Day 6

"We have to go back to class tomorrow."

Harry looked up from his drawing at Draco's words.

"Yes, I'm aware."

"I don't want to go back to class tomorrow."

Harry sighed, and set down his drawing pad. "Why not?"

"Because people are going to stare at us."

"People already stare at us. I'm the Saviour of the Wizarding World, and you're the Slytherin Ice Prince, and we've been holding hands nonstop for six days."

Draco sighed, and leaned against the headboard. "It's not just that. We can't even open a bloody suitcase without help from the other. How are we supposed to create potions and write notes, in your case, and avoid being touched by anyone and everyone?"

Harry leaned against the headboard next to him.

"I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Tomorrow. For now, I think we should celebrate our last day without classes."

Draco gave him a curious look. "How?"

Harry grinned. "I have an idea."

And that's the last thing he said before pulling a protesting Draco along.

"Harry- Harry what the fuck? Slow down!" Draco shouted, trying to keep up as Harry pulls him out of the castle and into the cold December air.

"Harry, it's freezing out here, what are we doing?"

Harry smiled, wiggling his eyebrows, before the two disappeared with a crack.

Draco gasped the second they reached their destination, and hit Harry, hard. "Give me a warning next time!" he shouted.

Harry didn't respond, just smiled brightly at their new scenery.

Draco sighed, and straightened, his eyes going wide.

"Holy shit."

All around them, the city sparkled with beautiful fairy lights, getting ready to celebrate Christmas. Draco's eyes caught on a particularly tall tower, and his breath hitched.

"Harry, are we in Paris?"

Harry just smiled, the fairy lights gleaming in his eyes.

"C'mon, there's something I've always wanted to do," Harry murmured, tugging Draco's hand.

They walked through the street, near the massive lake in front of the Eiffel Tower, until they reached the tower itself.

"We're gonna Apparate to the top?" Draco guessed. Harry grinned wickedly, and Draco assumed his guess was correct.

In a breathtaking instant, the two were suddenly at the top. Draco swayed slightly at their sudden circumstances.

"Whoa!" Harry put a hand in front of him, laughing. "Don't fall. You'll drag me with you."

Draco inhaled sharply at their golden view of Paris. Harry smiled, stepping a little closer to him and staring out at the shimmering city in front of them.

Draco pointed at a large ship over on the Seine River, which was currently boarding people.

Harry grinned. "Wanna go find out?"

This time Draco was the one to Apparate them, landing behind the bushes in front of the ship.

Draco frowned, waving his wand over Harry. Harry felt his outfit change, and looked down to see himself wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He nodded his approval, and did the same for Draco.

The pair stepped out, walking up to the ship.

The captain asked them something in French, and Harry frowned. But Draco smiled beautifully, casting a wandless spell, and saying something else in French. He handed Conjured boarding passes to the man, who nodded, shouted "Merci!" and turned to the next guests.

As they stepped onto the boat, Harry glanced at Draco. "I didn't know you spoke French."

Draco smiled.

The pair studied their new surroundings. It was a golden-lit ship, full of people sitting down at tables.

"Harry, we don't have an assigned table," Draco hissed in his ear. Harry glanced around nervously, before his eyes landed on someone.

She was laughing at something the man next to her was saying, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulder. The man next to her was leaning in, smiling, red hair glinting in the light, a scar on his cheek rippling the effect the light had on his face.

Harry smiled widely, pulling Draco towards them.

The blonde turned toward them, surprised, before standing happily, a bright, beautiful smile on her face.

"Harry!" Fleur Weasley cried happily, moving to hug him. Harry stepped back quickly. Her smile faded.

"We can't be touched," Harry explained. "I'd be happy to explain, if we could sit at your table?" 

"Of course, of course!" Fleur said happily, pulling chairs forward for her new company. Bill Weasley smiled at Harry, but his smile faded somewhat at the sight of Draco.

Harry explained everything about the spell, and by the end, Fleur's eyes were wide and Bill was glaring at Draco.

"Bill, stop glaring at him," Harry said, eyes flicking toward the redhead.

Bill cleared his throat and straightened. "Sorry. Old habits die hard."

"What brings you to Paris?" Fleur asked.

Harry shrugged. "Draco speaks French, apparently, and I've always wanted to go. Tonight's our last night before we have classes tomorrow."

Fleur smiled brightly. "Well then, we shall have to make this a wonderful night for you two!"

Harry smiled at her as their meal was brought to their table.

By the time they had finished their 3-course meal, they had chatted about just about everything. Draco had been brought into the conversations, and as the night progresses, Bill got more comfortable around him.

Draco sipped from his wine as Fleur told them there would be a party downtown if they wanted to go.

Draco and Harry exchanged looks before nodding and agreeing.

Their cruise finally returned back to shore, and the group started walking downtown.

Harry could hear the party before they reached it. Loud, pounding French music poured down the streets, along with people cheering.

"Here," Bill murmured. He cast a spell on them. "I think that will protect you from the pain of being touched for a few hours."

Harry poked Bill, and when nothing happened, he and Draco sighed in relief.

They reached the party, finally.

Bright neon lights flashed everywhere, and most people had neon paint all over their faces. They danced happily to music Harry couldn't understand, and people stood out front, offering face paint.

Harry grinned, and him and Draco stepped forward.

A man wearing nothing but boxers painted a neon red dragon coming up from Draco's neck, and neon blue symbols all over his face. A woman wearing bright green lingerie painted neon purple symbols on Harry's face and neon green ones on his arms.

They smiled as a song started, loud and upbeat. The only phrase Harry could get from it was "Laissez les kouma."

Draco tugged Harry forward, smiling brightly.

Harry couldn't help but grin as Draco swayed his hips happily. The two jumped up and down to the beat with the rest of the crowd.

After a while of dancing, a man approached Draco, and gestured to Harry.

"Est-ce que cet homme est libre?"

(from my understanding, that means something along the lines of "is this man single?" If you speak French, please correct me if I'm wrong.)

Draco's smile faded, and he frowned at him, shaking his head. "Non."

The man sighed, and walked away.

"What did he say?" Harry asked curiously.

"He asked if you wanted to have sex with him."

Harry blinked in surprise. "And you said no?"

Draco nodded.

Harry smiled. "Thanks!"

And they continued to dance.

It was late, very late, when Harry tugged Draco's hand, yelling that they had school in the morning and should probably get to leaving.

They hugged and said goodbye to Fleur and Bill, promising to return soon, and walked away from the party.

They sat on top of the Eiffel Tower again, legs dangling off the edge, watching the bright lights of the party they had left.

"This was incredible," Draco whispered. "Thank you."

Harry smiled, and decided to take a risk. He leaned toward Draco slightly, and rested his head on the blonde's shoulder. Draco tensed, surprised, for a moment, before he relaxed and rested his head on top of Harry's.

They stayed like that until the sun rose over the city.