Chap. 17 Getting Along Fabulously
Hermione and Draco woke up the next morning, in their hotel room not the park, very restfull. Hermione woke up early, at eight, and woke Draco up also to get a good head start on their home-hunting.
'Draco...' Hermione moaned as she lazily rolled over.
'Draco...' She repeated.
Draco just groaned and didn't move. She then started to poke him against his bare back.
'Lemme sleep, 'Mione.' He said angrily.
'Draco, we gotta find a house, we already pushed it back a day!' Hermione whined finally sitting up herself. She then laid her naked body on top of his. She kissed his lips and gently messed his hair up more than it was.
When she pulled away Draco moaned unsatisfied.
'Ohh, come back...' He begged, lazily reaching his arm out to try to grab her.
'No, you come to me...i'm going to go take a shower...I hope you are out when I come out...'
'Yeah...yeah...' He moaned rolling over in the bed.
Hermione got up and draped a red robe around her and glided over to the bathroom.
-About 15 minutes later Hermione emerged from the bathroom-
'Draco!' She cried.
Draco still was in the bed, blankets thrown over him carelessly. He was snoring quietly.
'Draco!' She repeated. He didn't move.
'Agh...' She groaned.
She walked over to him, pulled the covers away, revealing a bare Draco, and laid her wet, naked body over him.
'Hermione!' He cried, 'You're freezing!'
He quickly sat up, tossing her lightly to the side. He pulled blankets over himself.
Hermione giggled.
'You awake?' She asked.
'Unfortunately.' He said angrily. He threw her a glare and turned away. He paused and looked back at her. He realized she was laying there naked and wet.
'Ooh...' He smirked. He slid over to her and placed his hands on her hips. He kissed her lips
softly, sliding his hands to her butt.
'Draco...go shower...we have to get ready to go.' She said pulling away from his sweet kiss.
'Oh...well, I suppose in my case a cold shower would do me good.' He replied. 'Be out in a bit.'
He then walked into the bathroom as Hermione started to get ready.
The couple was out of the hotel room in under two hours. Draco decided it was probably more efficient to go to Beauxbatons first, just to make sure they had to but a house now. Maybe the
Head Mistress would allow them to share the same room...or at least bed, for Draco's sake.
'Draco, do we even know where the school is?' Hermione asked.
'Yes, it's just at the end of this street.' Draco replied.
Hermione nodded submissively and followed him.
They reached the end of the street and no school was visible.
'Draaaco...I don't see a school. You don't have the faintest idea where your going do you?' She asked, hands on hips.
'I do so.' He retorted.
Hermione sighed and looked around. There was a bakery next to them.
'Go in and ask where it is.' She told him.
'Hermione...aren't you the intelligent one? Muggles don't know where the hell a magical castle is.
It's hidden from their view.'
Hermione blushed, feeling foolish.
'I'm sure there is someone around here who is a witch or wizard.' Hermione said trying to regain self-confidence.
Draco just snorted and kept walking.
'It's down this next street.' He mumbled.
Hermione followed her husband submissively.
A big hill awaited them.
'Draco. I mean really, there must be some spell we can say to get us a magical map or something.'
'I know where we are going I said.' He replied angrily.
'Oh, yeah, like it's really going to be over the hill.' She muttered. 'Honestly, what is it with guys and directions?'
They approached the top of the hill...a large stone castle was laid out before them.
Hermione was in shock. Draco sighed in great relief, but quietly so Hermione wouldn't hear.
'I can't believe you found it.' Hermione said reluctantly.
'I told you I knew where it was.' Draco said as a matter-of-factly. When she turned away from him he quickly wiped his sweaty palms on it pants. 'Let's hurry down. We have a meeting with
Head Mistress Maxine.'
Hermione nodded and followed Draco down the hill.
Hermione and Draco reached the great entrance. They knocked and a small house elf answered.
'Bonjour, quelles affaires avez-vous ici?' the house elf asked. (Hello, what business do you have here?)
'We are the Malfoys.' Draco replied in English.
'Ahh, Monsieur and Mademoiselle Malfoy. Yes, Madame Maxine is expecting you. I shall tell her ov your arrival.' the elf squeaked and ran off, leaving Hermione and Draco in the equivalence of Hogwarts' Great Hall.
Hermione and Draco looked around in reverence. Everything was so big, beautiful and ornate.
'It's so detailed and exquisite...' Hermione sighed.
'As is everything in Paris.' Draco added.
'I do hope that they let us have a room here, I bet it's just as great.' Hermione smiled.
Then a large blonde woman billowed through the doors.
'Ahh, thee Malfoys! Vell, vell it is a pleasure to have you here vith us!' She smiled greatly.
'It's good to be here.' Hermione smiled, 'It's so lovely.'
'Yes, isn't it? Much different than Hogwarts is it?' She asked.
'Bit different. It's much more distinguished here.' Hermione replied.
'Vell, shall I give you a grand tour?' Maxine asked.
'Yes, please, Head Mistress.' Draco said.
'Oh, pish-posh! Call me Olympe! Ve are co-vorkers now are ve not?' She grinned.
Madame Maxine, Olympe, gave them a tour. She showed them all the houses, too. They are Courageux (brave in French), Rapide (quick in French), Aimable (kind in French), Ombreux (shady in French). (A/N: totally have no imagination with those names, sorry.)
'Vell, how are you veeling about all this?' Olympe asked them.
'Well, we do have one big question.' Hermione answered.
'Yes?'
'We didn't know whether or not to buy a house, or what. We want together, what would are living situation be if we stayed here?' Draco asked.
Draco felt that he needed have the same room as Hermione...or at least bed. They are newlyweds and deserve such.
'Vell, if you need that much alone-ness, you can get a house. A bit ov a vaste ov money if you ask me. You can have any available room you vish.' She answered.
'The same room? Together?' Hermione asked curiously.
'Vell...yes. Did you think I vas going to separate you? You are married, are you not?' Olympe asked smiling.
'Yes we are, but-' Draco started.
'Then you can have the same room. Gods forbid me to separate young lovers.' She grinned.
'Excellent. I think we are going to get along fabulously, Olympe.' Draco smirked.
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