1Be proud of me everyone, I updated a lot faster this time! (Partly because I had most of it written and I had quite a few encouraging reviews, bravo to you all.)

I would go through and thank all of my reviewers by name, but that would take up entirely too much room and I figure you would much rather read the chapter than an extremely long list of names. So...

Here's the chapter!

"Okay Draco, thirty-two steps going down, rail to your right. You make it down these stairs and I'll take you someplace special for lunch."

Draco took a deep breath and sent out a single hand to grip the banister tightly. "I'm not sure I can..." he started, but Harry interrupted him.

"You can to, now just take a step down. I'm right here if you trip."

Draco snorted and said, "That's comforting. Okay Potter, I'm coming." He took a hesitant step down, gently tapping his right foot in front of him to find the next step. He had taken a fair number of steps down when he hesitated.

"It's alright Draco," Harry said softly, "give me your other hand and I'll help you."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief and he stuck out his left hand. Harry grabbed it and said, "There. Just keep up the good work. You're almost halfway down."

Draco tightened his grip on Harry and said, "This is scary. I've never..." he stumbled and Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist, holding him up.

"Are you alright?"

Draco caught his breath and said, "Yeah, fine. Am I right in saying I have five steps left?"

"Four actually," Harry corrected and ran his thumb gently over the back of Draco's hand. "Come on, you've got to be starved."

Draco bit his lip and stepped down the remainder of the way as quickly as he could. He smiled broadly and Harry patted his back.

"Excellent. Now, let's go have lunch, shall we?" Harry said quickly and began to lead Draco to his fireplace.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked quietly, stepping closer to Harry to catch his scent, one that he, although he was in Harry's clothes and had used his soap, had not been able to pick up.

Harry said, "I don't know, I was thinking France."

Draco grinned and followed Harry into the hearth. Harry wrapped both arms around Draco. He must have stated a destination, as they began to spin, but Draco didn't hear. They spun more than Draco could ever remember before, but sooner or later they stopped.

Harry led the pair of them out of the new room, keeping Draco close to him.

"Are we really in France?" Draco questioned, tightening his grip on Harry. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"We're in France, but it is an English-speaking community. As for the safety factor, no one is going to be looking for you here," Harry said reasonably as he led Draco farther then suddenly came to a halt, causing Draco to bump into him.

"Bonjour Monsieur Harry," came a rich, male, French-accented voice from in front of them.

"Hello Michel, how are you?" Harry said and tightened his grip on Draco's hand reassuringly. "This is Draco. We are here for the afternoon."

"Oui. One portkey back. Just touch it and state your destination," Michel replied, handing Harry a brochure about the Louvre.

"Merci," Harry replied and said, "This way, Draco."

They seemed to be in a place that was rather empty but Draco could hear the steady thrum of a mass number of voiced nearby.

"Harry, why are we taking a portkey back? Why not Floo?"

"Because the Floo networks are extremely crowded at night, you can never tell where you will end up. A portkey, or at least a French portkey, acts much like Floo powder."

Draco nodded. He vaguely remembered his mother blathering on about how she ended up in Bath once using the Floo network.

Harry suddenly stopped, Draco bumping into him once again. "Warn me before you stop, Potter."

Harry was thankful that Draco couldn't see him, as he was blushing slightly. "Oh, sorry. Listen, we are about to enter a fairly crowded area. You should probably walk behind me, okay? Hook your finger on my belt loop."

Draco released Harry's hand and slid it around his waist. He explored the waist of Harry's trousers and finally said, "I can't find one."

Harry reached around, guiding Draco's hand to the loop in the middle of his back.

"I'm sorry," Draco said softly as he threaded two fingers through.

Harry grinned and said, "No problem. It's not far to the café. Are you ready?"

Draco took a deep breath and said, "Yeah. Lead on."

"See Draco, not so bad right?" Harry said as he stopped at the door of the café, pulling it open.

Draco let out a nervous laugh and said, "I'm glad I can't see the looks on people's faces. I'm guessing we are here?"

"Yeah, we're there. Follow me, I have a table in the back."

Draco grinned and said, "You have your own table? Do you come here often? I noticed that Michel bloke knew you."

Harry steered Draco into a chair and sat across from him. "Yeah, this is my favorite place. I spend a couple of weeks here during the summers. Michel is my liaison, of sorts."

Draco chuckled and closed his eyes. "Where is everything positioned?"

"Plate directly in front of you. Two forks on your left, spoon and knife on the right. A glass of water is above the spoon and knife."

"The napkin is on the plate?" Draco said softly, reaching out and plucking the napkin up, laying it flat in his lap.

"Napkin is on the plate," Harry echoed as he himself laid his napkin in his lap.

"Eh Monsieur Potter, bienvenue to Pierre's. The usual, I presume?" sounded a voice from behind Draco. For some odd reason he didn't jump this time.

"Make it two," Draco heard Harry say. Soon after he heard the soft scratch of pencil on paper.

"Ah, and we 'ave a visitor today? Eh…" the waiter said, waiting for a name.

"His name is Draco," Harry said and the man clapped his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"'Ello Draco. Well 'Arry, ça fait du bien de te revoir." the waiter said then removed his hand. "I'll just go and put your order in. Bon apétit."

Draco ran his hand up the sweating glass and picked it up, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.

"I have no idea what he just said," Harry said with a laugh as he watched Draco take a drink.

" 'Bienvenue' means welcome, so he said 'Welcome to Pierre's', 'Eh' means 'hello', 'ça fait du bien de te revoir' means 'Nice to see you again', and you should know what 'Bon apétit' means. Anything else you need translated?" Draco said in a way that suggested his was talking to a child.

Harry's jaw dropped and he fell silent. Finally he said, "Je veux sucer ton pénis' mean?"

Draco covered his face to stifle laughter. "Someone…said that…to you?" he said through his laughter.

"Yeah. Why? What does it mean?"

The Slytherin only raised a hand and said, "Nothing. You don't want to know."

"Is it…bad?" Harry said hesitantly and Draco only nodded. "You're probably right," Harry said as he began to spin his knife on its tip.

Draco finally caught his breath and said, "You really should learn French if you are going to come here so often."

"Oh," Harry said meekly. "So…I take it that you have been to France before?" Harry asked conversationally.

Draco's eyes opened marginally and he said, "Once. I came with my mum on holiday once. She speaks fluent French, like me. She is the one who taught me, actually."

Harry smiled and said, "It's nice here. Quiet. Sometimes that's all I need. Seriously, I wish that it was possible for everyone to just leave me alone."

"They can't," Draco said softly, "you are the reason most of them are alive today."

Harry sighed and didn't answer.

"Don't feel so alone," the blonde finally said. "Believe me when I say that you aren't the only one who people enjoy talking about and to. I'm more like you than you think, just the opposite. You are the Golden Boy for the light, I am the rumored leader of the new generation of Death Eaters-In-Training."

Harry raised his eyebrows and said, "I suppose you're right. We are more alike than I knew. Ah, here's our food."

There was a soft clink as the waiter placed the plates in front of the pair of them. " 'Ere you are, deux orders of gaine.."

"Merci," Harry said and smiled broadly at the meal in front of him.

Draco rolled his eyes and said. "Harry Potter, we are in France."

Harry looked over to Draco and said, "Your point?"

"You order spaghetti? An Italian food?"

Harry rubbed his hands together and said, "It's damn good here, so Bon apétit."

Draco countered, "Va en erfer."

The Gryffindor picked up his food and simply said, "Yeah, and that too."

Aren't I just the greatest? Just for you, here's a translation of the stuff I didn't translate in the story.

'Je veux sucer ton pénis' means roughly 'I want to suck your cock'

'Va en enfer' means roughly 'go to hell'

This is so unlike anything I have ever written, and the majority of this was written as I was typing it. I haven't even STARTED on the next chapter. So…review me so I can get motivated!

Also for those of you concerned about my cousin I am pleased to report that she is doing really well! She's also the cutest little bugger I have ever seen! Thanks everyone!