Chap. 16 Eiffel Tower
Hermione and Draco got dressed quickly. Hermione through on a red dress and Draco through on his silk shirt and dress pants back on. They locked their room door and left the hotel.
'It's six PM.' Draco said. 'It's going to be dark soon.'
'Well, we can get some dinner and then go to the Eiffel Tower, we've never seen it!' She replied excitedly.
'What do you feel like eating?'
'French food.' She smiled.
'Good call.' He chuckled.
They had a nice dinner at an authentic French restaurant. It was beautiful and good service. They were pleasantly full.
'We need to burn off these calories.' Hermione said after they paid the bill.
'Are you thinking what i'm thinking, my love?' Draco asked with a seductive smirk.
She smiled.
'Well, if your thinking a nice walk to the Eiffel Tower, then yes.' She responded grinning.
'Not what I was thinking.' He grumbled.
'C'mon, baby, it's eight. It's just dark, the Eiffel Tower must look so pretty lit up!' She cried, grabbing his hand.
He trudged along next to her, not taking his hand from hers. After a few minutes, his arm was around her shoulder, and her arm around his waist. He occasionally would plant kisses on her forehead as they walked.
'Draco, when are we going to look for a house?' She asked.
'Tomorrow we can start if you want.' He responded.
'When do we start teaching? September 4th?'
'Yes.'
'I'm nervous.' She said, voice shaky.
'Don't be, Hermione, you are brilliant, you will be the best teacher there. I just hope none of those little pricks try anything on you. Some of them might even be older than you by a few weeks.'
Hermione laughed. She was pretty young for their class. She turned 17 just a few months before she graduated, Draco turns 18 in the next month, a little after they start Beauxbatons.
'When do we go tour it and figure it all out there? I want to see what it looks like.'
'We go like the week before, to get situated with the place, see our offices, get our rooms ready, etc...' Draco said.
'Do we get to share a room?'
'I believe so actually. I don't think they'd spilt up a husband and wife.' Draco smirked.
'Draco...you know we can't do anything crazy...there are students every where there!' Hermione scolded.
'We can do crazy things...but we also have to perfect the silencing charm.' He said winking at her.
'Oh okay...' She said with sarcasm.
They walked for a few more minutes, and then the Eiffel Tower was easily visible. It lit up the vicinity around it.
'Oh Draco! It looks so beautiful!' Hermione giggled, 'C'mon! Let's go! Quick!'
She started to run, then stopped short.
'Hermione, what are--'
Draco then saw Hermione take a black camera out of her purse. She took about ten pictures of the outside of the tower.
'Hermione, I think that's enough. What if there's lots of things you want to take pictures of
FROM the tower?' Draco asked.
'Draco...Draco...Draco...do you really think i'm that dense? I put a spell on this camera...the flim will never run out.' She grinned.
'Ahh...brilliant girl.'
She nodded, took his hand and ran over to the Tower.
After about a half hour they were finally at the top...Draco more or less complained the whole time.
'Are we up to the top yet?' Draco whined, 'I'm bored!'
'You'd think with all that Quidditch, you'd be in shape enough to walk up this!' Hermione cried, filled with energy.
'I am! i'm just bored! Nothing to do with strength or endurance!' He snapped.
'Mmmhmmm...' She mumbled, not believing him.
They reached the top, as another couple was leaving.
'Good...I hate when other people are interrupting us.' Draco mumbled.
Hermione laughed. She looked out the tower.
She stared in silence for a few moments...taking the view in. She then felt arms slid around her waist, and lips on her neck.
'It's so beautiful.' Hermione sighed as Draco kissed her.
'Mmhm...' He mumbled, moving up to her jaw line.
Hermione turned around so she was looking at him, her frontal body against his.
'I love this...you and me, here. It seems so right.' She said smiling up at him.
He simply smiled at her. This reassured her comment was right on with what he was thinking.
His smile caused her knees to buckle. She tightened her grip on him, holding herself up. He felt her tension and leaned down and kissed her.
'I love you so much.' She replied after his soft lips caressed hers.
'I love you, too.'
He then leaned down and kissed her more passionately than before. His tongue, massaging hers, deepening the kiss.
His hands slipped down intentionally to Hermione's butt, and squeezed it gently as he continued to play tonsil hockey.
He then pushed up to her, pushing her body against the wall of the tower. He moved his lips to her neck, causing small moans to escape from her mouth, which was now free. He pushed his erection against her thigh.
'Can you feel what you do to me?' He asked huskily in her ear.
She giggled quietly, pulling him closer to her.
'Yeah...I feel it...' She sighed.
'Can I have you?' He asked raspy-like.
In response she gently nibbled the soft skin under his ear. She lifted her leg up around his waist as he pulled the other leg up. He placed his hands under her thighs, holding her up as he kissed her neck.
Hermione slowly grinded against his erection, causing him to harden more. He felt his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. Noises started to emerge from the both of them. Noises telling each other they wanted more.
Draco quickly began to unbutton Hermione's top. He was at the middle of the blouse when:
'Hé vous gosses ! Que faites-vous dedans ici?' A man with a flash light cried. (Hey you kids! What are you doing in here!)
Hermione and Draco pulled away from each other and looked at the man running at them. Hermione jumped down from Draco.
'C'mon!' Draco cried grabbing her hand.
The man was over-weight and had some trouble chasing them. Hermione and Draco ran around him and darted down the many stairs.
'Draco! Stop! I have to button up!' Hermione cried, as Draco pulled her down the stairs quickly.
'No time! No time! That's public indecent exposure, we gotta hurry!' Draco cried, laughing.
'Why are you laughing then?'
'It's hilarious!' He replied breathless.
Hermione and Draco finally reached the bottom. A small family, with young children were at the buttons. Hermione's black bra was clearly visible. The father's eyes widened, the mother's narrowed and the kids laughed.
'Soyez haut soigneux là, l'homme là est vers le haut bande recherchant la nourriture.' Draco said to them. (Be careful up there, the man up there is strip searching for food.)
The family whispered things and hurried off quickly, the mother hitting the smiling father as they sprinted.
Draco laughed and turned to Hermione, she had just finished her last button.
'I'm tainting you.' He said.
'What?'
'Hermione Granger had sex in public, and on a plane...all because of me...' He smirked.
'Well, this Hermione MALFOY is a bit more dangerous...you've become less so, now we even out.' She smiled, 'Don't take all the credit either, I was bound to get bored of being perfect
eventually. You just hurried the process.'
He laughed sarcastically and took her hand.
It was very dark out now, they walked close together.
'Why was that family out so late, with such young children?' Hermione asked.
'In France, kids go to bed at midnight and wake up at noon, France is trying to experiment to see if 12 hours of sleep is healthy. Stay up late, sleep in late.' Draco responded.
Hermione looked at him questionably, but let it go.
'Hermione?'
'Yes?'
'I was kidding.' He chuckled, 'How am I supposed to know why that family was out?'
Hermione blushed, feeling foolish.
'Well, I don't know anything about France!'
'You're smarter than THAT though!' He cried.
She just shrugged the topic off, feeling embarrassed that he fooled her and that she was so gullible.
They walked for awhile, the moon lighting their path. They made their way to a empty park.
'This place is so nice. Every where in Paris has something to do or see.' Hermione commented.
They walked over to a playground. Draco helped Hermione up a ladder and then followed her up. They sat in a large, clear plastic tube.
Once they were both in Hermione laid down, looking at the stars and moon through the plastic.
Draco laid down next to her.
Draco stared at Hermione as she stared up in the sky. He could tell she was thinking about something. He let a few long seconds to go by before he said anything.
'Alright, baby?' He asked quietly.
She jumped, startled by his silence-breaker. She turned her face toward his.
'What?' She asked.
'Are you alright?' He reiterated.
'Yeah, i'm fine. How could I not be?' She asked, plastering a smile.
'I dunno, you seemed to be thinking hard about something.'
'Oh. It's nothing, really.' She replied.
Draco sat up and looked down at her. He scanned her body slowly.
'You're so beautiful.' He whispered.
She turned her face away blushing.
'Why do you do that?' Draco asked her.
'What?'
'Turn away or blush...every time I compliment you. Hermione, we're married now, we aren't at school, you don't have to be embarrassed.'
Hermione sat up next to him.
'I know. I don't know why I do it. I feel weird when you say things like that to me.'
'I've told you countless times not to feel weird, you are everything I say you are. Beautiful, talented, smart, gorgeous, exquisite--'
Hermione placed two fingers on his lips to shush him.
'Shh...Draco, stop.'
'What were you thinking about?' He asked once again.
'How did this happen?' She asked.
'What?'
'We were enemies, now we're married. That's what I was thinking about...every thing turned out so different.' She said. She hesitated then added, 'You don't think that it will ever go back to the way it was, do you?'
'Hating each other? Why would you think that? I love you, and I believe you love me just as much. Why are you asking such things?' He asked sounding worried.
'You asked me what I was thinking, and that's what it was...' She said quietly.
He leaned in and placed his right hand on her cheek, holding her gently he kissed her lips softly.
'I don't think you should think about it anymore, or worry about it. I don't want to have to think about it, and if you think about it I do...it's never going to happen. I love you and i'm not ever going to let us be apart. Got that?' Draco said seriously.
She nodded and smiled.
He laid back down, pulling her on top of him. Her head laid against his chest, listening to his heart beat regularly. Her fingers tapped with every beat against his collar bone.
'I love you, Draco.' She said quietly.
'I love you, too, baby. And I always will.'
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