draco with a worried look in her eye.

"No – hic! – I'm – hic! – fine! Another one!" Draco laughed to the ceiling.

"No. We're going back to the hotel." He looped an arm around Draco's waist and hauled until he stumbled out onto the street. "You can drink when we get back."

"Nonononono," Draco giggled — yes, giggled — shaking his head so hard his blond locks smacked Harry in the face. "You. Me. Beer – hic! – now!"

"Dray-co," Harry pleaded. God the man was heavy. "Move."

Draco stumbled a few steps ahead, nearly walking straight into the road while chanting "moremoremore".

Harry groaned, snagging Draco's hand and pulling him back.

"Look Harry, it's raining!" Draco laughed, head thrown back and bared to the sky. "Lemme cast an impermeable char—"

"No!" Harry yelled, ignoring the sudden downpour in favour of snagging Draco's arm away from his pocket and consequently, his wand. "I'll buy us an umbrella. Don't move."

He rushed over to the nearest 7-11 and bought a muggle umbrella, hurrying back to Draco, who was already drenched from head to toe and was looking horribly depressed about it although he didn't move from the spot. Damn the weather on the island. It really fulfilled the 'when it rains, it pours' saying.

"Draco, you're going to catch a cold," Harry said worriedly; he pulled Draco close so the umbrella would cover them both.

"I'm wet, Harry," Draco pouted. "I don't – hic! – like being wet. It's ruining my – hic! – day."

"Draco, just let us get out of muggle eyes and I'll apparate us back to the hotel. We'll get the car tomorrow." Fortunately, the words must have penetrated Draco's alcohol-induced fog, because he started staggering over to a side street. Malfoy hung onto Harry's arm as if it was a lifeline, collapsing onto a wall when he finally reached it and pulling Harry with him. Harry was pretty sure the flush creeping up his skin now had nothing to do with the drinks he'd had and everything about the close proximity of their bodies. Not sure he wanted to chance Draco leaning forward just a little bit and finding out exactly what Harry was feeling, Harry apparated.

Unfortunately, apparating straight into the bedroom while drunk was not a good idea.

Harry gasped as Draco landed on top of him, barely holding himself up by his hands, staring straight into each others eyes, their faces mere inches away. The umbrella was flung out of the way and forgotten. "Har…ry?"

"Yes, Draco?" he breathed. God he hoped Draco wouldn't notice his condition. Or maybe he did and wanted the blond to do something about it. Whatever; he couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

"Are we on the bed?"

"…Yes."

"Good."

And with that, Draco collapsed completely, asleep.

A/N: HAHA! I got you there at the end, didn't I? *cackles like the evil Slytherin I am*

Here's the true parts of this chapter: 1) Domani is a real restaurant. I've only gone there for drinks, but I've seen the food and it looks good as hell. It's also expensive as hell too. 2) This is from Part One, but the lovebirds' objects (I used cups) are something that's quite popular. I don't know if it's as common in other countries, but I decided to put it in since I've seen so many different styles and my cousin gave one to her boyfriend this last Valentines Day, to be exact. 3) I really did see a guy with a red bag running out of the MTR like his life depended on it while holding an instrument case. 4) It really did downpour one day (the eleventh, to be exact) and I tried to convince the people I was with to let me run out and buy a damn umbrella from a newspaper stand. They didn't let me (I don't know why) so I made it rain in this chapter to take out my anger *laughs* 5) I love sticker pictures. It is more of a girl's thing, but couples do it all the time and I had to make Harry and Draco do it because of that.

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