The lenient sound of hushed talking out in the immaculate gardens woke Draco from his deep and peaceful slumber. He rubbed at his face as his eyes blinked open in Madeleine's aquatic-themed bedroom. Pale tendrils of moonlight were creeping across the comforter through the opened veranda doors, and the room was filled with luminous brightness and the profuse fetor of the ocean at the base of her terrace.
He sat up with his eyes widening around the luxurious quarters when he realized his lethal little wife was missing from the bed. He was certain that he had put her in the cuffs when they passed out just after eleven, but neither her nor the orange, glowing equipment were anywhere to be seen.
Draco stumbled to the balcony in his sweatshirt and boxers, following the sound of her pixy voice. Gripping the decrepit stone ballast, he identified her shiny white hair and wispy night dress, walking through the central gravel axis of the traditional geometric parterre's.
Growling, Draco yanked on sweatpants in disbelief that she was still somehow managing to sleepwalk despite his best efforts to follow protocols. He grabbed his wand and disapparated himself immediately down to the stone portico expansion on the back of the central facade of the mansion. He winced as he ran in just his socks down the pebbled decorative pathway, before realizing that someone else was with her.
He paused, several meters behind them in the darkness. Éduin's voice drifted over the terrain, and Draco decided to instinctually eavesdrop once he could see the orange glowing rings on her moving wrists. He crept forward carefully, hanging close to the trimmed boxwoods like a silent ninja.
Visiting the Desrosiers villa had been unexpectedly tranquil and even thrilling. The hot coastal town was adorable, and the carefree vibes of the locals was intoxicating and wondrous. Madeleine's family was breezy and jovial, using their wealth to dabble in artistry and to enjoy life to the fullest. They were flighty and crazy, and it had highlighted to Draco just how statuesque and uptight that he was. Days had now passed and he was sunburnt once again that year, and Éduin had become one of his favourite new connections.
The boy was bizarrely handsome, and Draco spent a good deal of mental energy trying not to see so much overlapping physiognomy between his wife and her brother. It was strange to converse with a male version of Madeleine and to so naturally develop a friendship. Éduin was cocky and meddlesome, but he was nothing like the Slytherin boys that Draco was used to who would were much less civil with their acquaintances.
"I don' know, everytime I see 'im I black out," she was whispering gently.
Éduin shook out his long hair with a sigh of irritation, "And you say you 'ave to make it trough two more meetings? You know dat Draco does not like dis man. Why do you not listen to your 'usband, Madeleine?"
Draco scowled from where he was farther back, wondering precisely the same thing. He was startled and had to bite his tongue when a rose thorn scratched at his cheek from a hanging arbour. Ahead, the pathway curved away from the seawall gate, and the two Parisian siblings went off in a different direction towards a wooded area with low underbrush and soft dirt paths.
Mediterranean foliage hung thickly around the forested corridor, and Éduin politely went out of his way to hold back branches from Madeleine's face as they moved. She clung closely to her brother who had the tip of his wand lit to guide them, speaking suddenly in a defensive tone, "At first, I thought maybe 'e was de only one who could 'elp me to understand my Creator. Draco 'as always been jealous, and I felt alone in de beginning when 'e 'ad none of 'is memories of me. I know Theodore is a troublemaker, but... I still don' quite know if all of what Draco says is true."
"Madeleine," Éduin's tone changed to warning, "Draco tells me dat 'e is at fault for your imprisonment."
Draco heard her scoff in the darkness, "Theodore was not de reason - dey knew right away, as soon as I pushed my magic to de brink during de battle."
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FanfictionA horrific wizarding war has finally concluded proceeding incredible loss and trauma: the dark lord Voldemort has finally been defeated. Both Draco and Madeleine have miraculously survived through their volatile roles as death eaters and double age...
