Chapter 4-
Draco's parents took us shopping in Diagon Alley. The moment they had been convinced to let us go off on our own, Draco led me away, his hands over my eyes. We finally got to a little shop, down an alley. No matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn't tell me the name.
"Do you know what size ring you wear?" he asked
"No," I replied "Sorry."
"It's okay." He said, and kissed my forehead. The man at the counter whistled.
"Who's that, Draco?" He asked, grinning. "You get a girlfriend?"
"Shut up." He said. "I'm here to pick up that ring I ordered."
I looked at him quizzically. He shook his head, barely, but I got the message. He would explain later. But still. I couldn't help but wonder. He is so full of secrets.
On the way out of the shop I caught a glimpse of the name through his fingers. The faded letters were nearly impossible for me to read.
By the time we had returned to Malfoy Manor it was snowing heavily.
"Do you want to somewhere warm tonight?" Draco asked.
"Like the fire place?" I asked jokingly.
"No," He said, desperately. "Like islands. We could escape… just you and me together on our own private island. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Yes," I replied. The prospect of getting a tan in December, and showing off in a bikini, was almost irresistible. "But what about your parents?"
"They'll be fine." He said. He smirked a little as he held me close.