Grace's Time Jump Journey

Chapter 2: Time Jumping

Grace:

"Thanks," I tell the pizza guy when I pay for dinner. "Dinner is served." I tell him putting the pizza box on the table and opening it. "The Minnesotan Everything Pizza. Everything is local, everything is fresh, and it's amazing."

"It's a pie."

"Yeah, but the crust isn't a dessert pie crust, come on, you've had to have pizza at some point in your sixteen years of life."

"Not really." He says, "A little too casual for my parents." He says using the fork and knife to eat it. I pick up my pizza and fold it before biting into it.

"It's even better than I remember." I sigh happily. We manage to eat half of the pizza.

"I have to get my parents to serve this." He says, reaching for another slice. "We should turn in." He stands up and clears the table for me. He loads the dishwasher like I had shown him earlier. I stand up only to be spun into his arms. I smile as he has both of my hands in his and my arms are across my waist.

"I thought you wanted to turn in." I tease him he lets one of my hands go.

"It's never to late to try charming my girlfriend." He says. He twirls me. I can't stop smiling at his antics. "Is it working?" He asks his eyes a grey that's almost a blue grey. He looks so happy and carefree here.

"I don't know," I tease him as he leads me in a slow dance. "I might need some more convincing." His hands at my waist and mine around his neck as we sway in the silence. I turn on the radio as we pass by it dancing around the room and he matches the tempo of the radio as he continues to lead me. Finally we collapse on the couch where I curl up next to him content in the moment. "You said something about turning in, I didn't know that entailed dancing."

"Did you have fun?" He asks me.

"I always have fun with you." I tell him resting my head on his chest. He runs his fingers through my hair.

"That's good to know." He says. He kisses the top of my head.

"Can we stay like this forever?" I ask him softly thinking about the books in my bag upstairs.

"I'd love nothing more." He assures me. His arm shifts, if I didn't know what I do I'd think it was just him getting more comfortable. I don't press him, but close my eyes and listen to the steady beating of his heart.

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"Grace," His voice is soft and gentle. "You promised me a ride." I open my eyes and see we're still on the couch. "Breakfast is ready."

"You made breakfast?" I ask him.

"I had help." He admits stepping aside. A house elf is in the kitchen busy cleaning.

"Where did you find-"

"Did you know they appear when you need help?" He says.

"Master Malfoy, Miss Paxton."

"Thank you for your help..."

"Ellen is happy to help." The elf says.

"Ellen, it's not necessary."

"Ellen wants to serve Mr. Malfoy and Miss Paxton."

"It'll give you time to show me how to be in the muggle world." Draco says.

"Thank you Ellen." I finally relent. "I've never had someone take care of things like this for me outside of Hogwarts." I admit, "There are some towels and spare fabrics in the linen closet, you're welcome to make yourself another toga whenever you'd like."