A/N: I am sorry for the late update my laptop has a virus and I can only get onto the main PC to write, at certain times.

Granger's Café

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.

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Chapter Thirty: Disneyland Paris

Part 1

The cases were packed. The tickets were with their passports in their carry-on bag. The keys were being given to Hermione to lock into the safe in her office. They were due to all drive down to the train station at four in the morning, which meant that Harry was trying to sleep -at the same time that Draco became too wired on espresso's.

Said blonde had done everything that people about to go on holiday dread to do before they walk out of the front door; he had cleaned both the bathroom and kitchen, and hoovered the floors, plumped the cushions on the sofa, re-stacked the books on the shelves, thrown away old magazines, and drank an alarming amount of espresso. He had been pacing for a while, rapping his knuckles on his palm. He was angsty. He was growling low in his throat and close to tearing his hair out. He wanted Harry to wake up. He was aching all over for Harry's roughened hands to trail all over his body, to feel the electricity that bolted through his veins as the other man kissed him. He quivered on the spot before resuming his pacing. He groaned.

He strode over to the bedroom door and tapped the door with his foot, easing it open a little more. He tilted his head to peer inside. Harry was lying in the bed on his back, one arm slung over his eyes, and one leg bent up at the knee with the covers pooled over his waist in such a way that Draco could not tell if the brunette was wearing boxers or not. For some reason, this infuriated the blonde even more. "Oh Harry" he breathed, leaning his right shoulder against the door frame, "please wake up"

The brunette merely breathed in his sleep and shifted his leg slightly. Draco huffed in annoyance, and started wringing his hands. He refused to drink another espresso. The stuff was rich and sickly when too much was ingested. A growl emitted low from his throat. He had tried reading, to no avail, and he could not bear to sit through one of the pointless sitcomes of teleshopping channels that were on at this unholy hour. He drummed the heels of his hands against his thighs as he paced. Time was moving far too slowly. He mentally cursed the wizarding world. They could go back in time but had not yet ceated a device to make them go forward in time? It was ludicrous!

Draco walked back into the illuminated kitchen and went about rincing his favourite mug in the sink and prepared the espresso machine for another caffeine shot. The machine beeped, he filled his cup and went about sipping the piping hot liquid. He took too large a sip half-way through and scroched his mouth. "FUCK!" he cursed, the mug crashing down to the floor and smashing about his bare feet. "Oh shit!" he cursed further as he ran to the sink to fill a glass with water only to slice his heel open on a shard of the mugs base. "MERLIN!" he screamed hopping onto his other foot and narrowly missing another shard only to sleep on a slither of espresso.

The hard tiled floor collided with the pale man and forced a howl to ring out from his lungs.

"What on Earth are you doing in here? You were meant to be sleeping?" came the admonishing voice from the kitchen doorway.

Draco could not -would not -look up. He was red in the face from sheer embarrassment. He merely shifted his position, pushing his torso away from the cool tiles. He slid into a sitting position against the sleek, cool cupboard door and glared at the floor as Harry's feet tiptoed into view, side-stepping shards of porcelein. Draco's flush grew.

"Draco?"

He refused to look up. Harry would probably laugh at him. He didn't need that right now.

"Stay there" Harry instructed in a firm voice that was still clouded with sleep, "I'll get the first aid kit"

Draco's head snapped up as Harry went into the cupboard that hung over the sink to retrieve the first aid kit. Why was the younger man not laughing at him?

Harry returned to sit on the floor in front of Draco, looking moody from being woken up, and armed with glinting silver tweezers and a bandage. Draco flinched as Harry tendery took the bleeding foot into his lap and adjusted his glasses before gradually easing the small fragments of porcelein out of the soft flesh. Draco cringed every now and then but otherwise made no complaint. Draco shifted awkwardly, "I'm sorry I woke you -I was just really restless"

Harry breathed a smile, "it's alright, we still have a few hours before we have to get up and leave. Why not just come to bed and lay down with me? You don't have to sleep if you don't want to"

Draco pouted at his foot was cleaned, "but then what will I do if I fidget?"

"Then I'd have to kick you out of bed" Harry stated seriously, the small grin almost lost on Draco. The blonde gave a weak smile as he watched Harry pack the first aid kit away and place it over his head on the counter. A tan hand extended down towards him, which he accepted gratefully. "Ready to relax with me?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded and allowed himself to bo dragged along to the bedroom behind Harry, hobbling on the heel of his injured foot.

Once on the tangled covers of the bed, the mattress still lukewarm from where Harry had been sleeping a little while ago. Draco ran his hands over the warm mattress and pressed his torso against it, feeling a sensation of calm pooling through his veins. He closed his eyes and sighed tenderly, as he stretched his body out in a semi-circle over both sides of the bed. Harry chuckled and mirrored the blonde's position, resting his arm in the crook of his arm. Draco cracked his eyes open and smiled. "I'm sorry for waking you Harry"

Harry rolled his eyes and ran his figner down the blonde's pointed nose, "don't apologise" he breathed affectionately, "It's nice having you here, in bed with me"

Draco flushed slightly, but cuddled the pillow he was lying on closer, "I like it too"

"Hey Draco -after this little holiday -would you ... um ..."

Draco smirked lazily, hisw golden lashes fluttering lightly, "spit it out Potter"

Harry chuckled at the use of his last name, "would you move in with me?" Draco did not respond. He merely lay on Harry's pillow, eyes closed and breathing slowly. Harry did not know if the blonde had heard him. "I-"

"I heard you, Harry" Draco breathed.

Harry's heart sank, "then why didn't you respond?"

"I'm thinking about it" Draco stated and then smirked, opening one eye. "I think I would like it"

Harry's stomach flipped as he grinned, "I just thought since you practically live here and all-"

"Harry" Draco half-whined as he rolled closer to the brunette man and slid a hand down the tan cheeks, "I already said I would like to move in with you"

"You don't think it's too soon?"

"Who cares if it is? It's our life not theirs"

Harry looked over into the flashing mercury orbs in the angelic face beside him. "Kiss me," he breathed.

Draco's insides squirmed as Harry's breath fluttered over his cheeks. He wriggled a little closer, his semi-bare thighs and brushing against Harry's own. He shivered. Harry's skin set his heart on fire with such furious emotions he could barely breathe. He slid his hand further into Harry's tousselled raven locks and pulled the brunettes face closer, their lips brushing lightly against one another. Harry slid his tan arms around the blonde and rolled them over, so that Draco was now lying upon his body, their kiss automatically deepening. Harry's hot tongue slid into Draco's mouth that had opened when their positions switched. Their tongues slid ravenously against one another. Draco rocked his hips against Harry's, the brunette grunting beneath him and thrusting his hips skywards. Draco gasped. "Take off your shirt" he panted heatedly.

Harry complied, tugging the clingy fabric off over his head. Draco reattached himself to Harry's lips before biting his way down the brunettes neck. Harry tilted his head back exposing more of his throat for the energetic blonde. His body was trembling. He felt a hot tongue caress his erect nippled before a pair of sharp teeth nipped at the sensitive skin around it. "F-fuck Draco!"

Draco carried on nibbling his way down Harry's body, down to the trail of delicate raven curls that edged from his bellybutton down below the waistband of his boxers. With a devious grin the blonde tugged down Harry's boxers to his knees and knelt up, his long, pale fingers sliding between Harry's tan thighs to massage his balls. He loved the way Harry's head rolled to one side, exposing his neck, his teeth glinting in the light pooling in from next door as he bit his lip in ecstacy. "Like that Harry?" Draco purred into Harry's ear, nipping at the earlobe. Harry growled.

Harry trembled as the blonde's long fingers ran teasingly over his twitching erection. His own tan fingers clenched into the cotton bedsheets. "Such a -t-tease" he hissed.

Draco chuckled as he lent down and flicked his tongue along Harry's erection, teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. Harry thrust his hips up. Draco smirked. The next thing Harry felt was Draco's mouth opening up and enveloping his swollen erection. His breath hitched as the blondes hot tongue helped to massage his throbbing penis. He growled low in his throat. Draco released Harry's erection for a moment to breathe. Harry was trembling on the bed beside him. Draco smirked again before going down on Harry once again, this time he even decided to deep-throat Harry's large cock. Throughout the next fifteen of so minutes Draco sucked Harry's cock hungrily, being driven by the thrill of having the brunette -Savior of the wizarding world -reduced to a writhing mess beneath him, the rough, tan fingers clutched tightly in his hair.

"D-Draco I'm g-gonna-"

Draco was momentarily surprised when the hot rush of cum exploded at the back of his throat. He jerked away suddenly, the hot, salty liquid seeping out through his swollen lips. He choked slightly, wiping his mouth on the corner of the bedsheet.

Harry rolled onto his side, a clammy hand reached out to stroke Draco's thighs, "I'm sorry love, didn't mean to surprise you" Draco gave a weak smile, and Harry squirmed. The blonde looked like every gay mans dream, perched on his knees, erection pressing against loose shorts, swollen red lips, ruffled blonde hair falling into his flashing silver eyes and Quidditch muscles glazed with a trickle of cum that had dripped from his mouth. "Merlin Draco you are so sexy"

The blonde flushed but smirked nonetheless, "I am glad I could satisfy you"

Harry grinned lazily, sweat dampened his features as he nuzzled Draco's thighs with his hot lips, "mmmm lie down with me baby" he purred.

Draco was surprised. He didn't know Harry could purr. Suddenyly feeling a heavy weight over-take his senses, he flopped down ungracefully beside Harry and allowed the sweaty man to envelope him against his chest. Draco was even more amazed. He didn't care that Harry was sweaty and that he was still covered with a little bit of cum. Well, he minded a bit, but not enough to disturb Harry. He merely cuddled against the brunette mans chest and closed his eyes.

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Hermione tugged her soft scarf over her chin and mouth trying to prevent the biting chill from getting to her skin. She was already shivering and starving for some food whilst clutching Hugo and Lily at her side by the hands whilst Ron loaded their luggage into their compartment. She was waiting on the platform keeping an eye out for Draco and Harry. She prayed they had not over-slept. Sighing the knelt down in front of Hugo and Lily, their pink cheeks glowing, "alright you two hop on the train and find daddy. It's really warm inside"

As she straightened up Hugo wrapped his arms around her her waist, "don't miss the train mummy"

Hermione chuckled, "I won't, love, I am only waiting for Lily's dad and Uncle Draco"

Hugo whimpered but with a consoling hug from his cousin, he was soon persuaded up onto the train in search of Ron. Hermione was left on the cold platform. Thats when she heard the pounding of footsteps on tarmac and the roar of wheels being pulled along in a rush. She scowled at the approaching pair. "Where have you been? You almost missed the train!" she snapped, a little on edge by the whole situation. Harry looked sheepish however Draco looked as though he had been sleep walking the entire time. Hermione frowned at him, "are you alright, Draco?"

Harry nodded in response, "he's fine. He was up most of the night cleaning and downing espresso shots -then when I finally got him to sleep -he crashed really hard"

Hermione sighed, "it's not healthy for him Harry. You're lucky this is an early train and Ron had persuaded them to let us keep the beds unfolded for the remainder of the day"

"You can have beds on trains?" Harry murmured.

Hermione wore a sympathetic look and nodded, knowing that this was Harry's real first muggle holiday. "Yes, love, the chairs unfold into beds two up and two down"

"Is it safe?"

"Completely. Now get on board otherwise we'll all be left behind and Ron will have to face the wrath of a tempermental Hugo" Hermione made her way towards the train door whilst Harry adjusted the suitcase behind him. He looked over at Draco and smiled. The poor blonde was almost asleep on his feet. Poor Love, Harry thought as he helped steer the blonde towards the train.

Once on the train and in their compartment with their luggage stored away, Hermione smiled down into one of the lower bunks where Hugo was curled up fast asleep with his little stuffed crup teddy clutched to his chest. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Lily was sleepily telling her dad that she was a big girl and could very well sleep on the top bunk without falling off. Harry was so tired. He merely agreed and told her to settle down so everyone could sleep and feel better when they woke up. Hermione and Ron had called dibs on the other lower bunk, deviously using Hermione's pregnancy as an excuse. It was not an excuse for Hermione. She was sure her bladder had shrunk in size. And for that matter, she needed to sleep on the lower bunk and on the outside so that she could run to the toilet without having to climb over her husband all the time.

That left Harry and Draco with the other free top bunk. Harry was just glad that Lily was asleep and facing the wall already. He turned over so that his back was to Lily, and faced Draco, who was cuddled up to a pillow, white fleece pyjama bottoms on and a light grey winter shirt clutched his toned torso. Harry could not help but think how beautiful the blonde looked. He stroked a stray strand of gold hair out of Draco's golden lashes and pressed a tender kiss to the blonde's forehead. Draco cuddled closer to Harry, a lithe white arm snaking around the brunette's waist. Harry smiled lazily, before lacing their legs together beneath the heavy, warm blanket.

"Mummy look how pretty the flowers are at the station!"

Harry cracked an eye open and groaned. Sunlight was pooling in front the window, which did not bother him, however the excited exclaimations from Hugo and Lily who were playing 'I Spy' at the window, were bothering him. He was so tired. He doubted he had even slept that much. He turned over and buried his head against Draco's chest, flinging the cover over his head as he did so. In his dark sanctuary he heard a chuckle comr from Draco's chest, that rumbled in his ear. "Not a morning person today, eh?" came the soft whisper.

Harry shook his head, nuzzling Draco's bellybutton with his nose.

Draco squirmed and suppressed a giggle.

He nudged Harry's thigh with his knee, "behave yourself"

Harry rolled his eyes but cuddled his arms around Draco's legs regardless, as they both drifted in and out of sleep, the train rattling beneath them.

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Paris was beautiful.

The hotel was amazing and the children loved it already.

The bedroom were brilliant -and then came the problem. The sleeping arrangements.

Draco was a little miffed as that sat at a local restaurant and had ordered their food. He did not hate children, he just had wanted to progress on more intimate levels with Harry. If earlier that morning had been anything to go by, the young man was up for it also. He knew he had no claim on Harry -as he was technically still married -plus Ron and Hermione were husband and wife and needed alone time too. He was beginning to think he would not benefit from this holiday.

Until Harry came to the rescue.

"Why don't we have the children on adjoining days?" he offered as their drinks came and were placed on the table. Hermione had a knowing twitch to her smile but Ron looked unsettled.

"Why mate? You have all that extra room-"

"Draco likes his space and he doesn't need to be cleaning up all the time"

"Neither does Hermione"

"She won't be. You're there too"

Well what if we wanted to ..."

"Then you just don't do it the night you have the children"

"Same goes for you Harry" Hermione grinned. Ron spluttered his drink while Draco flushed and tried to shrink himself under the table. Hugo and Lily giggle at Ron as the older redhead wiped his mouth. "Oh, honestly Ron. You know Harry and Draco are together-"

"Yes but not ... sexually"

"So what if they are? We're sexual with one another. Plus -they're a cute couple"

Draco snickered and then there food came. He was ravenous and started to eat, he didn't really feel as though he should have a say in the conversation. He was not tied to any of them. His heart grew heavy at the thought and his appetite vanished. He swallowed thickly. He felt his heart twinge as Harry took his hand under the table. Draco could not find comfort in the intimate gesture. He felt oddly unsettled. He returned his gaze to the food in front of him.

"Lets flip for the first night, who doesn't get the imps for the first night" Harry proclaimed, digging around in his pocket and pulled out a galleon. Draco frowned at the odd twinkle in those green eyes. "Okay" Harry propped the coin on his thumb and flipped, "call it!"

"Tales!" Ron yelped immediately as the coin was launched into the air.

Harry looked around the table, eyes glinting with mystery. He peaked at the coin under his hands and frowned. Draco's heart was in his throat. Harry unveiled the coin and showed Ron and Hermione, "it's heads I'm afraid"

Ron look at the coin in disbelief and then sighed and slumped back in his seat. "Fine. We'll suffer. Again."

Harry rolled his eyes as he slid the coin back into his pocket. Draco frowned at the brunette wondering what had just happened, before returning to his food with a renewed appetite.

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10.34pm.

Draco was exhausted and he was glad that he and Harry did not have to watch the children that evening. He did not even feel in the mood for growing more intimate with Harry, as depressing as the thought was. But he wanted to relax -in silence -with the man he lo- felt very deeply for. He flopped backwards on the bed, listening to Harry humming to himself as he finished up in the bathroom. Draco rolled onto his stomach, drumming his fingers on the duvet cover. He barely registered the sound f the bathroom door opening and closing. He yelped out when a large weight collapsed upon his back and a pair of strong arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Harry!" Draco yelped, "what are you doing?"

A deep throaty chuckle vibrated in his ear making him squirm, "you arse looked so scrummy in those skin-tight bottoms of yours" purred the Gryffindor.

Draco felt his blood stir. He rolled Harry off of his back, "get stuffed, Potty, it's bedtime"

Harry pouted, "you're such a spoil sport"

Draco chuckled at the expression on Harry's face. He looked so cute. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to the brunettes lips. "So sexy" he murmured, running his fingers tightly through the ruffled raven locks.

Harry slipped his hands underneath Draco's pyjama shirt and stroked the soft, moisturized, milk-white skin beneath. His breath caught in his throat. Ginny's skin had never felt this soft -not even when she had obsessed with moisturizing every morning and evening. But Draco was pure softness, his hair was silky, his skin was soft, and his lips were Heaven to kiss. "Beautiful" Harry managed to breathe between kisses.

Draco looked up at the brunette leaning over him, the weight comfortable upon his figure. "Oh Harry what are we going to do the rest of this holiday?" he gasped.

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, "oh don't you worry Draco ... I have a lot planned for this holiday"

Draco looked up into Harry's sparkling green eyes and felt his body melt into the mattress, "... I -I can't wait"

A/N: sorry for the late update but I hope you liked this chapter x