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Draco had spoken to Potter a while back, and Harry mentioned a secret. Something horrible and evil. One that's unspeakable and unforgiveable. Worse than Voldemort himself.

He steeled himself, and asked the Bar for some.

There was a note on a napkin, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, just give them already." He scooped up the materials. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the distant voices of cackling evil laughter, and piercingly shrill squees of delight.

He carefully placed them on a table, and ordered a drink. Just from what Harry had said before, he knew he would need it.

Mr. Malfoy was learning about the evil that is HP fandom. (Though luckily, he's being spared the truly mind numbingly worse of the lot, because that's too much for most muns, much less the pup.)

Shortly into reading, there's a loud cry, "URRRGHHHH! I don't even LIKE HIM! And WHY AM I PREGNANT??"

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Draco stared back at her a moment, "...Was that all you were told? I mean, I suppose we could use the Floo Network... no, that could be traceable. Apparation is likely safer."

"Well, yes, that is pretty much all I was told. Is there more?"

Draco remarked, a bit fidgety, "Well, it's supposed to be a popular place for couples. I've heard that the wizarding area of the city, much of it's designed for couples. Coffeehouses, hotels, and so on."

"A popular place for couples?"

Curse her obliviousness showing up again!

But then, Lunar doesn't exactly have a city known for things like that.

"Supposed to be city of love, or it has the reputation for it. ...Romantic, that's the word."

"Oh!"

Cue appropriate blushing.

The closest thing Lunar has to a romantic spot would be Lyton, not that Mia was entirely thinking about that when she asked Draco if he wanted to go there. But there is the legend, though could you really call it a legend if it happened? The legend that said a shrine will rise from the lake if a couple truly in love sing a song on the banks?

A pause.

"So, do you want to go to Paris?"

"I've only been there once with my parents years ago. Before I even started at Hogwarts." And mostly they left him with Dobby while they had fun together.

"I think Beauxbatons isn't that far from there. That's another Wizarding school but it's just for witches," he then explained, and then remarked, "Er, we can go to Paris if you want, I suppose?" It was a bit further than he expected to go. But perhaps, that would mean any Death Eaters wouldn't expect him to go there either."

She takes his hand.

"It must not have been very interesting for you then."

But it might be now.

"Could we really go? I'd like to see Paris."

The unspoken end of that sentence is "with you."

"Of course." He was still a bit nervous, though he should have enough Polyjuice potion. Just in case.

There was a brief chill thinking of how risky it could be for them.

The nervousness shows.

She runs her thumb over his hand, again trying to be comforting.

Draco half closed his eyes, trying to just focus on her, and calm down. Remembering his meditation exercises.

After a few minutes, he thickly replied, "Was just remembering. It'll be dangerous in some areas. Some of the shops had closed in Diagon Alley, and Knockturn Alley could be a good idea, or very bad. They might not expect me to head to a place notable for Dark magic shops."

He then asked, "You said you know offensive and defensive spells? I think even more than the sparring we should test that."

She blinks a little.

"You've already seen me use them, in a way. Or at least samples of the main ones I know. I put a type of shield spell on the table and got rid of those stories with a smaller version of my Flame Bomb spell. Fire and ice are my strengths. But if you intend to go to my world on a trip sometime, it would still be a good idea for me to see how well you can use a sword in the event that we encounter something impervious to magic."

"Well, yes. But you haven't had to defend yourself from magic from my world. Like hexes and curses. Stunning spells, trip jinxes, or the Unforgivables." Not that he'd want to use anything like that on her, even in practice.

He sighed, "We might have to do something even worse in that regard." Remembering someone else who was good in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good enough to teach even.

"We might have to ask for Harry to help." He muttered, cringing to have to admit it.

She nods.

"I understand. I may have seen my share of battle, but that has been done in my world. It certainly wouldn't hurt. I don't mind working on that, but after our trip to your world, we need to work on your swordplay."

She even giggles a little as he cringes.

"Come on, now, Harry isn't bad."

And Draco already owes Harry, otherwise Mia might not be sitting next to the git right now.

Oh Draco knows it, which likely means he'll be roped into Team Stop Voldemort.

"Of course, we'll do that. I just want to make sure you'll be all right. They won't hesitate to come after you. Especially if they suspect you're not a pureblood witch. They're as bad to Mudblo...Muggle-borns and blood traitors as they are to Muggles themselves. And anybody with blood like giant, Veela or others? It's just as bad. I remember how they were even before the Dark Lord was reborn, during the Quidditch Cup. Setting fires, turning muggles upside down so you could see their pants and knickers." Brief chuckle escaped him at that. The memory remained laced with humor for him slightly.

Mia isn't laughing.

In fact, she's looking at him with a distinct look asking him why he is.

Draco sobered quickly, "Sorry, I was a bit younger then, and it seemed funny at the time." Still did mildly it seems.

"Just as I'm sure people thought you being turned into a ferret was funny."

Draco winced.

Some bitter anger at that memory.

"

...yes they did.

"It's always easier to see the injustice when you are the one that is wronged."

She keeps rubbing her thumb against his hand.

"Hopefully, it won't take much work before I'm ready. I do have the experience of a war, after all."

"And when you don't care for people, or see most as below yourself," He quietly admitted, though the contact helped his mood.

"Of course, it's just I thought it might be best to be prepared. Before we get surprised by someone. If they know it's me, well, at this point, I'm not sure who would be worse. Though the Ministry doesn't have control of the dementors anymore."

Ah yes, dementors.

"They're the ones that are like that cursed song I suffered from, correct? I should find a way to defend myself from them."

She didn't really have anything for the last time.

Draco nodded, "Make you think you'll never be happy again, yes. And I told you how, or what we use. The Patronum charm. Do you have any spells that can be pure happiness?"

She thinks for a moment and then sadly shakes her head.

"All I can think of is the way Luna can do such things with her songs. I can't do anything like that. It looks like I will have to learn how to use the Patronus charm."

"All right then. My Patronus is better nowadays, though not sure how well it would be with a group of them." And with the amount of bad memories between them both, they'd be highly vulnerable otherwise.