Draco sighed. Harry had gone and done something heroic and reckless, which had inevitably ended up with them getting in a fight. Draco ducked and weaved through alleys trying to keep up with his boyfriend, and not get caught by the angry mob behind him. After a while, he burst into an abandoned warehouse and followed Harry up the rickety stairs. As Harry tried to force the door to the roof open, Draco tried to ask him what they were doing on the roof when they could be nice and safe in the main part of the city by now.
"Why are those people chasing us anyhow?" he demanded.
All he got were a few grunts and some absent waves of Harry's hand as he continued to assault the door. The door finally gave way and they ran out onto the roof. A few seconds later the mob streamed onto the roof and started casting angry looking spells at them.
Trying to dodge spells, not fall off the roof, and take out as many of the mob as possible, Draco yelled to Harry, "You're going to be the death of me!"
Grinning, Harry replied, "Not to worry, Love, I happen to be a certified necromancer."
With that he waved his hands in a complex motion and skeletal hands dragged the mob THROUGH the roof.
Looking satisfied, Harry walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"I'm glad you're okay," he murmured.
Looking around at the destruction Draco said, "I've changed my mind, Barcelona is a terrible place for a date."
They apperated off into the sunset, never to visit Spain again.