Chap. 15 France
Draco and Hermione said goodbye to Narcissa, then entered the black limo which took them to a Knight Bus that would quickly take them to Paris.
'So, we get to Paris, unpack at our hotel, then?'
'Then we have some fun,' Draco smirked, 'You know, wear the bed in a bit.'
Hermione held onto Draco tightly as the bus flew through the cities quickly.
'Why is this thing so fast?' Hermione asked, her arms wrapped around Draco's waist.
'I suppose it's so muggles won't see it.'
'Paris wi' be comin' up within thee hour!' A Jamaican voice cried from the front of the bus.
'That IS fast!' Hermione cried.
Hermione looked out her and Draco's window. It was a sunny, clear day. She then saw a tall structure.
'Draco? Is that the Eiffel Tower? It is! We're here!' Hermione cried excitedly, kissing Draco on the cheek.
Soon Hermione and Draco were in front of a nice hotel. A Hilton...would Draco go for anything less?
'Have a nice time Paris!' The Jamaican cried.
Hermione and Draco thanked the driver and the bus flew off at a rapid pace. Hermione and
Draco grabbed their luggage and brought it into the elaborate hotel lobby. They walked up to the front desk.
(A/N: I don't really speak French at all so bear with me on the translations)
'Bonjour monsieur et mademoiselle.' A tall dark haired man in a rich suit said.
Draco was about to talk back but he looked at Hermione and saw confusion. He turned to the
French man and asked, 'Parlez-vous anglais?'
'Yes, I speak English.' The man answered, still barely recognizable as English. 'How may I 'elp vou?'
'We have reservations under Malfoy.' Draco replied.
'Ah, yes voom seven-tventy-vun. Do vue need 'elp vith your bags?'
'Yes, send the bellboy, s'il vous plaît (A/N: please).'
The man handed Draco keys, then Hermione and Draco left their luggage and walked to an
elevator.
'Draco, you only used a few words in French and I still didn't know anything that man said.' Hermione sighed.
'It's okay, baby, being here long enough will automatically teach you.' Draco said giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
She smiled and nodded.
They reached the seventh floor and found their room quickly. The room was navy and cream. It was very big, however, the bed was the biggest thing in the room.
Hermione squealed excitedly and ran over and jumped on the luscious bed. However, as soon as she jumped onto it, she slid right off the other side.
'Ahh!' She screamed as she landed on the floor.
'Hermione? What did you do?' Draco asked laughing.
Hermione giggled as she stood up.
'Wow! These are really silky sheets!' She laughed.
'You just don't know how to jump on to a bed!' Draco reprimanded.
He backed up to the door and took a "runner's pose".
'1! 2! 3!' Hermione counted off.
Draco ran and jumped onto the bed.
'Oh shit!' Draco yelled as he didn't stop slidding.
-BAM-
He landed on the floor with a loud thud.
Hermione laughed hysterically.
'Wow, you sure showed me, Draco!'
Silk sheets were twisted around Draco.
'Shut up.' He mumbled as he tried pulling them off of himself.
Hermione smiled at her pouting husband.
She removed her jacket and tossed it on the bed. She then crawled onto the floor, on top of him.
'Let me help you get untangled.' She said softly.
She leaned in and started to kiss him as she tore away the sheets from his body. Draco reached his hands out, held her face and pulled her to him closer.
The sheets were now off of him, but Hermione covered him instead.
'Let's get this heavy jacket off of you.' Hermione cooed in his ear.
He quickly removed it and she threw it up on the bed. She straddled him and kissed his neck as she started unbuttoning his silk shirt. He leaned his head back, making more room for her lips to wander. The silk shirt slid off his shoulders and she kissed his chest. He smiled down at her and she smirked, not taking her eyes from his as she gently bit his nipples. She licked them, then blew on them, causing him to form a hard erection.
'Ohhh...my love.' He moaned softly.
She sensually kissed his lips, then she leaned up to his ear.
'You want me?' She asked.
He nodded in response.
'Then take me.' She whispered.
He smirked devilishly and quickly sat up. She fell backwards landing on the sheets. He threw off the rest of his shirt and then leaned down and kissed her soundly. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him back. Their tongues fought for dominance, of course Draco won. Small moans escaped from Hermione's throat.
Draco put his hand at the small of her back and lifted her from the floor. His other hand unzipped her dress. He slid it above her head and then tossed it on the bed. She was laying under him in white undergarments. She moved her hands to his chest, leaning up to kiss him.
'I love you.' She said breathlessly between kisses.
Her hands moved to his pants. She loosened his belt and tossed it aside. She then unzipped his pants and reached in, gently massaging his throbbing erection. He moaned loudly at her touch.
'Ohh, i love you, too, baby.' He groaned.
Draco then started to press his body against her's. She groaned from the pressure between him and the hard floor.
'Sorry.' He sighed.
He pulled her hands from his pants and stood up. He bent down and gently swooped her into his arms, then set her on the bed.
He removed his own pants and then laid back on top of his fair wife.
'Better?' He asked huskily.
'Mmhm...' She moaned as she nibbled on the soft skin below his ear.
Then a knock sounded at the door.
'Partir!' Draco yelled in French. (A/N: It means 'Go away!') He then began to slide his hands up and down Hermione's thigh.
'Draco!' Hermione snapped, 'Be nice.'
Draco rolled his eyes.
'You didn't even know what I said.' He replied.
'I can tell it wasn't nice.'
The person knocked again.
'Que voulez- vouz?' Draco asked. (A/N: What do you want?)
'Message, monsieur. Un oiseau étrange a volé dedans à l'entrée partant d'une note pour Monsieur Malfoy.' (A/N: Message, sir. A strange bird flew in the lobby leaving a note for a Mister Malfoy.)
Draco made a low growling sound and rolled off of Hermione.
He opened the door in his boxers.
'Qui?' Draco drawled.
The man handed Draco a note and then walked away quickly.
'Who's it from?' Hermione asked getting off the bed and throwing on a red silk robe.
'My mother of course.' Draco sighed pulling open the Malfoy wax seal.
He read aloud;
'Dearest Draco and Hermione, Have a splendid time and new life in France. Good luck. Owl me back when you find a nice home, I'd like to visit soon. Love, Mother.'
'Your mother is so sweet.' Hermione said smiling, looking over Draco's shoulder.
'Yeah, now let's get back to business.' Draco said huskily throwing the letter aside and pulling
Hermione close to him. But she pushed him away.
'No, Draco, Narcissa's letter reminded me that I was supposed to owl my parents when I got here.'
'Ohhh, c'mon baby. Just a quick one...'
'You have had enough for right now.' She winked, 'Now let me write my parents, then let's go sight-seeing. if it's not to late.'
'And if it's too late?' Draco asked with hope.
'Then we'll have to see the Eiffel Tower at night and lit up beautifully.' Hermione smiled.
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