Okay, I was definitely in a Christmas mood, that's why this didn't get updated until now...apologies all around lol. *shrugs* You guys know how it is with me.

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DPOV

"Nice to see you again, Micah."

He nodded at me, clearly not pleased, which made my smirk widen as I tightened my arm around Granger's waist.

"We're ready then?" he asked.

Which was a bloody stupid question to be asking since we were currently walking across the tarmac to his fucking jet.

Which I was pretty sure he was only using to impress Granger - which was stupid since she hated flying.

She nodded, taking in the giant black jet with wide eyes.

I pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head before whispering, "You'll be fine, Granger. I promise."

She smiled and relaxed slightly.

As soon as we actually got onto the jet, though, her nerves were back full force.

"You guys can take a seat, I'm going to go check that we're all good with the pilot." said Micah, disappearing from view.

We sat down and I pulled her closer to me, attempting to find something I could say to make her feel better.

She'd been afraid of heights since I'd known her. I mean it had taken me months to convince her to get on a rollercoaster with me - and even then I'd had to do everything but drag her there.

"Maybe this was a stupid idea."

I chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down her arm, "It was a great idea. You're going to be fine, Granger. I promise."

"You can't promise that!" she said, her voice getting higher - like it usually did when she was freaking out.

"Yes," I said, turning her face to look at me, "I can."

Before she could protest I leaned down and kissed her, which seemed to take her mind off things for a moment.

"You're too good at that." she whispered against my lips, and I smirked.

"I don't see you complaining."

She chuckled and was about to say something when Micah walked back over to us.

She shifted slightly away from me, a blush tinting her cheeks, and it irritated me - because she was my girlfriend, and if I wanted to kiss my girlfriend, I bloody well would.

I slid my hand into her hair and pulled her over to me again, kissing her soundly before letting her go, a satisfied smirk on my face.

She glared at me, but it was half-hearted and we both knew it.

"Alright, well we're going to be landing at the tarmac twenty minutes from the actual gallery, so we'll drive there."

Granger nodded and asked, "How big is this place?"

He chuckled and buckled his seatbelt, indicating that we do the same, before he said, "We're fairly big, since it's our main base of operations. The other smaller branches don't house as many people, but they're not small by any means."

She nodded and said, "Wow, you really weren't kidding back in high school when you said you were going to run your own business."

He smiled and shrugged, choosing not to comment on it.

"Anyway, I know a big concern of yours is friends, and if you move here it'd be harder for you to see them, but we have plenty of funds to ensure that our employees can make trips home fairly often."

My eyes widened at this news, because I highly doubted he made that much money that he could afford to fly everyone where they wanted to go. Which meant that he was giving her special treatment.

Which irritated me.

Though it shouldn't, because it meant I'd get to see her more.

I suppressed a groan, instead running a hand through my hair, while I listened.

"Really? Well...that's something to think about." she said softly.

I really needed to talk to her about this job, because if she really wanted it - and I was pretty sure she did - I wasn't going to stand in her way, and I wasn't going to be the reason she didn't take it.

She was amazing at what she did, and this job was perfect for her, so if she passed up this opportunity because of me...she may have been my girlfriend now, but she was my best friend first, and that's why I wouldn't let her choose me over this job.

Which sucked.

Since when did I get so soft?

Then again, I suppose I'd always had a soft side when it came to her.

I sighed and slid my arm around her waist, surprised when she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

We sat in relative silence for the rest of the trip, Micah constantly on his phone making phone call after phone call regarding his business, and us just sitting, seemingly caught in our own worlds.

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"So what do you think?"

We'd spent the past hour and a half walking through the gallery and having Micah explain every last little detail about what Granger would be doing.

"I think it's amazing." she said with a smile.

Micah returned the smile and said, "I know you'll need some time to think about it, but I can only hold the position for two weeks before I'll need someone to fill it."

Granger's eyes widened, but she nodded, "Of course, I understand."

"Well, are you all staying here for the weekend, or should I have Brian fly you back today?"

"Uh..."

I chuckled, "We're staying for the weekend."

"We are?"

I nodded, and then, low enough that Micah couldn't hear me, said, "I plan on having some fun with you."

A blush rose to her cheeks and I smirked, enjoying her slight embarrassment.

"Well I'll leave you both to your weekend, and I hope I hear from you soon, Mione."

I tried not to scowl at his use of the nickname they'd all given her a few years ago, but I'm pretty sure I did anyway.

He was walking away, but before he made it out the glass doors he turned around, "Oh, and Ron wanted me to tell you to call him. He said that he wants to talk."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he said he tried to call you, but you never answered."

Granger sighed but said, "Yeah. Well thanks, Micah."

He nodded and disappeared, finally leaving me to my girlfriend.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I might call him back, but honestly I don't want to talk to -"

"I meant about the job, Granger." I said with a smirk, "I could care less what you decide to do about the Weasel - though you know that you'll end up friends soon enough."

She glared at me, "What makes you say that?"

"Because you guys always fight, and then make up again."

"Yeah, but he's never accused me of something so stupid before." she said, following me as I pulled her out onto the street.

I'd made reservations at one of the hotels in Paris, and I was planning on treating her - and hopefully she'd let me.

I'd brought her gift with me, and maybe if I stopped being such a pussy, I'd actually give it to her.

"Well I can't really blame him. Everyone thought I was hot." I said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Malfoy. You and I both know that -"

"We were just friends. Yeah, I know, Granger, but apparently he didn't. Still, is that really something to stay this mad at him over. Maybe he's been calling and texting you to apologize."

She raised an eyebrow at me as I slid my arm around her waist, "Since when do you want me and Ron to be friends."

"I personally don't want you to be friends, but I know that you guys were close - even if your relationship was rocky - and he means a lot to you. I want you to be happy."

At that she smiled and said, "When did you get so sweet?"

"Shut up." I said, chuckling while I steered her into the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel George V Paris.

Her eyes widened as she took in the brightly lit lobby - all white marble floors and high ceilings - it screamed expensive.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, her eyes still taking everything in.

I took her hand, leading her over to the front desk to check in, "We're here to check in. Draco Malfoy."

The girl behind the counter, probably around our age, quickly typed in the name and said, "Oh...yes, um, the penthouse?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, that's right."

Her eyes widened and Granger's eyes immediately narrowed, "How much is this costing you?"

There was no way in hell I was telling her I was spending roughly fifteen thousand pounds a night for that penthouse.

I'd stayed here before when my father and I had come to Paris for business meetings, so I wasn't worried about the price - though Granger clearly was.

"Don't worry about it. I want you to have fun."

"I'd have more fun if I didn't feel like you were going bankrupt to afford this visit." she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

I chuckled, "Granger, I'm not going bankrupt. My father and I have stayed here before."

She seemed to relax slightly, and I took that as my opportunity to take the key from the lady behind the desk.

"Thank you."

She smiled and said, "Enjoy your stay."

I nodded and led Granger over to the elevator. Once we were inside and the doors were closed she said, "You know I don't like this."

"Please, Granger, let me do this. I want to do nice things for you, because I like nice things too, and you deserve to be spoiled." I said, pulling her into my arms.

She sighed, resting her head on my chest, and said, "It's just a lot, Malfoy."

"And you haven't even seen the penthouse yet."

She groaned and pushed away from me, "We couldn't have just stayed in a normal hotel?"

"Nope." I said with a smirk.

She sighed and the elevator doors opened to the eighth floor.

I knew I was going to catch hell for this when I unlocked the door, but I knew that if I could get her to see past how expensive everything was, that she'd have a great time.

It'd be hard for her not to, considering what I had planned.

Fingers crossed.

HPOV

I wanted to kill him.

The penthouse was like something out of a dream. I couldn't even imagine ever being able to afford something this extravagant.

And the view. Oh god, it was amazing.

You could literally see the whole city, and the Eiffel Tower - it was stunning.

As far as the penthouse itself went...

I had no words. It was gorgeous, in a painfully expensive kind of way. I mean the floors were marble.

In the living room - if you could call this giant room that - there was Baccarat crystal glassware on the pedestal table, a bookcase with what looked like a lot of really antique books, extremely expensive looking furniture that I was a bit scared to sit on, and a private bar.

Malfoy walked over and picked up a remote, and from behind a black mirror came a plasma TV.

Oh. My. God.

He clicked it on, maybe to get some noise here since I wasn't talking, and turned back to face me.

"Come on, let me show you the rest." he said, taking my hand.

I was literally too dumbstruck to protest, so I followed him.

He paused before we'd made it all the way out of the living room and pointed back towards a door on the opposite side, "The office is through there, in case you were curious."

I just nodded, my voice still gone, and when he pushed open the door to the bedroom, I knew it wasn't coming back anytime soon.

The first thing I noticed was the four poster king sized bed and the terrace across from it.

The walls were gold-toned, and the carpet looked soft enough to sleep on, and the whole room seemed to be set up to be extremely peaceful.

The bedspread was a light pastel blue, the blinds were a cream color, and there were white orchids stationed around the room.

I looked across the bed and saw an obscured sliding glass door, probably to a bathroom that would give me a heart attack, and an archway next to the terrace that looked like a dressing room - that also had windows in it.

I could tell he was studying my face, but I was pretty sure if I opened my mouth I'd start drooling, and that wouldn't help my case later when I yelled at him for spending all this money.

He slid open the door, and I knew my first assumption about having a heart attack was well founded.

The bathroom was stunning.

Everything was beige marble - from the double sink, to the extra large walk in shower, to the giant bathtub that looked like something out of a movie - with jets. The bathtub had jets.

Oh. My. God.

"For fucks sake, Granger, say something." said Malfoy, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the sink.

I wanted to tell him not to do that, lest he damage something, but I figured he'd just chuckle and say something about how he could afford it.

It was moments like this that made me realize just how rich Malfoy really was, and it was definitely shocking.

I mean this was...beyond words.

Speaking of words, I should probably find something to say.

"Wow."

He chuckled and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and said, "Is that a good wow, or a bad wow?"

"Um," I shook my head, trying to figure out what I was feeling, "I don't know, honestly."

He smiled and said, "Well how about we eat, and then you can tell me how you feel."

That seemed to snap me out of it and I pushed him away, "Food, so you can spend more money on me? Not happening."

"Granger, I want to do this. I wouldn't do it if I couldn't afford it."

I shook my head and walked back out of the bathroom, past the bed that was definitely calling my name, and into the living room.

If I wasn't sure that they charged a lot for the alcohol, I would've made myself a drink, because being slightly intoxicated might have made this a little easier to deal with.

Instead I opted for flopping down onto the couch and burying my head in a pillow. This was too much.

I liked nice things, and it was sweet that he did this, but oh my god - this must have cost a fortune.

"Granger," he said, sitting down next to me and rubbing my back, "I brought you here because I wanted to have fun with you. I wanted you to enjoy being away from London, and work, and idiot friends. I wanted it to just be us."

"You wanted to go broke." I mumbled into the pillow.

"Trust me, it would take a lot more than this little trip for me to go broke."

I sighed, but didn't say anything.

I knew he was telling the truth, but I didn't want him doing all this expensive stuff for me. It made me feel guilty.

All of a sudden I felt his hands moving over my back in sure strong motions, kneading my shoulders and working his way down.

I let out a soft sigh and said, "You don't play fair."

He chuckled and said, "Feels good though, right?"

I turned my head to the side and smiled, "You know it does."

He smirked and asked, "Do you want me to continue?"

I nodded slowly and his smirk widened.

He stood up and took my hand, leading me back into the bedroom.

I raised an eyebrow at him and he chuckled, "We're going to do this my way. I had actually planned to do this later, but since you want to be difficult about accepting gifts from your boyfriend -"

"A bracelet is a gift! A necklace, a ring. But a penthouse in the most expensive hotel in Paris is not a gift!"

"Relax, Love." he said, chuckling while he pulled me to stand in front of the bed.

"How can you expect me to relax? You're spending god only knows how much money, and I will never be able to pay you back -"

"It's not about you paying me back." he said, his voice taking on that edge that I knew all too well. He was getting irritated. "It's about me being able to do something nice. So fucking deal with it, Granger, because it's not about to change."

Something about the way his voice was so rough, something about the way he looked at me, had me nodding agreement - at least for now.

He smirked and pulled me into a kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth effortlessly, and dominating me in no time.

He pulled away slightly and slid his hands to the hem of my shirt, sliding it off me while saying, "Let's get this massage started."

I felt my heartbeat speed up at the sensual way he spoke, and I could only nod.

He chuckled and before I knew it all I had on were my light blue lace panties.

"Get on the bed, face down." he said, walking into the bathroom.

I did what he asked, and a few seconds later he was back.

I felt the bed dip as he sat down, and then moments later I felt his oiled hands sliding across my back.

I sighed in contentment and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong hands sliding over my skin.

He moved his hands down, sliding over my arse, and moving down to my legs, massaging my calves before working his way up to my thighs.

He moved closer and closer to where I suddenly wanted him - badly - but never actually touched me.

Instead he shifted, slid his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and said, his voice soft, "Lift your hips, Granger."

I did as he asked and he slid them off me, tossing them somewhere on the floor, before his hands started massaging my bum.

I groaned at the feeling, pushing back against his hands when his thumbs teasingly brushed my pussy.

He chuckled, the sound a deep, sensual rumble, and said, "I don't know why we haven't done this before."

"Because you're a tease." I said, my voice softer than I thought it would be.

He chuckled again and smacked my arse, the sharp sting only seeming to add fuel to the fire that was already burning.

"Flip over."

I did what he asked, and noticed that he'd changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing, and was instead wearing a loose pair of basketball shorts.

"I'm guessing you had clothes sent here."

He smirked, "A Malfoy is always prepared."

I was going to say something else, but his hands found my breasts and I closed my eyes, all thoughts of talking far from my mind.

He massaged, teased, tweaked, and pinched my nipples until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.

He slid his hands down my stomach, and to my right leg, sliding his hands over my calves before moving up to massage my thigh.

I parted my legs slightly and he chuckled, but moved to massage the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to where I was pretty sure I was dripping for him - but of course he still didn't touch me. Instead he moved to my other leg, repeating the same process.

By this point I was panting, and more than ready for him to -

"Oh god."

He slid his thumb over my clit a few times before spreading my legs further and laying down on the bed.

I leaned up on my forearms to look down at him, and he had a sinfully seductive sparkle in his eyes as he brought his tongue out - I dropped my head back down onto the pillow and tried to control my breathing.

DPOV

I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs while my tongue flicked her clit.

She was panting and moaning above me, her hands tangled in my hair, and I knew I wanted to give her an orgasm before I was done.

I hadn't originally intended to take it this far with her, but I couldn't keep myself from teasing her. She was just so fucking stunning.

I slid two fingers of my right hand into her wet pussy, groaning at how tight she was, and started pumping them in and out while I kept licking her clit.

"Oh god, Malfoy." she moaned, her hips moving off the bed.

I knew she was close, so I groaned against her clit again, and seconds later she came.

I kissed my way up her oil-slick body and pulled her into a kiss.

She smiled and pushed my shorts down my legs before wrapping her legs around my waist.

She kissed me while I slowly slid into her, and I knew I didn't want to be anywhere but there.

No matter how stubborn this woman was, no matter how independent, no matter how against all this extravagant stuff she was, I still wanted her, and I knew she wanted me.

The rest would work itself out.

Alright, I hope you guys liked this chapter, leave me a review. The next chapter will still be at the hotel, and maybe Draco will give her the present?

Who knows?

Oh wait...I know...haha whoops.

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