𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ paris

I rushed back to Draco's room, throwing on one of his t-shirts before racing Theodore to the kitchen, Narcissa standing over the stove in her blue and white apron, pouring blueberry pancake batter onto a skillet.

"Morning," she exclaimed, flipping the pancake with a spatula before slapping it onto the staggering pile of steaming hot cakes set to the side. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep," Theo exclaimed, taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"Don't let your Mother catch you smelling like alcohol this early in the morning," she scolded Theo before handing him a plate.

"I won't," he began to dig in.

"Do you know when they'll be back, Mrs. Malfoy?" I asked, thanking her as she handed me a plate.

"Unfortunately I don't, I'd tell you if I knew darling," she smiled sadly, continuing to cook, "Let's hope it will only be a week."

............

It had been two weeks.

No letters, no signs, no nothing, from Draco Malfoy.

I was reading in his bed, wrapped in a blanket when a hand clamped over the back of my mouth, muffling a scream as I drowned into a spell of apparation.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," I felt two hands cup my cheeks as we landed, trying to soothe my hyperventilating. "Flower, it's me."

"Christ you scared the living shit out of me," I seethed, pulling back to punch him in the shoulder, but I couldn't resist. I flung myself right back in his arms again. "I missed you so much."

"Father is out for the day, so I figured I could show you around France," he wrapped his hands around my thighs, pulling me into his lap as he sat down on his hotel room bed.

"I can't walk around Paris in sweatpants," I scoffed, draping my arms around his shoulders.

"I'll buy you something," he pressed a kissed to my neck, squeezing my thighs.

"Stop with the buying," I chuckled, a breathy moan leaving my lips as Draco's hand slipped inside my pants, circling the outside of my underwear.

"Draco, we can do this later," I clawed into his shoulder with my fingers, trying to bite back a whimper as he pulled his hand from my pants.

"Fine," he conjured a dress and some lingerie with his wand, "as long as I get to rip this off you later."

After quickly changing, Draco apparated me to a small café across from the Notre Dame cathedral; Crêperie Du Cloître.

It smelled of smoke and sweets as we entered, men with cigars puffing the smog out of their mouths as they ate their meals and sipped their coffees.

I slipped my wand into the inner pocket of my dark green wool coat, sitting down with a sigh in one of the red booths. A waitress approached us as Draco rid himself of his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

He absolutely loved to travel in the muggle world.

It was the one time he could reveal his dark mark without ridicule.

"Je m'appelle Juliette, je serai ton serveur aujourd'hui. Avez-vous une idée de ce que vous aimeriez commander?"

"Je vais prendre un croque monsieur, et un verre de limonade," Draco answered in fluent French, much to my surprise. He chuckled as he saw my eyes widen. "What would you like to order, my love?"