"This is perfect," Draco says. We get an entire island to ourselves less a few monkeys. Its our honeymoon. We even get a little bungalow to sleep in. It's your typical island paradise. We might even buy the island.
"See that constellation right there?" Draco points up to the starry sky as we are laying in the sand. I nod. "That's Draco."
"That's adorable." I lean over and kiss his cheek. Isn't it adorable that he knows stuff like that? I don't know why.
"That's the only one I've bothered to learn."
"That one is Scorpius." I point up to the constellation that vaguely resembles a scorpion.
"I like that one." He says. "I also like your bathing suit." He plucks the strap of my white bikini top. I'm wearing a white top, with matching high wasted bottoms.
"Not too hard. You'll snap it off," I tell him.
"You have nice breasts." He shrugs, "so that wouldn't necessarily be a problem."
My cheeks turn red and I laugh. We are married so it wouldn't be wrong if we saw each other naked. Not that we paid attention to that rule anyway. Actually we did. Call us old fashion but we come from very Slytherin families. Traditionalism.
"Nah, we don't have to," Draco says pushing up the strap back up so that it wouldn't come off.
...
I wake up sick. I'm at the toilet vomiting; sick from food poisoning.
"Do you want me to take you to the healers?" Draco asks me through the closed door.
"I'm not sick. I just had bad shellfish," I say, opening the door to let him in. I gargle water and spit it out in the sink, trying to rid my mouth of the putrid taste.
"They could have something to stop you from being sick, though."
"Oh Draco, I'm sorry. You can go out today; I'll stay here." I open the door.
"I would hate to go around Paris without you. And that's not the reason I want you to get better, I just hate seeing you miserable."
I almost melt from that comment. It's not really a big deal but I just love him. I don't know if I'll ever stop being in love with him as much as I am now.
"What if you're allergic to shellfish? You'll never know. You'll just blame it on food poisoning and then next time you eat it you die."
"Are you that worried?" I say as I gargle more water.
Draco nods.
"Alright," I agree. I can't see him upset over me being sick.
After almost an hour of asking people where the healers is somebody finally asks us if we mean "hospital". I think that's the not wizard way of saying it. Then she gives us a map, where she circled the hospital. We thank her and then walk three blocks to the hospital. Hospital. It's such a funny word. Hospital. We go inside and tell the man at the desk that I feel ill then he yells at us in French. I'm not going to repeat what he said but somehow I don't think he took too kindly to us. But thankfully an American person who speaks english sees us and asks us if we need anything. We tell her our predicament and our lack of experience with French hospitals and usually we tell the front desk clerk what level we'll need and then we go to a room and then a person comes to see if we are good or not. It's rather hard talking to muggles because you don't know whether or not they know what you're talking about. She must feel sympathetic because she takes me into her office to have a look at me. Draco waits outside.
I come back outside smiling, and I tell Draco that it was just food poisoning and the lady said just to let it run it's course and it'll be over within a few days.
...
"Do you feel any better, Darling?" Draco asks me. I'm laying down on my bed in the hotel.
"I'm really sorry we can't go out tonight..."
"Forget going out. I'm tired of moving around; I just need a day to relax."
"Draco, you are the sweetest person on earth." I hug him.
"Honeymoons are a time for scandalous affairs. Do you want to watch what muggles call a film?"
I sit up, hugging a pillow to my stomach. "Alright. What's a film?"
"It's like a two hour long portrait that tells a story."
"So how does it work? Can we talk to it like a portrait or is it just like a regular photograph?"
"I have no idea." Draco messes about with an odd looking picture frame, pressing buttons until a list films pop up. "Which one?"
"Finding Nemo. I think I have an uncle named Nemo." I say choosing one off of the list.
He presses more buttons until it starts to play. When it does, he jumps on the bed and lays down next to me.
Two fish come on the screen and they talk about naming their eggs.
"Fish? Talking fish? Oi fish can you hear me?" Draco says. No response. "Alright, be that way."
"This is rather odd. I like it."
We focus our attention back on the Nemo.
"Did that fish just eat all of their babies?!" Draco exclaims after a minute or so.
"Merlin!" I thought this was for children. We keep watching anyway.
...
"I hate to admit, it but that is the only muggle thing I will ever like," Draco says.
"Agreed." That film even made me tear up a bit.
"Do you want to watch it again?"
"Are there anymore about Nemo? I'd like to find out what happens after."
Draco checks the thing. He's becoming better at it too. He uses this fat wand thing with buttons all over it to choose the things. We decide to watch Finding Nemo again.