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READ CHAPTER 5 AGAIN I HAVE REVIESED IT!!!
This is the product a blizzard and not being able to leave my house for about 12 hours!! Okay. Not much but I hope you enjoy.
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After we had both showered and gotten changed we made our way out of the hotel and into the heart of Paris. It was still early so we didn't rush ourselves, but took our time enjoying the sites. Soon we had made our way to the barrier between the Muggle world and the wizarding street in Paris. Much like Hogwarts the entrance was disguised to look hideous to Muggle, but to wizards you could clearly see a garden with shops beyond. We casually stepped over the threshold and walked through the garden to the shops beyond.
"This is absolutely beautiful. Don't you think Harry?" I asked.
"Can't say I have a bad view, no." I looked up at him and saw that his face was torn between being serious and laughing.
"Did you just use a line on me Harry James Potter?" I asked in mock anger.
"Yes. Did it work?" He looked at me with innocent puppy eyes. I laughed.
"Men!"
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We found a quaint little café and found an empty table outside. Harry and I picked up the menus and I saw his face drop at the sight of all the French words. I fought the urge to laugh and asked in an even tone.
"Is there a problem Harry?"
"Umm… yeah actually there is. I can't read French." He put the menu down and looked at me as a blush covered his cheeks.
"Didn't you learn it when you went to Muggle grade school?" I asked astounded that he didn't even learn basic French.
"I was to busy fighting off my cousin to learn anything that wasn't basic math and English." He said. I couldn't read the expression on his face.
"Oh. Well why don't I order us something then? If you don't mind a girl ordering for you." I asked, this time letting my laugh escape my throat. He put a smile on his face and laughed with me. He put the menu back in the center of the table.
"Surprise me." He answered in a tone that all but challenged me.
"Ok, I will." I saw a waiter walk by and called out to him to order. "Excuse moi s'il vous plait."
Harry just accepted a challenge that I didn't think he would be able to go through with.
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The waiter returned not long after I ordered and set a plate in front of Harry. On it were 10 snails. I suppressed a smile as Harry looked at the plate, then at me. The waiter still stood there waiting to see if we needed anything else.
"Merci monsieur."
I looked back at Harry and saw that he realized what was put in front of him. On his face was an expression that all that said he accepted the challenge while his eyes told the truth. He was disgusted, totally and utterly disgusted.
"Well?" I asked.
"Well what?" he returned.
"Aren't you going to eat? I thought you were hungry?"
"I am. I was just going to offer you some." With his offer he pushed the plate towards the middle.
"No thank. I'm not so hungry right now."
"Oh." Was all he said. "Then I guess I get to eat all these by myself."
"I guess so." I said.
"Alright. Well… Here it goes." He took the little fork and dug into the first shell. He pulled it out with the little snail on the end. He looked at it, then at me and saw my face, it all but dared him not to. He took a deep breath a put it in his mouth and started chewing. He made a face that I will never forget. He looked disgusted and shocked all at the same time. I couldn't help it and started laughing. Right there in front of the entire café. They all turned around and that made me laugh even harder. Harry had finished chewing and had swallowed by the time I had calmed down.
"That wasn't that bad. Rubbery, but not bad." He said looking back down at his plate.
"Really? I thought you would hate it. I do." I said shocked. That was not what I had expected.
"Yes. I really do." He then dug into the others finishing the entire plate faster the Ron ever had. When he was done he put his little fork down and looked up at me.
"Lets go explore the shops now." He said.
"Ok, lets go." We put the money on the table and walked onto the street.
As we walked I felt him reach down and entwine his fingers with mine. A little smile played on my face as I looked into the widow of the now closed clothing shop. We walked in silence as we ambled down the street at a slow pace. It was slowly getting dark out and one by one the light that lined the street turned on. Neither Harry nor I noticed but continued to walk.
We soon made it to the end of the street and turned around to walk back to the other end. I shivered slightly in the chill summer night and Harry, with out even a second thought, took off the over shirt he was wearing and draped it around my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled. He looked back and kissed me gently on the forehead. By now we had made it to the garden with it's beautiful summer flowers and trees.
"We should head back Hermione. It's getting late." He said.
"Not yet. I want to stay here a little longer." I spied a bench not far off the path and dragged him over to it. "Let's sit."
"Ok, but not for long. It really is getting late."
"I know, I know. Don't worry." He sat down next to me and put his arm behind my back. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes enjoying just sitting here. No worries about Voldemort, no more school work. Nothing. All that mattered was me and Harry and this moment. I must have sighed because I heard Harry's voice shake me out of my thoughts.
"What's wrong Mione?" He asked, worry evident in his voice.
"Nothing, nothing at all. Just thinking."
"About….." He started.
"How nice this is. We have no worries. We can just sit here and… rest."
"For now." He said. His tone even, tying not to give away any emotions.
"For now." I repeated. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me. Our eyes locked, and I remember think I could get lost in the sea of green. He leaned down and kissed me sweetly on the mouth. I leaned into the kiss not wanting him to stop. He got the message and continued to kiss me. What had started as a sweet kiss soon turned into a passionate kiss that soon rivaled this mornings. His hands had my face held between their palms and my hands made there way to the back of his neck.
All too soon we had pulled apart and were looking at each other with the same question in our eyes.
"It's getting late, we should head back." I said, trying to convey as much as I could that this was the 'proper time'.
A/N: I've decided to make this only a chapter or two longer then I'll write sequel. Leave a review if you get the chance.
As always~Peniox_Girl