Charming (Draco x OC)

Day In Paris

Stepping into the painting was such a rush of emotions that felt impossible to describe but I still tried. My brain rushed through words trying to find the right ones. It was faster than falling asleep - more like waking up in reverse. The daytime was vibrant and calm; people perused the streets happily as a band from a nearby restaurant played.

"Where to first?" Pansy chirped, looking around eagerly.

"Pawn shop." Draco stated firmly, pulling two rings out of his pocket, closing his fist and shaking them gently. "We need 1920s french money if we want to do anything."

"Is 1920s money different?" Pansy asked.

"Duh." Draco said, starting to walk towards the nearest shop.

"Do you speak English?" Draco asked the worker, who was wiping down a table.

"Yes. Can I help you?" They responded, I butted in.

"Yeah, a couple of unusual questions actually. Do you know what year it is and where we are?"

"Do you need help?" He asked, actually concerned we were drugged out of our minds. "1926, Paris."

"No, no we are fine don't worry. Just a bit hungover, you know how it is." Draco waved him off. "Where is the nearest pawn shop? Or jewellers?"

"I think there is a pawn shop down the street and turn left. The jewellers is that way." He pointed through the window. We thanked him and left.

"We have been here two minutes and already seem crazy." Pansy complained.

"We are better going to the pawn shop, jewellers will want proof of ownership." I adviced, nodding in the direction of the pawn shop. We went and pawned off the two rings for less than they were probably worth, but enough to cover any costs of our little weekend away. We all bought hot chocolates and walked down the streets sipping our drinks, having found ourselves in the artists area we watched a few people get portraits done.

"We should get a photo while we are here." I said. Draco scoffed.

"Not from one of these muggles. Let's go to the wizards market." He said. We ended up getting to the wizards market about an hour later, when the sun was beginning to set. A small shop was painted black on the outside, with the words 'Photographie' written in calligraphy across the front. A few moving pictures were displayed in the window in black and white. We each squeezed through the door and heard a little bell ring.

"Bonsoir." A voice rang out and a man came out the back. He spoke in French for a moment before noticing Blaise, Draco and Pansys puzzled expressions. I assured him I could translate and told him we wanted a photo. We got the photo taken relatively quickly, he promised to have it developed in time for us to pick up the next day. We went across the street to a pub which was starting to fill up with crowds of young men and women dressed in their best flapper attire or suits, lighting long cigarettes and progressively getting louder and livelier. You could smell the smoke in the air and you could feel the jazzy music swerving between people.

"Travelling?" A man asked, with dark gelled hair and a well groomed mustache.

"How did you know?" Pansy grinned at him.

"I can always tell when someone isn't French, it's my special talent."

"What gave it away?"

"This one." He hit Dracos chest with the back of his hand and laughed. Draco furrowed his eyebrows, clearly deciding whether or not that was an insult.

"You sound English. Are you English?" He asked Pansy.

"Yeah, we are here for the weekend."

"Ah, American." He told us nodding. "Moved here a few months ago."