Title: Paris: A Novellas
Author: Jessica Jewell
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Draco/UnknownCharacter, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Luna, George/Luna, Neville/Ginny
Warnings: Sadness (I don't think it's quite to the 'angst' area), Slash, Over-use of parentheses, Fluff.
Notes: For those who read Paris, this is simply the longer version. Hopefully I'll explain more, answer some questions even I had (for those of you who read Paris, I'm referring to my list of questions at the bottom of the page). This will feature other pairings, but the sole purpose of this fic is to show Harry's inability to move on from love. Also, some of these scenes might be identical to ones in Paris, word for word, and this is because this is the same story, therefore, some of the same things will be happening.
Thanks: I would like to thank Luv 2 Cry, as she was the first person to review Paris, and she even gave me some inspiration (and motivation) to write something longer. Thank you.

August 17th, 2003

Perhaps if Hermione was not there, Harry would have begged Draco to take him back, to rethink their relationship, to give him a second chance. But Hermione was there, and Harry couldn't bring himself to degrade himself in front of so many others at the quaint cafe in Wizarding Paris because it would cause Hermione embarrassment. Hermione didn't deserve that. And, if Harry spoke these thoughts outloud, Hermione would tell him that he didn't deserve that, either. That 'Malfoy' (she'd refused to call him Draco since The Breakup) wasn't worth the public humiliation.

But he was.

Hermione would never understand that. Hermione had a good, solid relationship. Ron and her were doing well, have been since they'd gotten together after the war (or was it technically during the war?). Now here, six years later, they were engaged and had dragged Harry with them to Paris to scope out their honeymoon spot.

Of course, Harry knew that the reason they'd insisted he'd come was to get away from Draco. Who would have thought that Paris was the exact spot Draco would be? Harry should have known; Draco was as fluent in French as he was in English. If not for the fact he did not have a French accent when he spoke English, many would think that French was his first language. Harry also knew that Draco would sometimes just start speaking in French when he was caught up in the moment of passion, like-

'No.' Harry scolded himself. He was not going to think of that, what once was. Seeing Draco now, some French whore hanging off his arm and every word, made Harry see that Draco was over him. Why wouldn't he be, though? They had been split up for almost a year now. It was completely acceptable to have moved on by now, gotten someone new.

In fact, Hermione kept trying to set Harry up with people she worked with. He kept denying even though he knew Hermione would not stop until Harry accepted at least one proposal. Harry, however, did not want any of these people, with their ordinary names and 'nice' personalities (Hermione always said that every single one of them was 'nice'). Harry wanted Draco, with his eccentric name, his opinionated statements, his Pureblood-better-than-you stance, his lack of emotion, yet complete understanding of everything Harry wanted and needed.

"Harry," Hermione's voice brought him out of his musings. "I'm sorry. Who would have known Malfoy would be here?"

Harry felt like smirking. Hadn't he just thought those words? "I should have. I mean, I knew he loved Paris, but really, who could have known he would be here when we were?"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione's voice was quiet, but her eyes told everything - the pity, sorrow, and understanding, all rolled into one. "We should leave."

"No, no," Harry shook his head, "I'm not going to let the fact Draco showed up ruin our lunch. Besides, we were here first and leaving now would upset the waitress, I'm sure."

"Only because then she would have to explain to her boss why Harry Potter walked out of their cafe," Hermione replied, amusement in her eyes.

Harry returned with a chuckle, "Oh, yes. I'd hate to cause her trouble. She's been so kind."

"She's been so flirty, you mean," Hermione raised an eyebrow, as if to chastise Harry for not noticing the obvious way the waitress came on to him.

"Yes, well, she's hardly my type. Much too brunettey for my taste."

"Brunettey isn't even a word, Harry," Hermione laughed, smiling widely. "I'll let it slide though, as I do see your point. You seem to keep your love interests to redheads, blondes, and those with black hair."

"Hey! Everyone had a crush on Cho in school. Had nothing to do with her hair color."

"I didn't," Hermione countered, absently stirring her tea, "but seriously Harry. Can't you possibly get back into the game again?"

Harry sighed, sitting back in his chair, eyes darting in Draco's direction. "I can't, 'Mione. I'm not ready. I'm still in love."

Hermione pursed her lips before speaking. "I just think that it might be better to get on with your life. If you don't get someone new into your life, than the only thing you have to occupy your time with is thinking about what once was. As I recall, Malfoy made if very clear that you were an experiment. I hate to say it Harry, but I don't think it was ever love on Malfoy's end."

Harry stared back, eyes wide with shock. "And just how long have you thought this?"

"A while now, I suppose," Hermione replied, worrying her bottom lip, "I mean, he was with you for three years and that is a long time for relationships that don't include marriage. But, when things came down to it, times were rough, where was he? He was emotionally void in public, he didn't put much effort towards getting to know Ron or I, and he certainly didn't seem to want to be involved in any family gatherings. From my point of view, it's like he used your fame to get his name in the good graces again, than left you once all was well on his behalf."

Having heard Hermione, Harry wasn't sure whether he wanted to be mad at her, or if he wanted to break down crying. He could understand Hermione's view, accept what she saw and what she thought, but she wasn't in their relationship. Hermione wasn't there when Draco had held him at night because he'd woken up from another nightmare about the war. Hermione wasn't there when Draco let his guard down and openly laughed. Hermione wasn't there when he and Draco made love and it was slow, sweet, and perfect. Hermione wasn't there when, after their love making, Draco would pull Harry close and whisper in his ear sweet nothings.

"Hermione," Harry started, "I can't discuss this now. There is so much you didn't see and won't understand. You're much too logical and love has no logic."

Hermione merely nodded and allowed the conversation of Harry's love life to end. This was only temporary, Harry knew, but he still appreciated it. Still, he couldn't wait until they met up with Ron again. Being alone with Hermione was taking its toll on his emotions. He knew she meant well, he understood that, but still.

The waitress returned, her name tag reading Catherine, and offered a smile before asking (in heavily accented English) what it was they wanted. They ordered with smiles, though Harry felt a bit uneasy at the way the waitress stared at him, even when it was Hermione talking. He felt that she was probably trying to send him some message with her mind.

"-bien. Pourquoi tu me demandes?"

Harry turned his head at the sound of that voice. He'd heard Draco speak enough French to know that the speaker was definitely him. He frowned, not understanding what Draco was saying. He wondered to himself why he'd never bothered to learn French when he knew that Draco spoke it, and every year, for every vacation that he and Draco had shared, they'd come to France.

"C'est juste que t'as l'air triste depuis un moment," the woman he was with said. Harry could see that she was a brunette, but that was about all he could make out. Perhaps Draco liked brunettes?

"Je t'assure, je vais bien," was Draco's reply.

"I should learn French," Harry spoke this thought outloud. When Hermione looked at him quickly, he feared it was a bad idea to voice this. Surely she was going to chastise him about how he should spend his time doing other things (like all that paperwork on his desk) but he was surprised to see her face light up in happiness.

"That's an excellent idea, Harry!" Hermione beamed. "Learning a new language can be fascinating, and it's a great way to occupy your free time."

Harry gave her a smile, now realizing why Hermione was happy. Of course she'd want him to do something in his free time besides think about Draco. Does she not realize that he doesn't always think about Draco? He's only thinking about him now because he's sitting two tables away. Yes, Harry will admit to thinking about Draco and if he could have changed anything in their relationship (but that was usually late at night when he was alone in bed, or in the kitchen using the china Draco picked out, or... well, so what that Harry thought about him a lot?). Harry also spent a good portion of his time thinking about the latest case at work, or (as of lately) Ron and Hermione's wedding.

"You know, learning another language would also help with your career. It would allow for more communication between France and England, allowing the Aurors to be able to help each other on cases. Say, the French Auror's just can't catch the baddie, they could enlight England's help, and low and behold, you could get sent, seeing as you know French," Hermione continued.

Harry laughed. "Okay, two things here - how long have you been thinking about telling me to learn a new language, and why did you use the word 'baddie?'"

Hermione's cheeks turned a slight pink, but she gave no indication of having been caught otherwise. "Oh, only a few days or so. And, well, Ron and I have been discussing a family, as you know. We decided to try and tone down our vocabularies, so it will be easier for the baby. When the time comes, of course."

"Of course," Harry said with a nod. "So, when did this child talk start?"

Hermione blushed, not really inclined to speak about private matters in public. "I'm not really sure. We just want a family. To be honest, I'm hoping to have two children, a boy and a girl. I think Ron would prefer to have only two or three children as well. I mean, you know how he was being the youngest of the boys and having virtually everything else done first by his brothers. I don't believe he'd want that for his children."

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Harry nodded, completely understanding. It had been difficult for Ron in school, knowing that his brothers had all done something first - been on the Quidditch team, been Head Boy, even being sorted into Gryffindor was something that had to be done. Of course, Harry and Ron were more than excited about being sorted into Gryffindor (even if Harry had to plead to the hat).

The waitress brought their food, and that left all small talk done. Harry and Hermione ate in silence, partly because the sooner they were done with lunch, the sooner they met up with Ron again, and partly because Harry was sure that conversation would roam towards him again, and he truly didn't want that.

He was perfectly content just existing at the moment, thank you very much.

Additional Notes: I have no beta! Sorry for mistakes. Ninety percent of all my writing is done at one in the morning (the only time work allows) and I might not see mistakes because my sleepy mind finds them to be correct. I apologize for this. Also, please pay attention to chapter titles. They have dates in them.