Sorry for the long delay on this story, but my studies have kept me very busy. No worries, I'm on summer break now!

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and added this story to their favorites! It means the world to me :) I hope this chapter was worth the long wait.

And of course, most everything belongs to JK Rowling, except that a few new characters that popup in this chapter and Ellie belong to me. Enjoy!

Draco watched as Ellie quickly scribbled an address onto a crisp white envelope and then tied it to the owl they had borrowed from Tom.

"Who was that letter from, Ellie," He asked for what felt like the thousandth time. Ellie only scowled at him as she let the bird fly out the window.

"I told you, Draco. It's just an old friend who I've been staying in contact with for some time. I don't want to jinx anything by telling you." Draco leaned against the wall and studied her face as she watched the bird disappear into the sky. This morning had been too close for his own comfort. Draco had to keep telling himself that Ellie wasn't attractive, but the more he said it, the less he believed it. She certainly wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but he couldn't help but feel an attraction towards her that he desperately hoped was a side effect of the curse.

"Come on, then," Ellie said, breaking him from his reverie.

"And where exactly do you plan on going, Ellie," He asked as she led the way out of the small bedroom they had shared the night before. A smile touched her lips.

"You're going to love Paris," She grinned. They left the Leaky Cauldron, and after walking a few feet, Ellie took Draco's hand.

"Ready?" She asked. Draco was about to answer, but she apparated before he could. For a moment, he felt as if his entire body had collapsed on his lungs, and just when he thought he might suffocate, he breathed in deeply and opened his eyes. They stood at the base of a very steep hill in what Draco assumed to be an ally of some sort.

"Where are we?" he asked trying to keep up with Ellie who had already started up the hill.

"This is Montmartre, Draco. Now be careful and stay to the side of the road, muggle cars drive on this street." Draco didn't know much about muggles, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that a car was a sort of contraption that could travel quite fast and probably kill him, so he followed Ellie's direction and stuck to the side of the road.

"I thought we were going to Paris," Draco panted as they continued up the steep road. Ellie gave a humorless laugh.

"Have you never been to Paris before?" She said, turning slightly to look at him. Draco shook his head.

"I've been to the south of France, but I've never been to Paris before," he panted heavily.

"Well, Montmartre is the highest point of Paris. Hopefully when we get to the top, my friend will be there."

"The top?" Draco asked in a terrified voice, "How much farther up does this go?" Ellie just laughed. After what felt like ages to Draco, they finally reached a set of stairs that ascended up to a large white building with elegant domes at the top of it.

"That's the basilique du Sacré-Cœur," Ellie said motioning towards the building, "We're supposed to meet my friend in front of it." Draco nodded and they started up the stairs. When they finally reached the top, Draco was literally wheezing for air and Ellie was laughing at him.

"You seriously need to exercise more," She grinned at him. Draco only scowled back before sitting down on the top step and staring down at the marvelous view.

"So, this is where you're from?" He asked lightly as Ellie sat down next to him.

"Yes," she smiled at the view, "Isn't it beautiful?" Draco nodded.

"So if this is Paris, where's the Eiffel Tour?" he scanned the horizon quickly.

"Oh, that ugly thing?" Ellie scoffed, "You can't see it from here, but it's off that way a bit." She said pointing over her shoulder to where their view was obscured by several large trees. "I'll take you to see it later if you're really that interested." Draco grinned and was about to answer when a voice behind them began to call Ellie's name. Ellie quickly jumped up.

"Ellie! Ellie, je t'ai manqué?" A young man with dark curly hair and a cocky grin on his face approached them from the direction of the basilica. Ellie jumped up and ran to give him a hug.

"Victor!" She cried happily. Draco felt a twinge of jealousy that he tried desperately to ignore as the pair happily kissed each other's cheeks and began to chatter away in French. He would've given a hundred galleons to be able to go back in time and actually pay attention to the few French lessons his mother had given him.

"Oh, Draco!" Ellie said, taking his hand again, "This is an old family friend of mine, Victor." Draco tried to smile, but his lips seemed to pull too tightly over his lips making it look more like a grimace.

"I am so pleasing to have been meeting you," Victor said with a smile. Draco didn't respond. He didn't like the closeness that the young man had with Ellie.

"Désolé, il n'a pas de bonnes manières. Il est une bête anglaise, " Ellie grinned at Victor. Draco didn't speak French, but he could certainly tell when he was being talked about, so he turned away from them and stared back at the view without saying a word.

After several minutes Ellie called his name again, and he turned slightly only to see the pair kissing each other's cheeks again in a heartfelt goodbye that made Draco's stomach burn. Finally, Ellie approached him wearing a ridiculous grin and holding a small cream colored envelope.

"Come on, Draco," She grinned up at him, "We have another place we need to visit." Draco scowled and followed her back down the steps.

"So, that Victor is a friend of yours?" he asked acidly.

"Yes, he was a friend of my sister's, if you must know. I've known him since I was little," Ellie said back in an equally vile tone. Clearly, Draco's rude behavior didn't go unnoticed to her.

For a moment, Draco felt bad for acting rudely and he tried to find the right words to apologize with, but his pride made him quickly change his mind. Ellie and her friend had no right to talk about him.

Ellie silently led the way down a wider street until they reached a set of stairs in the side walk where she stopped and began to take several colorful pieces of paper out of the envelope.

"Draco," she asked as she quickly looked at each paper, "Do you know much about muggle transportation?"

"No," Draco said simply and scowled at her. Ellie scowled back.

"Ok, well, you know how in London, all the muggles ride an underground train?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, muggles do that here too. We have to ride on it to get where we're going, so I need you to just cooperate with me for a little bit, ok?" Draco continued to frown, but he nodded. It wasn't like he had much of a choice; they were magically bound to each other, after all. So he followed her down the steps into the dark world of the muggle underground.

Ellie bought them tickets for the métro and helped Draco through the turnstile which got them several disapproving stares from muggles who were also trying to get through. Then she led them further underground to the platform where they waited for the train to arrive.

After several minutes, a great wooshing sound began to come from the tunnel and Ellie mechanically took Draco's hand.

"I don't want to lose you," she said mockingly as the train pulled in front of them. The doors opened and Draco was glad to see that the train had hardly any other passengers on board. He didn't like the idea of being in an enclosed space with a bunch of muggles. Ellie let go of his hand and instead grabbed onto a pole that came down from the ceiling of the train. Draco stood awkwardly next to her, unsure of what to do.

"You should really grab onto one of the poles, Draco," Ellie said as the doors to the train began to close.

"Why?" Draco sneered at her. He got his answer fairly quickly. The train lurched forward and Draco quickly toppled over. He stood up and dusted off his pants before grabbing the same pole as Ellie.

"Are you only doing this to embarrass me?" he asked darkly as he leaned in closer to her. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she said sarcastically, "I just love watching you make a fool of yourself." Draco turned and watched as lights quickly zipped past the windows until they reached another station and more people got on. After several stops that felt like an eternity to Draco, Ellie finally led them off the train and back out into the daylight.

"Are we still in Paris," Draco asked as Ellie looked at a piece of paper that was tucked inside the envelope.

"Yes, Draco, we're still in Paris," she said slightly annoyed. She quickly shoved the envelope back in her pocket and began to lead the way down the street again. Draco dragged his feet behind her until she stopped suddenly and led the way up to a front door and knocked on the door. They waited a few minutes and Draco couldn't help but notice that Ellie was nervously shaking.

Finally, the front door opened and a young woman who looked like an older, prettier version of Ellie appeared. Ellie began to sob and the woman wrapped her arms around her and began to murmur softly in French. Draco wondered if this was Ellie's mother, because if it was, she had certainly aged well.

"Qui êtes-vous?" the woman asked Draco.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak French, Madame," Draco said.

"Ah, I see," the young woman said, "what I mean is, who are you?"

"I'm Draco Malfoy, Ellie's fiancé. Who are you?"

"I'm Vivienne, her sister."

Dun, dun, duuuuun! I hope that you enjoyed that chapter, I know Ellie and I did because Paris is our favorite place! Also, I wanted this chapter to be a reminder that Draco isn't a very nice person. Sure, he has some feelings, but overall, he's a mean guy who only thinks about himself.