Hello, my darlings! Thank you so much for the awesome feedback from the last chapter! I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. It's difficult for me to ease the butt-hole-y Draco into any sort of affection, but I'm trying my damndest!

And to those wondering, I most certainly am pampering myself with my broken leg. I've been living off of nothing but sweet tea and turkey bacon for the last three days just because I can.
Anyway, I hope this chapter lives up to everyone's expectations.

An entire week had gone by and Draco Malfoy was going crazy.

"Isn't this what girls are supposed to do?" He vented angrily to Winky the House Elf.

The poor creature stood there, hands clasped behind her back, as she waited patiently for her master to finish his rant.

"I am Draco Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. I shouldn't be sitting around all week desperately over-analyzing every little thing that went on with that… that woman!"

Winky opened her wrinkled mouth as if to say something, but quickly thought better of it and remained in silence.

"And why in God's name am I nervous about seeing her this afternoon?" He shouted, his hands animatedly raised to the ceiling, "Malfoy's don't get nervous, Winky!"

Draco didn't hear the quiet footsteps of his mother as she entered the room and was startled by her soft voice.

"Draco dear, Hermione's just owled. She's given you an address."

He felt fire fill his veins, starting at his heart and rapidly pulsing to his toes and fingertips.

"I think it's very sweet, the two of you traveling around to different spots. A nice variety." Narcissa commented joyfully, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "How are things going with her?"

The fire spreading throughout him quickly turned to ice at his mother's question. What did she know? Had someone seen Granger kiss him? Who had they told?

"Wh-what are you talking about?" He stuttered, trying to sound casual (though it failed miserably).

Narcissa saw a look in his eye that she recognized as….was her son nervous?

"Draco…." She chided, "How are things going?"

Damn. She hadn't known anything. He was just too damn paranoid that someone would have known. Now she suspected something.
Damn fool. He thought. You bloody gave yourself away.

"Things are….things are going fine." He answered, unwilling to give her any more than that.

"Hmm." His mother replied curtly, her lips tightening into a straight line.

"Well, you best get a move on, then. Can't be leaving your dearly beloved high and dry." She said slyly, exiting the room in one graceful, fluid second.

Draco eyed the little white envelope his mother had discreetly left on the table beside the door. Who knew such a small thing could feel so ominous? It was a giant elephant in the room and seemed to grow as he looked at it.

"Oh, grow up, Malfoy." He scolded himself, shaking his head vigorously before taking several large strides across the room.

He held it in his hands for a good thirty seconds before working up the courage to open it. He opened the envelope and pulled out a small piece of parchment. Upon it, written in the most fantastic calligraphy he'd ever laid eyes on, was as follows:

Marne la Vallée
Cedex 4

See you there,
-H. Granger

Draco paced eagerly in front of the fireplace. The address was obviously French, though he knew the idea of a date in France was far too romantic for Hermione. What was she playing at?

He decided not to dwell on the question, and just leap in the dark pool of surprise headfirst. He stood uneasily in the large fireplace, a fistful of floo powder slipping slowly from his too-tight grip, and took a deep breath.

As clearly as he could (though is French is absolutely horrific), Draco said the address on the parchment and threw the remaining powder at his feet.

He was engulfed in raging emerald flames and tried to keep his eyes shut as tightly as possible, for fear of vomiting all over his newest black suit (though he had dozens just like it). Flooing across country borders always took an unpleasant amount of time and just when Draco was about to taste his lunch for a second time, the spinning suddenly stopped and he was thrown from the emerald flames.

Draco landed flat on his buttocks and he brought his knees to his chest, tucking his head between them.

"Don't throw up, don't throw up…" He chanted softly to himself, his breathing rapid.

"Oh yes, Draco, please don't throw up." He heard Hermione say behind him.

His breath caught quickly in his throat as he realized she was already there.
Why oh why does she have to see my like this? Why would anyone have to see me like this? He thought to himself, suddenly aware of just how silly he looked, curled up on the ground talking to himself.

"Where in Merlin's name are we, Granger?" He asked, unsteadily rising to his feet.

"Well let's go find out, shall we?" She suggested, a satisfied smirk clearly visible on her face.

Draco nodded his head and attempted to take a step forward. Gravity had different plans, though, as he miscalculated his footing and was sent tumbling to the ground again.

"Oh good lord, Draco…" Hermione muttered, bending down on one knee to help him up. She hooked her elbow under his armpit and hauled him to his feet.

"You alright there?" She asked, holding his biceps in her palms to make sure he was steady.

"Absolutely peachy." He sulked, clearly embarrassed.

Hermione nodded, hooked his elbow in hers, and walked the two out of the room they had been in. Draco had been too distracted to even survey his surroundings, but was immediately alarmed as they entered an industrial-looking hallway. The floors were covered in that strange airport carpeting and the walls were stark white. A few pipes came out at the tops of walls and crossed the tiled ceiling before going into the opposite wall.

Was she planning to murder him in a factory, say he'd gone missing, and get out of this whole arrangement altogether?

His eyes must have betrayed his calm exterior because Hermione immediately halted their movement and turned to look at him straight on.

"Everything okay?" She asked, clearly noting the alarm in his expression.

"Y-yeah, absolutely." He stammered.

He looped her arm through his once again the resumed their steady walk towards the solid gray door at the end of the hallway.

"So…." He began, trying to think of a way to take his mind off of the troupe of extraordinarily large hit men he was sure were waiting for him behind the door,

"This is your favorite place in the world?"

Hermione nodded eagerly, quickening their pace.

They were almost at the door and Draco feared he would start sweating from the anxiety.

"A-and where exactly are we?" He asked, his voice shaking involuntarily.

Her hand was now resting on the wide bar going across the door. All she had to do was push it and his life would be over.

I never thought it would end this way… He thought to himself, mentally drawing a cross over his chest.

"Take a look!" She squealed excitedly, pushing the door open with full force.

Momentarily blinded by sunlight, Draco shut his eyes tight braced himself for the pain of a full-body beating.

When a few moments passed and he hadn't been pummeled to the ground, he peaked open one eye.

His jaw dropped and he opened both eyes wide. He stepped in to the warmth of the sun, straight passed Hermione.

"What is this place?" He asked, awestruck. He turned in a slow circle and took in the bright colors surrounding him, the crowds rushing by, the excited squeals of children and adults alike.

"This, Draco Malfoy, is muggle paradise." She replied warmly, her hands proudly propped on her hips.

Draco turned to look at her curiously, his brow furrowed as he watched a wide smile spread across her face.

"Disneyland Paris." She proclaimed.

And that's all I can force out of myself for the time being. My tea is gone and I need to brew some more before I can focus again. I'm very excited about the next chapter!
Thanks so, so, so, so much to Moonlit-Midnights for the stellar suggestion!
Love you all and can't wait to hear some reactions!