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"There's a first time for everything, darling!" Draco cheerfully replied, dragging Harry towards the formal section of the store.
Eventually, Harry decided to surrender to Draco's persuasiveness and attempted to have fun with the shopping experience. Before long, he found himself engaged in playful banter, sharing laughter and fashion advice with his mate. The initially overwhelming atmosphere within the shop transformed into one of comfort and enjoyment.
Observing their enthusiasm, the shop owner ensured that their chosen garments were carefully packaged and sent to Malfoy Manor, ready to be delivered to their new owner.
"Why did you pay for my clothes?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Why wouldn't I?" Draco responded, arching an eyebrow. "Besides, as your dominant, it's my pleasure to ensure that my submissive has everything he needs," Draco added, causing a bright red blush to tint Harry's cheeks.
"Feeling hungry?" asked Draco, breaking the momentary silence.
Harry nodded, realizing that the shopping had stirred up his appetite.
"I know the perfect place," Draco said with a hint of excitement. He extended his arm, and Harry eagerly took hold of it. In an instant, a surge of magic enveloped them, and they apparated from the bustling streets of Knockturn Alley to an extravagant restaurant.
As they materialized in a charming alleyway, Harry blinked in surprise. Before them stood a restaurant-cum-café, adorned with blooming flowers and flickering candlelight, exuding an enchanting atmosphere. The maître d' warmly greeted them, recognizing Draco, and guided them to a private table on a quaint terrace, offering a picturesque view of the city skyline. Soft music filled the air, creating a serene ambience.
Curiosity brimming within him, Harry couldn't help but inquire, "Where exactly are we, Draco?"
Draco, still perusing the menu, replied without looking up, "Paris."
"PARIS!" Harry exclaimed; his astonishment evident.
Draco glanced up from the menu, surprised by Harry's reaction. "Yes, I brought you to a restaurant in Paris for dinner," he confirmed, his tone laced with amusement.
Harry sighed, realizing that the menu presented a challenge. After contemplating the foreign names for a few moments, he admitted defeat. "Draco?" he called out.
Draco's gaze turned towards Harry. "Yes?"
"I can't even pronounce half of these names," Harry confessed, a touch of frustration in his voice.
A smirk tugged at Draco's lips. "Want me to translate?" he offered.
"You know French!" Harry said, surprised.
"Yes, my mum taught me. A Black family tradition," Draco explained, his smirk widening.
With Draco's refined taste and linguistic skills, he guided Harry through the menu, selecting an array of delectable dishes to ensure that Harry experienced the best of French cuisine.
As the evening drew to a close, Draco and Harry bid farewell to the enchanting restaurant. Draco took the opportunity to slip his hand into Harry's, causing a delightful blush to grace Harry's cheeks. Together, they strolled along the beautifully illuminated streets of Paris, their footsteps echoing through the cityscape.
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Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story
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