When Draco and Hermione eventually broke apart, they realised that they
were alone.
Hermione laughed slightly and said, "Well, I'm knackered."
"Sorry my kissing was so boring for you," joked Draco.
Hermione leaned against him. These were the times she loved him the most.
"No, I mean we should probably go back to the hotel. All this walking is
making – "
"I know, I know – your feet hurt. Let's go."
Hermione gave him a skeptical look, but walked with him back to the
Sheridan.
That night, Hermione and Draco spent the night together. They watched a movie, but fell asleep halfway through. Hermione was awoken the next day by gentle prodding. She shaded her eyes from the bright, ceiling light. "D'you know what day it is?" Draco asked, holding out a tray of food. "Day?" repeated Hermione. "Shouldn't it be night, still? I felt like I haven't got any sleep at all." "Well, you did. Five-and-a-half hours. Now, as I said before – d'you know what day it is?" "Um..." "It's our seventh month! It's been seven months since we first started dating." "Oh, Draco!" Hermione wrapped her arms round him. "You remembered!" "'Course I did. Now, to start your day off, here's breakfast in bed." Hermione gasped at the sight of toast, kippers, and a single red rose on the silver tray. "Wherever did you get the money to pay for this?" Draco lowered his voice. "Can you keep a secret?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Yes." "I nicked it from outside Room 87."
Draco and Hermione went next-door to Neville and Ginny's room. They found the two laughing at the cartoons on the set. "Hey, lovebirds," grinned Ginny. Draco, with his arm round Hermione's waist said, "It's our seventh month and we're gonna celebrate." "So I reckon you wanna spend the whole day together?" guessed Neville. "And us to leave you alone?" "No," stated Draco firmly. "What?" asked Hermione, looking at him in deep question. "No, I wanna prepare a romantic evening for the two of us. And for that, I need to have the whole day. Now, you run off with Ginny and Nelson – " "Neville," corrected Neville. "Whatever," continued Draco. "And just meet me at the docks at nine o'clock, okay, Hermione?" "But, I – " "Just trust me, all right? I wanna make up seven months of my bad behavior. I want it to be what it was like when we first met. I'll have everything ready by eight."
Hermione dragged the others to the mall, and began purchasing souvenirs for their friends and family back in England. "Aw, look at this little statue of the Eiffel Tower," cooed Hermione. "Isn't that cute? And a little pack of cigarettes...I bet their chocolate." "No, those'd be actual cigarettes," confirmed Neville. "The French are big on them. And basically there's no age boundary. Wanna smoke?" Hermione laughed and continued shopping round. "Sure you have enough for all that?" asked Ginny. "Oh, don't worry," assured Hermione. "My parents gave me five hundred dollars for this trip. Which, in France, is actually worth..."
That night, Hermione and Draco spent the night together. They watched a movie, but fell asleep halfway through. Hermione was awoken the next day by gentle prodding. She shaded her eyes from the bright, ceiling light. "D'you know what day it is?" Draco asked, holding out a tray of food. "Day?" repeated Hermione. "Shouldn't it be night, still? I felt like I haven't got any sleep at all." "Well, you did. Five-and-a-half hours. Now, as I said before – d'you know what day it is?" "Um..." "It's our seventh month! It's been seven months since we first started dating." "Oh, Draco!" Hermione wrapped her arms round him. "You remembered!" "'Course I did. Now, to start your day off, here's breakfast in bed." Hermione gasped at the sight of toast, kippers, and a single red rose on the silver tray. "Wherever did you get the money to pay for this?" Draco lowered his voice. "Can you keep a secret?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Yes." "I nicked it from outside Room 87."
Draco and Hermione went next-door to Neville and Ginny's room. They found the two laughing at the cartoons on the set. "Hey, lovebirds," grinned Ginny. Draco, with his arm round Hermione's waist said, "It's our seventh month and we're gonna celebrate." "So I reckon you wanna spend the whole day together?" guessed Neville. "And us to leave you alone?" "No," stated Draco firmly. "What?" asked Hermione, looking at him in deep question. "No, I wanna prepare a romantic evening for the two of us. And for that, I need to have the whole day. Now, you run off with Ginny and Nelson – " "Neville," corrected Neville. "Whatever," continued Draco. "And just meet me at the docks at nine o'clock, okay, Hermione?" "But, I – " "Just trust me, all right? I wanna make up seven months of my bad behavior. I want it to be what it was like when we first met. I'll have everything ready by eight."
Hermione dragged the others to the mall, and began purchasing souvenirs for their friends and family back in England. "Aw, look at this little statue of the Eiffel Tower," cooed Hermione. "Isn't that cute? And a little pack of cigarettes...I bet their chocolate." "No, those'd be actual cigarettes," confirmed Neville. "The French are big on them. And basically there's no age boundary. Wanna smoke?" Hermione laughed and continued shopping round. "Sure you have enough for all that?" asked Ginny. "Oh, don't worry," assured Hermione. "My parents gave me five hundred dollars for this trip. Which, in France, is actually worth..."