Utterly Broken

Chapter Fourteen

"There's only one bed?!" Draco shouted at the man at the front desk, "My family had funded this hotel for years! And you can't even get me a room with two beds!"

The man stared up at Draco through his thick brown moustache, completely unafraid. Harry supposed it was because he had to deal with the Malfoy family for years, as Draco had said before. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Malfoy. We have no other rooms available-"

"Then kick someone out!" 

Standing awkwardly in the background, Harry mouthed 'sorry' to the man at the desk, who simply just nodded slightly back. "I hope you understand, Mr. Malfoy, that we cannot do that-"

"Like hell, you can't! I will have you fir-"

"Draco," Harry interrupted, "I'm okay with sharing... I mean..." Damn it Harry, don't make it sexual, "I mean...?"

The blond looked back at Harry, a soft expression covering the icy rage, "You will?" Before Harry could reply Draco turned back to the bushy haired man, "At least tell me its a King sized bed?"

"Of course. And, Mr. Malfoy, my condolences," Immediately Draco's expression disappeared, replaced by an empty mask.

Draco smiled emptily at him, "Thank you."

The moustached man simply bowed in return, before calling for a bag boy to grab Harry's backpack and Draco's three full size suitcases (dark emerald of course). As they stepped into the elevator to magically transport them to their floor in seconds, Harry turned blushingly to Draco, "I... I..."

The blond smiled softly, not looking at Harry, "And here I thought spending time with me had improved your vocabulary," The elevator came to a smooth stop on the 67th floor, and the two swept onto the carpeted floor. 

The hotel was themed a light tan colour and white, neutral to anybody who still weren't over their Hogwarts days (Although Harry supposed Ravenclaw's could argue it was slightly like their house colours). "Did your family help with the colouring?" 

The Slytherin looked briefly disgusted, "We tried. They didn't support the all green and silver idea. Apparently it's too 'Slytherin'. My father nearly halted his investment, before my moth... mother calmed him down." Draco's mask returned-

"Don't!" Harry shouted, startling Draco.

"Don't what?" Draco questioned, before smirking, "And ten galleons."

"Don't... Don't put on that mask."

"I'm not wearing a mask, obviously, Harry."

"You... You just called me Harry?" Oh my Merlin, Draco had only called him Harry before in times of extreme and immediate danger. He would talk about 'the mask' with Draco later.

"No, I didn't."

"You can call me Harry, you know. It's not a bad word."

"Actually," Draco drawled, "It's a horrible word. And name. Who wan't to be named after hair"

"I thought you were the one with a hair fetish?"

"I absolutely despise you, Potter." They had reached their room by now, a white door among a hallway of others.

"Too bad you don't have the Room of Requirement."

Draco pulled out his wand, which was charmed to open the room. After a slight beep, the room opened on its own, showing a humongous bed in the middle of the large room.

"This room is tiny!" Draco complained, throwing his hands up.

"No, this room is huge. Oh my Merlin, they had hotel rooms this large?" Harry was over acting how he actually felt about the size of the room, in the single purpose to piss Draco off, "And the bed!"