An owl vigorously pecked at Draco's bedroom window around noon. He lazily strode over to it and took the parchment it clasped in its claws. It took the treat he offered it and flew away. Wondering who would be so brave as to so blatantly interrupt his vacation, he broke the seal on the letter. It was addressed to Hermione so he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips.

"Wake up sleepy head, you have a letter."

"Who from?" she asked not moving.

"You're mum looks like." She sat up on her elbow and took the parchment with a quizitive look on her face.

"Oh, I wasn't near my phone so she couldn't get a hold of me. She says to call her when I get a chance. I wonder what that's all about. Hm." She sat up fully and noticed that burning sensation between her legs. It felt like a rug burn in a most inconvenient place.

Draco couldn't believe how much like a goddess she looked. Her wavy morning hair was tousled everywhere, her cheeks were flushed and her nose scrunched in the cutest way when she yawned. She had the sheet pulled up to her shoulder like a toga drape and smiled at him.

"What are you looking at? I must look a mess." Her hand went to her hair trying to smooth it out.

"No, you look wonderful," he crawled over to her and started kissing her, "and I'm looking forward to many mornings waking up with you looking just like this, if not a little more haggard." He smirked at his implication.

"Oh really?" she said between kisses. She smiled on his mouth and let out a small laugh. "Draco, we need to get dressed. I'm starved and need some breakfast." 'Not to mention my legs need a good stretch', she though to herself.

"Alright, you go and I'll call for some breakfast." She sashayed out of the room swaying her hips a little extra on purpose and looking over her shoulder with smoldering eyes. He took this as a guarantee that tonight would be a repeat of last night's events.

Breakfast came and they ate in front of the windows looking out over the ocean.

"My mother left a message on my phone saying that I had a visitor last night and that I should call her to talk about it."

"Did she say who it was?"

"No, just that I would find it interesting."

"Knowing your track record it was either Voldemort or some University begging you to come to their school. Pretty good odds it was the second since the first couldn't happen."

"Haha, very funny. I'll give her a call sometime today." She picked up a muffin and started picking at it while taking her bit of the paper. He always set out the comics and the front page sections for her while he took the business and lifestyle section. "What are the plans for today? A quick trip to the moon or a scuba session to the center of the earth?" she kept a straight face and pretended to read the paper.

"Are you trying to say that I'm spoiling you?"

"Heavens no, just that you don't need to feel like you need to entertain me. I know you have a lot of things on your plate, I see all the papers that get sent to you at the end of the day. I just don't want to be a burden."

"This vacation is as much for me as it is for you. I'm here precisely because I get that stack of papers everyday. I'm tired and I need a break. I'll look them over when I get back to the office after we get back to school. As for you, I didn't have anything planned yet today and I was going to see what you wanted to do. But if you're going to be a chit about it, then I'll just leave you here and have my own adventure."

"No, I'll go with you, but I have no idea what to do. I've never been around here before and I don't know what to see. I was kind of using you as a tour guide. I feel like having an adventure today. I want to see something that I've never seen before." He looked at her with his thinking face. He puckered his lips and squinted so it looked like he was giving you a mean face, but she knew better. She cocked her head to the side waiting for the wheels to finish turning in his head.

"I think I know where we should go. When you're done go bundle up. We're going to go somewhere cold."

"Where are we going?!" she asked like a little girl who was just told they were going on a car ride.

"If I had intended for you to know, I would have told you already. Now eat something, I don't want Professor Dumbledore to think that I starved you."

She smiled and shook her head. She took a gulp of her juice and took hold of a banana and started in on her paper again.

After a leisurely breakfast she went to her room and put on layer after layer finishing with a scarf and hat. She decided against snow boots and just went for some blue suede sneakers that went well with her jeans.

Draco was on the couch waiting for her sifting through some messages that he called for that morning. He looked up when he heard her open her door and walk out.

"Ready to go?"

"I would say yes if I knew exactly where we were going."

"Oh shut up woman. Let's go down to the apparation point and you'll know soon enough." Hermione followed behind Draco as he went down to the main lobby to the apparation point. "Now hold on to me and close your eyes. We're leaving the country, so it may take a minute."

"Leaving the country?"

"Just do what I say." He spoke as if convincing a child to go to bed for their own good.

She closed her eyes and held on tight around his neck. She cleared her mind and just let him drive, so to speak. She felt a pull in her navel and away they went. He was right, it did take longer that regular apparation from place to place. She knew it had to be normal because he told her it would take a minute. Just as long as she wasn't going to be splinched, she was just fine.

Although she felt her feet hit ground Draco was still holding on.

"Don't open your eyes yet."

"Okay."

She felt him turn her around and kiss her softly before he stepped to her side and held her hand.

"You can open them now."

She opened and saw the Eiffel Tower. She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe she was actually seeing it in real life. She was standing across the street from it and she was right there. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at Draco. He was just watching the many expressions cross her face and smiling.

"So, how's this?"

She jumped on him wrapping her arms tight around his neck and pulling herself as close to him as she could.

"Thank you so much Draco." Her voice was so quiet she was surprised anything came out at all.

"You're welcome." He hugged her back and held her. "Now come on, I figured you would want to do some shopping while we were here. Then we can get some lunch and go back to the hotel."

"Can we go over and touch the tower first? Maybe go to the top?"

"If you'd like."

"Ok, now where are we so I can figure out how to get out."

"We're in my families apartment in Paris in the Malfoy Inc. building. And you get out through a door. Smart one you must be."

"Oh would you just come on, we have things to do!"

She got her wish to take a ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower and see all of Paris. She was in love with this day and would never forget it as long as she lived. She made a point to put it on a list to come back here some day.

They went shopping for a few hours and Draco paid for everything but the souvenirs for her friends. He offered to buy Ginny's, he had no problem with her, but she said that they were from her, so she could buy them. After having a fashion show of all the things that Draco wanted to buy and a few things that she got, they were hungry and headed to a café for some lunch.

Draco ordered considering he was the only one of the two that knew the language. She loved how everything smelled and still couldn't bring herself back to reality. Even if she woke up and this was all a dream, it would be her best memory. The food was delicious and there was nothing left to bring back with them.

Once back in their room at the hotel she went to her room to put all her things away and take her shoes off from a long morning of walking and standing in shops.

They met back up in the living room to sip hot chocolate and talk until dinner. They watched a movie and snuggled in front of the fire when they ran out of things to talk about. The day wasn't even over and Hermione had never been happier. It all went by so fast, but she didn't care.

Draco was the happiest man alive today. He knew she would love Paris and made a note in his head to take her back someday. Maybe they would go over summer before she went off to whatever career she had lined up for herself. He loved holding her in the crook of his arm while they watched a movie. For some reason it just felt different than it ever did before on lazy days. He noticed more of her mannerisms and the way she smelled. He wanted to stay like this forever, and never knew how he was going to top himself tomorrow.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and it would have magic of its own. Hermione put off calling her mother until tomorrow. She didn't want to ruin the moments they were spending together. When the end of the night came, there was no hesitancy when he led her to his room holding her hand. Another night of pure ecstasy ensued and she knew that tomorrow she was going to pay for it.

A/N: ok, I've put off doing the dishes long enough. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It was kind of filler trying to get to Christmas. But oh, can't you wait to know who visited? It's a plot turner let me tell you. We needed some drama, but I'll give them a day or two before I pull it out. Good night!