I have no clue where this idea came from. It just popped in my head and I had to get it out. Well actually no I just remembered. I was thinking about all the literature I had to read in high school (my brother goes to my alma mater) and I was wondering if he would be reading the same books like Tale of Two Cities and then I thought how cool would it be to have Harry Potter in the French Revolution. Unfortunately I can't make such illustrious descriptions in my writing that can be used as foreshadowing but I will try to make it as wonderful as possible. Hope you like the idea.

I'm still doing my other stories of course. I just had to put this down before I forgot. Hmm maybe I should make it a two-shot and torture you guys with your imagination. MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH.

Quick summary: AU Draco is a noble on the advent of the French Revolution.

Disclaimer:

This is a DeanBeans Draco x Harry production of massive proportions. The characters and the original stories I unfortunately do not own but I'm working on that (along with every other fanfic writer but whatevs I like the competition).

If you don't like then…*drops head* I'm sorry. Review and tell me why. No flames please. If you have enough time to flame then you have enough time to get a life that's productive.

Onwards on a new adventure!

Draco stood in line, waiting amongst the other nobles stripped of their wealth and clothing with his head held high.

The Guillotine. That was the next chapter in his life or rather the last chapter in his life. As he heard the jeering's and cheering's of the peasants when the next headless body was thrown into the ever growing pile of bodies and the next sobbing noble was dragged up to the podium for sick entertainment reminiscent of the gladiator games, Draco tuned it out. He closed his eyes and imagined himself on the Malfoy estate with his Mother and Father and their French poodle Serea. The Malfoy estate with its 50 plus rooms, an 80 acre courtyard a garden filled with albino peacocks and rare plants from around the world tended by at least 50 gardeners.

It had a wine cellar filled with wines made within the last 75 years. The collection was once boasted the best in the lands of France. Nobles from England, Spain and other parts of France used to come visit for a taste from the Malfoy Cellar.

But the person he will remember the most, crave the most. The person who made Draco love him and in turn caused the disproval of his father, his friend, his brother (or that was how close they had felt at a time) and then later his lover, Harrison Potter.

Draco imagined that he and Harry were laying in each other's arms on the Mediterranean beach of Porto-Pollo in Corsica, living their lives as they wanted: like peasants without expectations. The young Malfoy could practically smell the salt on the slight breeze that slid past his nose. Or maybe they could take a trip to Greece and live among the mountaintops with the Greeks. They could visit Athens then swing back around to Italy for the art; admire the history there within the cities of the Romans and their empire.

So as the Draco was shackled into place with the glinting metal contraption hanging above his head waiting to drink the blood of another noble, Draco opened his eyes and locked with emerald green ones widened in horror and smiled.

Serea means Magic in French (I think. Could be very wrong). You like that huh? Gotta add in magic where I can hehehehe.

SO you see that wonderful button underneath. It's all new and shiny and blue. Look at it. Look. Tell me you don't want to push it. I know you want to I can feel it. Don't let anyone hold you back just do it…dooooooooo iiiiiitttttttt.