A/N: My third Dramione Awards: Special Challenge entry(for the flash fiction category). Truth be told, I'm not so pleased with this one. But I would appreciate your comments on this. So, review! =D
Draco sighed inwardly as his wife was yet again enchanted with the beauty of this place or another in a certain corner of the world. He watched her, his pale brows furrowed, as she watched the Muggle contraption called the television. Her mouth was hanging open in awe as the screen showed the Taj Mahal in India.
Draco sighed again. He would have taken her there and every other place she desired to visit if he could afford it – but he no longer could, not after his parents cruelly disowned him for marrying the most beautiful woman in the universe.
Draco patiently waited for the show to end before turning off the telly. He carried a stool towards Hermione, placed it before the couch she was curled up in and sat down. He opened the book in his hand and returned her curious expression with a serious one. "I can't take you anywhere," he pointed towards the now empty television screen, "but I hope this would suffice."
With that, he read, "It was in Milford Sound that I felt I have glimpsed heaven. The cascading waters from the rocks towering over me were catching sun light and releasing them in rays of seven colours. There was not just one, but many of these falls. Rainbows danced around us…"
Draco did not have time to finish his sentence before Hermione softly pressed her lips against his pillows of flesh. Snuggling back into the couch, she smiled at him, "Read on."