CHAPTER 10

Once they had settled into the jet, Hermione took a look around at the luxury of being inside a privately owned airplane. The spacious room, the very comfortable seats, and the free food almost made it impossible to believe they were flying in something like it. When Malfoy came to join her in the seat beside her the pilot was already announcing their take-off.

"Are you comfortable?"

Hermione nodded with a touch of excitement. "I haven't been on a plane since I was eight."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "Not nervous are you?"

"Hmm? Oh, not really."

He gave her a knowing smile and leaned back in his seat to close his eyes.

When the jet landed Hermione was ushered out and into a waiting car.

"Where were going?"

"My brother's house."

"Your brother's house. Which brother?"

"Declan."

"Declan?"

He nodded.

"Why are we going to Declan's house? Is everything okay?"

"It's his birthday."

"His birthday?"

Draco smiled at her, "Are you going to repeat everything I say?"

"Why didn't you tell me it was your brother's birthday?"

"No time, besides the family planned everything so I'm not sure what's going to happen myself."

Hermione sighed, "I didn't' get him anything."

Draco shrugged, "I got him something from the both of us."

Hermione nodded, "How long are we going to be in Paris?"

"For the weekend. Why?"

"Oh, I've never been to Paris, so I was just wondering."

"I'll give you a tour on Sunday."

Hermione's whole face lit up, "Really? I can't wait!"

Draco chuckled, "If I knew coming to Paris would make you so happy, I would have brought you here sooner."

But Hermione was not listening; she was too busy looking out of the window, staring at the building and people, recording into the atmosphere and the history of the infamous city of love and romance.

Their arrival at Declan's townhouse was a surprise to both Declan and his woman friend that was there with him. Declan had come to open the door, dressed in nothing but his towel. When Draco raised and amused eyebrow at him, Declan scowled and began to shut the door, but before he could, a feminine voice called out to him before appearing behind him wearing, what seemed to be, Declan's bathrobe.

Draco whistled, his amusement growing all the more from spotting the two faint patches of red on Declan's cheeks. Hermione blushed seeing the beautiful woman behind Declan and took a step to the right so that Draco stood before her. Slowly she reached out to pinch Draco on the ribs.

"We should come back later." She whispered, more embarrassed than Declan.

Draco winced at the pinch, but did not move.

"Why don't you and your guest get dressed. Hermione and I will make ourselves at home in your living room."

And with that he pushed past a very annoyed Declan, and made his way to the living room, ignoring the very gorgeous and half naked woman.

"We're very sorry for disturbing you both." Hermione said as she politely bowed to Declan and his guest before she hurried after her husband.

"I can't believe you just—walked in! That woman must be—mortified!" Hermione exclaimed in a soft tone, trying to raise her voice.

Draco chuckled softly as he helped himself to a glass of brandy. "She must be the new one."

Hermione gasped, "What are you talking about?"

Draco turned to face her with a familiar light in his eyes, "I believe she was his 'new conquest', but since we caught them, I'm guessing she's going to old news soon enough."

Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Men. You have no respect for women what-so-ever!"

Draco shook his head in return, "There are women we respect and praise, then there are those we—shall we say, amuse ourselves with."

"So am I one of those? Am I one of your—amusements?"

The light in his eyes cleared, setting his glass of brandy down he moved to in front of her. "You're my wife Hermione. Never forget that for as long as you are with me, I respect you. You're not one I would be amusing myself with, you're too—"

"Innocent." Came a voice from the entryway.

Draco stepped away from Hermione and turned to grin at his brother.

"She's gone?"

"Couldn't get her out soon enough." Declan said as he walked over to where the glasses and bottles of spirits were and poured himself a drink.

"Done with her already?"

Declan's eyebrows drew together as he took a sip of his drink, "I don't even remember meeting her."

Draco gave him a knowing look, while Hermione frowned.

"What are you doing here anyways? It's damn early in the morning. And coming with Tinkerbelle."

Hermione sighed at the name, so the name had rubbed off on him too.

"Tinkerbelle wanted to see Paris, and since we didn't have a honeymoon I decided to bring her here. And besides, it's almost noon." Draco said with a shrug.

"And you couldn't rent a house or use a hotel?"

"We did get a room at one of your hotels, but decided to drop by and say hello. Didn't know you would have a guest so late in the morning."

Declan shook his head, "Did you know you were marrying someone like him?" He asked Hermione.

Hermione blinked from him to Draco. "Actually, to tell you the truth, no."

Declan stared at her and then laughed, coming over to drop a kiss on her forehead. "Where have you been hiding her Drake?"

Draco did not answer, his eyes set on Declan's arms around Hermione.

"From men like you." Draco said as he reached out to pull Hermione away from his brother's arms.

This time it was Declan who raised an eyebrow at Draco's behavior, but he did not comment on it.

The big surprise for Declan was not such a big surprise. Declan had figured something was going on and arrived home early while everyone was getting things set up. But the surprise was still somewhat of a surprise, for the family anyhow, with Declan ruining their surprise.

It was a small gathering, with Draco's parents, sister, and his three other brothers; aside from Declan. There was a small celebration with a small meal of cake and wine before they went for dinner.

Hermione watched Draco smile and laugh with his family, feeling a certain tug at her insides. Dinner was on one of the Star boats, docked on the Seine River. They dined outside on the deck to enjoy the setting sun and the glowing lights of the city. It was, to Hermione, a very laidback and enjoyable event for the family.

"Wake up sleepy head."

"Five more minutes."

"I thought you wanted to go and see Paris."

Hermione shot out from under her pillow, "What?"

Draco grinned as he stepped back from the bed to stare down at her, "Nice PJs."

Her eyes widened in a panic as she snatched the blanket up to her chin, a rosy blush appearing on her cheeks. "I like monkeys."

Draco laughed, and on impulse, leaned down to brush aside the bangs covering her eyes. "Get dressed Tinkerbelle. We'll get breakfast on the way."

When he closed the door behind him he heard the rushing of footsteps towards the bathroom.

"What are we seeing first?" Hermione asked as she looked up into the blue sky, the smile she had on since coming out of her room still on her face.

"Let's start with the Eiffel Tower."

Hermione nodded, her smile turning bigger by the second. "Which way?"

Draco chuckled and pointed, "That way."

They ended up seeing all of the popular sites in Paris; from Notre Dame to the Arc de Triomphe. And along the way ended up laughing, sharing secret whispers, and quietly holding hands.

"I'll show you the hidden sights of Pairs some other time."

Hermione nodded, her eyelids drooping low as she sat next to Draco on the bus.

"Tired?"

Again a nod.

"Enjoy the sites?"

A soft mumble came as an answer to his question.

"You're going to fall forward."

"Umm."

"Tinkerbelle."

Draco shook his head and reached over to move her head, letting it come to rest on his shoulder. She moved closer to his warmth, mumbling in her sleep. Slowly Draco wrapped h is arm around her, bringing her closer to him. Even if it was all a lie, right now, everything was real.

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