"I want to take you somewhere."
We had just finished eating and were standing in the street, the restaurant behind us and the hotel in front of us.
"You've already taken me somewhere, Draco. To France!"
"You're saying that like I've brought you to hell." He turned to look at me. He looked sad. "Do you not like it?"
"No, no, no, I do. I do like it. It's lovely."
"Okay, good."
I then agreed to him taking me to where ever it was he wanted to take me.
"Would you like to walk or should we just apparate?"
"Well, where are we going?"
He hesitated, "Up that hill."
I let my gaze follow where he was pointing. It was a medium sized hill, not that big, far to our left.
I almost said we should apparate (it was a pretty long way ahead) but I thought: I'm in France with Draco Malfoy, might as well spend it properly and just walk up to the top of the hill.
"We'll walk."
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FanfictionThe war has ended and Harry won. Voldemort was dead but so was everybody else. Except for Draco Malfoy, apparently. [ harry x draco short ] [ ©︎ |unwrath 2018 ]
