1The next day Harry woke up feeling like the world was new, and he could do whatever he pleased. He took a quick shower, and went to eat some breakfast. When he entered, Draco was at the Slytherin table already, and without looking at Harry, he gave a small smile to Blaise, whom he was talking to. After Harry ate a quick breakfast and waved goodbye to his friends, he left the Great Hall.

To his surprise, Draco was not the person to approach him, although he could see the blonde hair out of the corner of his eye, and could feel a tension begin to rise.

"Hello, Harry."

"Oh, hello, professor."

"Audrey."

"Oh, right. Sorry"

"It's okay. Harry, I was wondering if, today, we could do some more training, I noticed that you look much better than you did yesterday."

"Sorry, but I'm busy today. I've already made plans."

"Oh?" said professor Fentson raising an eyebrow at Harry.

"Yes. But I have no problem meeting you on Tuesday, though. If that's alright with you."

The professor didn't look as if this was going to be acceptable at all and just when she was about to tell Harry that she didn't care if he had to save the world, he needed training, someone stepped in to save the saviour of the wizarding world.

"Professor Fentson, Harry has detention with me all day. With all the hold-up the entire week, I needed to pile the detentions on him for an entire day."

"But professor Snape, I thought I had a talk with you already; Harry shouldn't need to take his detentions."

"And why not?"

"Because he has more important things to do."

"More important than to set this boy straight? Professor Fentson," said Severus, whose face had turned bright red as his voice began to rise, "I will not allow this boy to think he receives special treatment for wrong behaviour in front of me, even if no one else here seems to agree. Now, you will allow me to take him into detention or trust me, he will be in no condition to have another 'training session' with you ever again!"

Professor Fentson glared at the enraged man standing before her, "Well then, see you Tuesday, Harry."

After she had walked away and out of hearing range, Harry turned and looked at Severus who still looked red and enraged.

"Severus? Are you alright?"

"The nerve of that woman, thinking that just because she is 'training' you that she gets special treatment."

"Thanks anyway, professor. You couldn't have come at a better time."

"God, the nerve of that wretched woman; and I thought I could not despise anyone more than I despised that Umbridge witch."

"That sodding git; I'll kill her!" yelled Draco, who had just approached, red in the face, just like Severus.

As Harry saw this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"And what is so funny, Mr. Potter?" asked Severus

"You," gasped Harry between bouts of laughter, "Both. Look. Like. Tomatoes."

"Tomatoes?" Asked Draco

Harry laughed harder, if that was even possible, while clutching at his stomach.

Finally, after Harry pulled himself together, he looked up and saw two glares aimed his way. He was tempted to break into laughter again, but thought better of it. With the anger they both had just erupted with, they could easily set their wrath on him.

Harry smiled, trying desperately to subdue the laughter that was trying so hard to burst out of him.

"Never mind. Anyway, thanks, Severus."

Severus didn't say anything, just glared for a moment, but decided this was their day, and Harry earned it.

"You two hurry up, or else you won't get to do anything."

"Oh, right!" said Harry

"The statue?" asked Draco

Harry nodded, and they bid the potions master, who was still infuriated with the Defense professor, farewell.

"So, Harry, what are we doing today?"

"You'll see."

Draco eyed his lion suspiciously, but smiled at the secret plans his lion had lined up for him.

When they arrived at Hogsmead along the underground route, as they'd been doing since they got together, Harry took Draco's hand, kissed it and bowed to him.

Draco couldn't help but blush at his well-mannered Gryffindor, but he blushed too soon, for right then, Draco heard a growl, and Harry was kissing Draco in no time. They had been kissing for a while when Draco started to get impatient, and wanted to go further; but Harry pulled away.

"This is not why we're here."

Draco raised an eyebrow at him, and blinked.

Harry grinned and pulled his dragon along, not stopping until they reached a fireplace.

"Harry, there are fireplaces everywhere. Why this one?"

"Because, I had this one connected to a place I need to take you to; now come on."

"Okay, What do I say?"

"Just say 'Pari McLamier.'"

"What?"

"Just say it."

Draco glared at Harry again, trying to will his Gryffindor to spill the secret, but Harry just chuckled at Draco and stepped into the fire.

When Draco stepped out of the fire, he looked around, and saw Harry standing before him with his arms across his chest, smiling smugly at his dragon.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?"

"You're beautiful too. Now, Harry, tell me where we are."

"We're in Paris."

"Paris?"

"It's a muggle place where couples, who are in love, go to."

Draco corked up an eyebrow, "They have places for that?"

Harry chuckled, "No, it's just a city in France famous for being called 'The City of Love.'"

"Oh gee, what's France?" asked Draco teasingly.

"Never mind, Draco. Let's get going. We have a lot of sight-seeing to do."

"Sight seeing?"

"Yes, I brought a camera," Harry smiled, and took Draco's arm. They walked around Paris for hours, noting all the wonderful picture opportunities.

"Harry, everyone's so nice here, and there're gays all over the place."

"Yes, Draco, I know. This city thrives on love. They don't care about gender differences or similarities. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Wow, I didn't know places like this existed."

"It's okay, Draco. We're spending the whole day here."

"Harry, can we spend forever here? It's such a pretty place."

"After school, okay?"

Draco smiled at his Gryffindor. The place really was beautiful. It made Draco's heart jump whenever his eyes shifted to Harry.

They went sight-seeing for a while, then Harry took them both to a little restaurant for lunch. It was great, except Harry had to order for Draco, since he couldn't understand what the waiter was saying.

Draco smiled at his lion after the waiter left. It was only just an hour past noon, and he was having the time of his life.

"Harry, what are we doing after? Are we going to see more places?"

"No, we need to do a bit of shopping."

"Why do we 'need' to go shopping?"

"You'll see."

Draco rolled his eyes. Harry was being so secretive. And he loved every moment of it; his Gryffindor was hot when he was acting so mysterious.

After they finished lunch, which was absolutely marvellous even for it having been muggle food, they went shopping. But not just any old kind of shopping; they went muggle tuxedo shopping. Now that was something absolutely foreign to Draco.

"Why do I need to get all these weird named pieces of clothing?"

"Because when you wear them, it comes together, and you look really nice in the end."

"Why can't I just wear my dress robes?"

"Because you'll look out of place amongst a group of muggles."

"But they are so bloody tight on me; are you sure the lady got me the right size?"

"They're not tight on you. You're just not used to wearing anything other than billowing, loose robes."

After they were done, Draco had to admit that a 'tux' looked quite good on him, and on his sexy Gryffindor.

"Now, will you tell me what they are for?"

"Later; you'll see," Harry turned his attention to the lady helping them fit into their suits, "Thank you. We'll wear them out. Hang our other clothes, I guess, so we have something to change out of later tonight, please."

The Lady nodded, and put their clothes on hangers and in bags to protect them.

Harry looked at his watch, "We should get going."

Draco pursed his lips, and followed Harry.

When Harry and Draco arrived at their destination, it was quite the remarkable scene. The restaurant they were at was absolutely marvellous, according to Draco, anyway. As soon as he entered, he had noticed couples just like Harry and him. Everyone looked so good in a 'tux'.

They took a seat on the balcony, and looked down upon those dining outside, beneath their view. It was truly a beautiful place here. Being placed on the balcony gave them a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.

"Harry, how did you know about this place?"

"I read about it in books."

"But you seem to know this place so well."

Harry shrugged, "I guess it's because you're here with me."

Draco smiled as they placed orders for food.

"So, what do we do with the camera?"

"We can get the film developed. I didn't want to use a magical camera because I was hoping this could be something like your first full muggle experience."

"And I like it!"

"And to think you hated muggles and everything to do with muggles all those years."

"I didn't hate it, I just, well, I didn't really know, until you challenged me to think differently."

"I can send for it to be developed at a muggle place, then we can show the pictures to Severus."

Draco smiled again. He couldn't stop smiling. Harry made him so happy.

"So, when I'm busy with all the things I have to do, what do you do?"

"Oh, you won't believe it! Severus still wants me to hand in my essays on time! What kind of special godfather-godson treatment is this?"

Harry laughed. His beautiful dragon. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. This wasn't news to the Gryffindor though; he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Draco the moment their lips touched in their sixth year, "Well, what did you expect?"

"Not this! You're a Gryffindor, and he lets you off!"

"I was supposed to be in Slytherin, you know, and with the way you're acting, I think you should have been in Hufflepuff."

"Bloody hell, I resent that! How insulting!"

Harry laughed again. Today had just been such a perfect day.

They finished dinner, and returned to Hogwarts, having to shrink their tuxes down to size in order to sneak them back into their dorms.

They kissed goodnight and Draco didn't want to let Harry go. It wasn't until Harry promised the Slytherin another trip did Draco finally let his lion go.

Before Draco fell asleep that night, he was thinking up ways to get that sodding professor, but he let that notion slip away soon after. He wasn't going to let the little annoying belly button lint ruin his beautiful day with Harry.