Neville and Hermione switched places, and stayed with the other person. Hermione stayed up late, watching movies on the television. When Rhett kissed Scarlett for the umpteenth time, Hermione sobbed louder into her pillow, and Ginny moaned and rolled over, apparently still asleep. Hermione grabbed a tissue from the box and blew her nose. She then discarded it in a pile, where many other Kleenexes lay strewn. Suddenly, there was a light tap at the door, and Hermione jumped slightly. She dried her eyes and went to the door. It was Draco. "Hey," he said, casually leaning in the doorway. "Hey," she replied, looking down. "Er – you forgot your barrette." Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out the pink hairpiece. "Oh, thank you." Hermione put it in her hair and smiled weakly. He grinned. "So, uh...what're you doing?" "Just watching some tele. You?" "Fell asleep in my room. Say, d'you wanna go for a walk?" Hermione looked back at her sleeping friend, who was now in a very awkward, and what looked to be uncomfortable, position. "Sure...that'd be nice."
The two walked down the lit streets of Paris, smiling and saying, "Bon soir" to the friendly strangers. Then, the magnificent, glowing Eiffel Tower came into view. "Oh, it's so beautiful," sighed Hermione, clapping her hands together. "Yeah," agreed Draco, placing his arm round his girlfriend's shoulders. "And it's so...high." "Fall off there and it could kill you." Hermione stared up awe. "Wow."
As it was now midnight, the two headed back to the Sheridan. Draco escorted Hermione back to her room. "Well, I better stay here, then," Hermione concluded. "Or Ginny'll worry in the morning." Draco nodded. "Well, goodnight." The two stood awkwardly, before Draco leant forward. At the last second, Hermione turned, and his kiss landed on her cheek. With slight uneasiness, Draco waved and made for his room. Hermione closed the door, leant on it, and sighed.
When the sun rose the next morning, Hermione felt awake and refreshed. She shook Ginny, who sleepily got up out of bed. "Let's go see the sights," Hermione announced, looking through a tourist book, Paris, la Place D'Amour. "Ooh, I wanna see the Eifel Tower!" Ginny exclaimed. "Oh, Draco and I already saw that." "When?" "Last night. But it's no big deal – we can see it again..." "No, no – me and Neville will go another time, by ourselves. So...you and Draco?" "What? Nothing happened." Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Now, when people say that, it always means something did happen." Hermione shook her head. "Seriously. We walked for a bit, saw the Tower, then he kissed me, and we went to our own rooms." Ginny sighed, and collapsed back on her bed. "You sure have a boring life, Hermione." "Boring life!? I have a boring...we're in bloody Paris!"
The four covered the Arc de Triomphe and the Notre Dame. By the end of the day, they were all extremely exhausted. "Oh, look!" said Hermione, pointing to some cars driving round in circles. "It's the Étoile roundabout!" "I heard people can crash terribly, there," Draco commented casually. "There you go!" "What?" "You're always saying the negative things about the landmark. The Eiffel Tower's too high – someone could jump off and kill themselves. The Arc has too much traffic round it. The Notre Dame was too crowded and had a plain appearance on the exterior. When will it stop? You're always complaining!" "Me? You think I'm always complaining? Who wanted to stop three times to shop, twice to eat, and five times because your feet hurt!?" "Draco." "What!?" "We're fighting again." "Hermione, I'm so sorry." "No, I am. It's all my fault. I shouldn't've made you guys stop all those times." Within seconds, the two were kissing passionately. Ginny and Neville looked awkwardly at the two, then at each other. "Now, would be a good time to see the Eiffel Tower," Ginny suggested. "Yeah," agreed Neville, following her.