Once again, thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of this story.

And also, most of this is still owned by JK Rowling.

Ellie and Draco both stood shocked in the doorway as Tom left them for the night. Ellie breathed in trying to keep her cool. Any happiness that either of them had felt from their glass of wine instantly vanished.

"That is the smallest bed I've ever seen," Draco said flatly. Something in Ellie's mind registered that this was probably a funny comment, but the shock of the situation made her forget how to laugh. Instead she let out a quick snort of disgust.

"Well, I call not sleeping on the floor," she said. It wasn't like there was very much floor to sleep on anyway. The small bed seemed to take up nearly the whole room.

"Oh, like hell I'm going to sleep on the floor," Draco said. And with that he made a quick break for the bed. Ellie was too quick for him, though, and she swiftly pushed him into the wall and leaped the remaining distance onto the bed.

"Don't even try to get on my bed," Ellie sneered, her wand pointed directly at his bewildered face.

"What are you, part centaur? I've never seen anyone run so fast in my life," He said as he felt in his pocket for his wand. He would blast her off the bed if he had to.

"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman," Ellie glared up into his face, "A gentleman would let the lady sleep in the bed." Draco grinned as she said this and clasped his wand tightly, ready to withdraw it the moment she looked away.

"Well, tell me, Eleanor," He grinned, "Would a gentleman do this?" And with a grand flourish he pulled out his wand. He had barely begun to speak when –

"EXPELLIARMUS!!!" And Ellie was holding his wand with a wry smile on her face. "Honestly, Draco," She said cheekily, "I thought you were there when you-know-who was defeated! You ought to have some better tricks up your sleeves." Draco looked at the bed thoughtfully.

"You know, we could always share it," he whispered gently. Ellie's eyebrows soared halfway up her forehead.

"You are NOT getting into the same bed with me, you pervert," she growled.

"I don't mean anything suggestive," Draco said as he rolled his eyes, "I mean we could just share it. We can charm it to be just a little bit bigger and then we can both fit comfortably on it." Ellie thought it over for a moment.

"Fine," she said at last, "But if I have to share a bed with you, you had better have Tom bring up some more wine." And with a defeated grimace, she handed Draco his wand. Draco elegantly waved his wand and the bed stretched until it didn't have any more room to grow.

Draco had more wine sent up and the two sat on the just-big-enough bed and sipped it. Ellie would never admit it, but despite the fact that her father was a native of the land that more or less invented wine, she wasn't always the best at holding her alcohol. She smiled giddily at Draco as she finished her glass and he began to pour her more.

"You know," she grinned at him, "If we're going to have a sleep over, we'd better do it right."

"What's that supposed to mean," Draco raised an eyebrow, "I thought that this wasn't a raunchy sleep over."

"No, silly," Ellie giggled, "We ought to play truth or dare or tell secrets or something." She leaned back against the headboard and Draco rolled his eyes again.

"Ok, I dare you to shut up."

"Oh, don't be such a poop!" Ellie said with a ridiculous pout on her face, "Here, I'll start. I've only told a few choice people this, but my middle name is…" she paused as if for dramatic effect "Mildred. Isn't that awful!" Draco couldn't help but grin. It must have been the wine getting to him because he was beginning to feel rather silly, too.

"Go on," She said excitedly, "Now you tell me something that no one knows about you."

"Ok, ok," Draco said as he helped himself to another glass of wine, "You have to promise not to laugh, though."

"Oh, cross my heart and hope to die. Now tell me," Ellie exclaimed. Draco's eyes darkened and Ellie inched towards him waiting for his secret.

"When I was little, my Nana gave me a blanket that I used to sleep with every night."

"That's not a very good secret," Ellie whined, "Who hasn't had a blanket!"

"That's not the secret, Ellie," Draco said flourishing his glass in mock exasperation, "The secret is that I still have it. It's hidden in my sock drawer underneath all of my socks!" Ellie grinned. "Ok, now it's your turn, and make it something good this time," Draco grinned, "If I can find it on your birth certificate, then it's not a very good secret." Ellie looked at him for a second and then sighed.

"Ok, but you have to swear on your life that you'll never tell my grandmother," she said.

"I swear, I won't," he promised resolutely. And perhaps it was the alcohol, but Ellie could've sworn that Draco's face actually looked sincere.

"Ok, when I was little and we still lived in England, I had this muggle neighbor named Audrey. It wasn't like she lived close or anything, but all I had to do was hop the garden wall and run down the road for a bit and then I'd be at her house. Anyway, I used to play with her like every other after noon and she used to let me watch her television."

"What's a television?" Draco interrupted.

"Um, well, it's sort of like this box with a piece of glass on it."

"Like a mirror?"

"No, more like a picture frame with some funny buttons and knobs on it, only the pictures tell stories or show you what's going on in other parts of the world."

"Like a magic mirror?"

"Merlin, Draco, only you would be so obsessed with mirrors!" Draco hit her playfully.

"Anyway, the point of my story is that I saw this lady in the television and she's like this super famous American actress. And ever since then, I've always secretly wanted to be her." Ellie finished her story rather lamely.

"Why would you want to be a muggle?" Draco scoffed at her.

"Well, first off, she eventually married a prince. And she was beautiful and super classy. And everybody loved her." Draco rolled his eyes. Ellie motioned for him to fill her glass again, but he took it away.

"I think you've had enough for one night, don't you think?" Ellie glared at him, but let him take her glass anyway.

"Now you tell me a good secret," Ellie whispered feeling her eyes grow heavy. Draco looked at her and thought for a moment, trying to decide what to tell her. "Make it a good one," she added interrupting his thoughts, "because you're the only person that knows mine."

"Ok, I have one then," Draco said leaning back in the bed, "but after I tell you we're going to bed." Ellie nodded, her eyes nearly closed.

"Lately, I've been thinking that I wouldn't mind being married to you." Even though she was half asleep, Ellie's face showed that she was shocked.

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said," she slurred. Draco turned so that he could lie on his back.

"I know," he smiled, letting his eyes begin to close too, "It's just that, even though I know I'm not always that nice to you. If we never find a way out of this curse, I promise that you'd still have a wonderful life and most likely really beautiful children."

"You are so vain, Draco. Only you could ruin such a nice moment like that," Ellie mumbled into her pillow. Draco grinned and with a wave of his wand, the lights went out.

…

Ellie woke up feeling uncomfortably warm. She struggled to get out of the covers of the bed but quickly found that the reason she was so hot was that Draco had not only wrapped his arms around her waist, but he had also managed to snuggle very close to her, and his hot breathe was cascading across the nape of her neck.

"Draco," she whispered trying to break free of his boa constrictor grasp, "Draco, let go." He let out a small snore, but otherwise remained deep in sleep. Ellie squirmed slightly as she tried to loosen his grip.

"Come on, Draco, let go," she said louder. He still didn't move. Ellie sighed knowing that she'd have to resort to more drastic measures. She wiggled slightly until she was able to release her right arm. Then she quickly elbowed Draco in the gut.

Several things then happened in very quick succession. First, Draco woke up from the force of Ellie's blow. He was so surprised by the blow that he reached out for his wand which caused the bed to shrink back to its original size which caused both Draco and Ellie to topple off the bed, Draco right on top of Ellie.

"What the fuck, Ellie," He growled without moving. Ellie simply started laughing.

"Draco," she said as she gasped for her breath, "You're crushing me." As she said this, both of them became increasingly aware of the proximity of their bodies. Ellie could feel Draco's chest move up and down as he breathed in and out. He lowered his head until their lips were nearly touching. Ellie secretly wondered if he could hear her heart pounding because it sounded like thunder in her ears. Her eyes fluttered closed and she could feel his breath against her lips.

And then there was a knock on the door. Both of them froze slightly, each secretly wishing that whoever knocked would just go away. But, they knocked again and Draco moved to answer it. Ellie leaned against the footboard and breathed deeply of the bed as Draco talked with whoever was at the door. That had been too close.

Draco came back and sat down next to her

"It's a letter," he said handing her a piece of paper, "I think it's for you."

"What do you mean think?" she asked, "either it is or it isn't" Draco shrugged without looking at her.

"It's in French," he said simply. Ellie skimmed the letter and sighed slightly.

"How do you feel about going to Paris, Draco," she asked.

"What? Planning our honeymoon already?" Draco grinned slightly. Ellie smirked at him.

"No, I think that we can find some answers about this curse there."

Alright, hope you enjoyed this very long chapter.
Next chapter will be up soonish, I promise!

Also, as a side note - I'm not sure that I mentioned clearly earlier, but Ellie is French. Her dad is a pure-blood French and her mom is pure-blood British. Therefore, she went to school at Bauxbatons. Which would explain why a letter for her would be in French. Just to clear up any confusion.