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Undeniable	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Title: Undeniable

Pairing: DracoxHarry, eventual ScorpiusxAlbus, past twincest, Lee JordanxAngelina Johnson, RonxHermione, BillxFleur, NarcissusxSeverus, Charliex Blaise PercyxOliver, We'll see...don't kill me.

Fandom : HP

Notes: Post Series/slight AU. Obviously, the majority of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling; only the situations I write belong to me. The battle was won but at what cost? When the bodies are buried is the past truly put to rest?

"xxxx" = spoken out loud

'xxxx' = telepathic communication

Magical children mature faster because I say so. Oh and Happy belated V-day. [which is why it is such a long romantic chapter?]

Chapter 37

The plan for today was; Breakfast at Aux Delices de Saint-Paul. Walking tour of the Marais, Beaubourg and the Centre Pompidou. Lunch at La Quicambosse. Then Belleville and Montmatre during the afternoon. Dinner at the chalet and a night in. Draco thought with a smile as he dressed comfortable, today would be hotter and he dressed accordingly; soft blue shorts, a loose yellow tank top and sandals spelled to be comfortable.

He carefully styled his slightly longer then usual hair as he waited for Harry to dress, "Hurry…you don't know the trouble I had trying to make breakfast reservations. Muggles are so complicated. Haven't heard of Owls or fire calls. felly phones and internet bah!"

Harry grinned as he finished dressing, he was cute was he complained.

XoooooX

Draco shifted his purse on his shoulder, snuggled into Harry's side as they walked, he said quietly, "The Marais is one of Paris' oldest and most dazzling quarters- still not sure what they mean by quarters."

"Neighborhoods perhaps…" Harry interrupted.

Draco shrugged, "Either way, the quarter was first developed in the 12th century. Marais, which means "swamp", apparently this beautiful place was one. Certainly can't tell now." he snorted, "Obviously, I underestimate them. It went from being a royal favorite under Henri IV and Louis XIII, to falling into ruin some famous Revolution of 1789."

Harry nodded, "French Revolution, watched about it on some history special on BBC once. It was before you came."

Draco poked him, "Hush, trying to play tour guide here. It was revived in the 1960's, it has shone as a center of Parisian artistic and cultural life. Apparently it is one of the only areas that preserves the narrow streets and architectural styles of Medieval and Renaissance-era Paris."

"I see, autos would be a problem with streets like these."

Draco shrugged, autos were weird Muggle things. "I read that most of Paris was overhauled in the mid-19th century under the direction of some important man named Napoleon III and architect Baron Georges Eugène Haussmann."

"I've heard of Napoleon but Haussmann is a new one."

Draco continued, "Haussmann designed the wide, sweeping boulevards and grey, classical-inspired apartments that characterize places like the Champs-Elysées- we walked there our first day, right after we Apparated from Kings Station. He also modernized Paris by installing sewer and water systems." Draco wrinkled his nose, "Paris still smells funny."

Harry chuckled, "Dray, that would be the Petrol. They use it to run autos."

The Marais has a much different flavor from new Paris and it showed. Its dramatic residences (hôtels), artisan's boutiques, galleries, lavish squares, and fascinating history.

Draco had read that it was worth reserving at least a half-day of exploration.

Harry pulled out his camera, snapping pictures of beautiful old buildings, the squares, galleries and other interesting places. He was like a kid on holiday…he dragged Draco into boutiques and galleries.

Draco laughed as Harry bought seemingly useless stuff but it made him happy to see his husband enjoying himself.

They walked to the Hotel de Sens, the medieval residence's elegant formal gardens and dramatic design reminded him a lot of paintings of the Manor before it's dark day.

Draco led Harry out to sit on one of the garden benches to contemplate is a real treat.

Harry gasped, "It's gorgeous…"

Draco laughed, "Of course it is, it dates back to 1475. It was home to Archbishops and a former queen, Margot I think, wife of Henri IV. Apparently, it's a mix of Medieval and Renaissance architecture."

They wandered some, it was a definitely a fortress but had really nice turrets and windows. The courtyard was magnificent.

Harry chuckled, taking more pictures, "It's a library…"

Draco nodded, "The last Royal residence we visited was home to the Senate. Harry, what is a Senate…"

They received some weird looks.

Harry chuckled, leaning over to whisper, "It's like the Wizengamot, if we were part of it instead we'd be surrounded by guards to protect us."

Draco blinked, "Protection? From what…"

Harry shrugged, "Crazy Muggles."

Draco glanced at him, "You've got to be kidding me."

"There really are such things. They won't bother us here. It simply isn't important enough to worry about."

"If you say so."

Harry snorted, "I am the expert on them, I lived how many years among them…" more years then he choose to remember…crazy Muggles indeed. "Where to next…"

"The Fortress Philippe-Auguste."

From the Hôtel de Sens, they walked down Rue des Figuiers until it turned into Rue de l'Avé Maria. Then they turned left onto Rue des Jardins Saint-Paul. On their left, above the basketball courts, were the remnants of medieval fortress.

Draco pointed, "It was built by King Philippe-Auguste in the 12th century to keep invaders out. I think we saw its foundations when we were at the Louvre. We're looking at the largest remaining section of an enormous wall that once surrounded Paris."

Harry whistled, "Now that is impressive don't you think? I bet they built it all by hand."

Draco nodded, "It defined the borders of 12th century Paris. Certain parts of the Marais were excluded from the protection of the king, who banned certain populations, including Jews, from the city." apparently, Muggles had their own prejudices… "Who are Jews…"

Harry chuckled, "Something I will explain to you later, you were sheltered as a child. I like that."

Draco pouted, pointing to their right, "See those are the remains of two towers, also part of the medieval city."

Harry smiled, "You did a lot of research for this trip…"

Draco led him down the right side of Rue des Jardins Saint-Paul, toward several covered passageways. They walked through one of them.

The covered passageways them into a series of quiet, interconnected courtyards.

Draco gestured, "This is known as the Saint-Paul Village. There are art galleries, fine antiques, food shops, and artisan boutiques selling unique home decorations here. It's supposedly, one of the best spots in Paris for finding treasures of historical importance."

Harry smiled, "Then we should look around, we can afford antiques. Besides," he whispered, "Muggles have very interesting and very sensual ideas of art."

Draco chuckled, "You will have to introduce me."

Harry kissed him, "You chose Paris, Italy and Greece. It won't be hard."

They visited Baikal and Limaselect, where they bought some beautiful Japanese and Chinese art; mostly some paintings and pottery. A silver Tea set, antique silverware for their table, a very expensive soon to charmed unbreakable china set. Something called Ble Willow that Harry claimed they had to have. Crystal stemware, a pitcher, vases for the mothers in their lives. Draco spotted Yves Delorme, a very fine linen shop where he insisted on purchasing new table clothes, 'napkins', sheets ect. Harry entered the shops Lilly has Valente and Luna Maya; buying his daughter and his old friend gifts from the shops that shared their names. For Lily was a an embroidered lacy tunic with jeans that had a rhinestone design. Luna got a strange artsy piece that reminded Harry of his quirky friend. At Miravidi and Gian Paolo Maria they purchased Jewelery for Andromeda and Narcissa. Draco had been surprised at the designs while Harry attempted to freak over the prices.

Draco was shocked to find a Wizarding shop hiding in a storefront that was supposedly for rent; he flailed over potions and Arithmancy tomes that he sent back to the Chalet. They paused every so often to send their purchases to the Chalet but always in safe places, not wanting to call the French Ministry of Magic down on them for doing magic in front of a Muggle. Talk about a diplomatic incident; Lords of the Wizengamot accused of performing magic in front of French Muggles.

They had a laugh at the Muggle Museum of Magic…

Draco pointed out, "The Hôtel de Saint Pol. In 1360, King Charles V built it as an official residence.

Harry poked him, "You have a thing for Royal residence, Dragon. It's your snobbishness poking up again.

Draco pouted, "The site would serve the Parish of the Kings of France for nearly two centuries. What is a parish."

"An area overseen by a minor religious authority." Harry said dryly, "Never thought much of religion." being raised by hypocrite wanna-be atheists had left a mark.

Draco nodded, "Why don't we go this way." they took one of the right-side exits through the passageways. Emerging on a busy street, Rue Saint-Paul where they turned left. "Rue Saint-Paul. They really have a thing for Saints."

"They were Catholic for a long time, Catholics have a lot of Saints." Harry shrugged looking around, seeing plenty of charming traditional bars, bistros, and sandwich shops. "Why don't we take a break here for a bit." he read one of the signs, "That seems like an interesting place, Le Petit Dragon."

Draco didn't notice it at first, "I am not petite. I'm taller then you." taller but Harry had a broader, more muscular frame. Living with a doting Andromeda and Molly Weasley had helped fatten the pale skinny boy he had been attracted to in school.

"I didn't call you small, it's a bistro. No wait, it smells." Harry sniffed, "Asian. Lets have a cup of tea and maybe split an appetizer." actually, he had found he had quite the palate. He could taste a meal and go home and replicate it. He wanted to try his talent here…

Draco shrugged, "If you like, as long as we don't spoil our appetites for dinner." how could he resist a restaurant called Dragon?

Harry chuckled, "Come on." he had Draco order in French well, neither could speak Chinese after all, Jasmine Green tea and dumplings. He'd discovered a weakness one day while out with Teddy. They'd been so hungry that they'd eaten lots of different meat dishes…

After refreshments, they continued the tour, walking down Rue Saint-Paul until they reach Rue Saint-Antoine. Briefly stopping to admire the outside of Saint-Paul Saint-Louis Church's painting just inside it's door before continuing to walk straight down Rue de Sévigne. Making right onto Rue d'Ormesson. Emerging on a quaint square, la Place du Marché Sainte-Catherine.

Draco sighed, such a preoccupation with these saints. Merlin, how exasperating! He shook off the thought, "I think this is the Place du Marché Sainte-Catherine, Saint Catherine Square. It's rather nice don't you think…"

The Place du Marché Sainte-Catherine was rather quaint and village-like, Harry snapped more pictures. Smiling as he ended up capturing neighborhood kids bounding about like Teddy and Jaime would. It seemed like it was a favorite spot for play. There were no cars of course, there wouldn't be room for them and there were signs that seemed to imply they weren't welcome. It had a laid-back aura…seeing that they had already indulged in their mid-morning break, Harry smiled, "Where to next…"

Draco glanced around, "I meant to stop at the Hôtel de Sully. I guess I forgot. The saint Catherine Square seemed like a place Jaime would have loved to play…"

"Lily too, show me this Hotel you wanted to see."

Draco turned around heading back to Rue Ormesson and walking in the opposite direction from where they had originally come. Turning right onto Rue de Turenne, then left back on to Rue Saint-Antoine. Draco looked around for Number 62. He smiled looking up find another historical residence, the Hôtel de Sully. "Ah, here it is."

Harry chuckled, "Reminds me of the Manor some."

Draco coughed, "The Manor is fine piece of [Wizarding] Architecture." not really a place that felt like a home. Home was Grimmauld Place with Harry, Andromeda and their children… "A former minister of Henri IV, named Sully, once resided here. Hence the name."

They entered the Hôtel de Sully, walking through a reception area to the main courtyard. Glancing around at the neoclassical style characteristic of the residence. Greek-inspired statuary and reliefs abound. Twin sphinxes face each other at the foot of the staircase leading out of the courtyard.

Harry chuckled, "They tried but I don't think they quite depicted them correctly." pointing at the sphinxes.

Draco blinked glancing at them, "They don't resemble the ones in Fantastical Beasts and where to find them much. They are supposed to be Sphinxes…"

Harry snorted, "Sphinxes are merely the more dangerous version of the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower."

The cobblestone-paved front courtyard featured a celebrated series of sculptures representing the four elements and the two seasons. They walked around the courtyard taking pictures and admiring the Muggle Architecture.

"It is rather tasteful, I'm surprised. It might be fun to replicate the design here and redo the manor. It is under my authority…" Draco was in awe, well as in awe as a Pure-blood Wizarding Lord could be before Muggle architecture.

They walked toward the orangerie, a second courtyard, that featured a classical formal garden and an ornate stone lattice, which was on the right side when entering the garden.

"This is really nice, Dray…"

"Indeed it is Harry."

They walked straight across the orangerie, Draco headed to the right. Leading Harry to a passageway lead them out of the garden and into a covered gallery. which was a part of the Place des Vosges. "Yes, the magnificent Place des Vosges, I can see why they call it Paris' most beautiful square."

Harry squeezed Draco's hand and kissed his cheek taking still more pictures.

Draco laughed, thank Merlin magical camera never ran out of something called film so they could take an indefinite amount of pictures. Walking under the covered galleries leading out from the Hôtel de Sully, they are were in the center of an assembly of 36 red brick and stone pavillions surrounding the majestic, tree-shaded square. The Place des Vosges was indeed fine enough to serve as royal stomping grounds for centuries, Draco thought. Today it looked like a wonderful place to unwind, stroll, and dine- but it wasn't quite lunchtime yet.

Draco stretched a bit, "The square originally housed the royally-owned Hôtel de Tournelles."

Harry laughed, "You and your royal residences Dray…"

"Hush, Charles VII and Louis XIII both lived at Tournelles. In the early 17th century, Henri IV's demands for an opulent residence."

"Define opulent…"

Draco snorted, "Expensive. Lavish. Let me finish. Where was I? oh yes, They wanted a opulent resident within the city lead to the construction of the Place des Vosges, only they called it the Place Royale then. There are fine art galleries, pricey restaurants, and classical musicians who set up shop and attract large crowds."

Harry listened, "I hear a violin…it sounds like Bach." the iPod from Hermione had broadened his own musical horizons.

They followed the music to fine a youth not much younger then themselves playing. His violin case at his feet, with some money in it. They listened through two songs…

Harry pulled out a twenty euro note dropping into the case before Draco could lead him away.

They headed for a small park in the center of the square, "I just want to see it. It's supposed to be one of the few places in Paris where you can sit on the grass." he glanced around, "It's safe."

Harry blinked, "What do you mean it's safe."

Draco smiled, "No signs reading pelouse en repos, the lawn is resting. If there were it would mean we're temporarily not allowed to sit out on the grass." he sat, "it is nice here…"

Harry smiled, "Its hard to believe, the Draco Malfoy I knew in school dragging me around Muggle Paris to look at Muggle Royal Residences, gardens, listen to Muggle music and to sit on the grass."

Draco blushed, "I changed a lot after the war, we all did." he stretched, "Just a few more places and then lunch."

Harry lifted his chin and kissed him, seeing past the female form his lover had this week to see the man he loved.

Draco wrapped his arms around his husband's neck, kissing him back. He was really enjoying seeing the pure happiness in Harry's face. It was something he'd never really seen except at Christmas when they spoiled their boys and mothers dreadfully. He was avoiding thinking about their own private Christmas moments. He broke the kiss reluctantly, "Come on, we can't lay claim to the grass all day. I want to finish the tour." They wouldn't make it to their entire list he had planed for the morning, he hadn't realized how long the tour would take.

They stood and walked away from the Rue Saint-Antoine and the Hôtel de Sully, turning Turn left onto Rue des Francs-Bourgeois.

Draco smiled, "I see, it really is a major center of fashion and design. There are plenty of shops and it does appear popular."

Harry pouted.

"Okay no more shopping for you. If you look around Harry, there are some impressive Renaissance-era buildings. You can take more pictures. I'll just slip into some of the unique fashion and jewelry boutiques myself. Yes, I still have a lot of Euros from our stop at the bank. Having a bag that doesn't end is nice."

Harry remembered Hermione having a similar bag when they were Hunting Horcruxes. He really did miss them….he smiled, "Go ahead and shop love, I'll just take some time to admire the historic residences."

Draco kissed him darting off to glimpse at the shops, he wasn't gone long. Not really finding anything that screamed, 'Buy me'. He called out, "Harry…"

Harry chuckled, "That was quick…thought you'd get lost in there."

"No, didn't see anything I liked. Shall we continue…"

"Sure."

At the corner of Rue de Sévigné and Rue des Francs Bourgeois is the Hôtel Carnavalet, Draco pointed it out, "This is the Hôtel Carnavalet, it houses the Museum of the History of Paris, they also call it the Musée Carnavalet.. It's one of Paris's many free museums, and it's permanent collection is said to be memorable. Want to take a look…"

Harry shrugged, "Sure." he peered through the decorated iron gates into the Carnavalet's lavish formal gardens, "Wait, I want some pictures first."

They looked around the museum but were soon bored so they exited, Draco pointed across the street, "That is the Hôtel Lamoignon, built in the late 16th century by Diane of France, daughter of Henri II. Today it houses the Historical Library of the City of Paris."

Harry chuckled, "Another Royal Residence? They made it a Library, interesting."

"We can visit the courtyard if we turn left on Rue Pavée."

"If it is worth taking photos of then I don't mind."

"That is the Hôtel d'Albret. It was built in the 16th century and renovated in the 17th century. It houses administrative offices for the Cultural Affairs department of Paris."

"Interesting, you did research a lot love." Draco was like a walking sexy guidebook.

They continued down Rue des Francs-Bourgeois, Harry took pictures of other Renaissance-style residences lining the street.

Draco kept them on the left side and they turned left on Rue Vieille du Temple. From Rue Vieille du Temple, make a left on a narrow street called Rue des Rosiers. He glanced around and spied theSacha Fink Elsztajn. "That place…" he pointed, "Is a traditional Yiddish bakery. Though I don't know what Yiddish is. This is the main thoroughfare of the Marais' historic Jewish quarter- so I assuming Yiddish and Jewish have something in common. Want to go in…"

Harry shook his head, "No, lets save room for lunch."

They continued walking down this street and seeing the facades scrawled in Hebrew and French, sensing the rich history here. Harry taking pictures as Draco smiled indulgently. He was doing a fine job of documenting their trip.

He tapped his husband's shoulder, "That is L'as du Falafel." pointing at the place, "They claim they have the "best falafel in the world", it may just be true. I don't know what falafel is though."

Harry chuckled, "Neither do I love."

Draco checked his time piece, "Why don't we head back to that book store in Saint-Paul Village. They maybe able to direct us to where we are eating lunch."

Harry nodded, an Apparation point near the restaurant would be helpful. Merlin only knew how far they were.

They wound their way back to the book shop near the laughable Museum of Magic- Muggle magic of course- people like Houdini who thrived in misdirection and illusion not his and Draco's kind of real magic.

Draco explained where he wanted to go and roughly where it was located in French, he was pleased to be given a nearby Public Apparation Point and directions from there to La Quicambosse.

They made their way to the restaurant, following Draco's receiving permission for them to Apparate out of the bookshop.

Draco ordered them two of the most acclaimed dishes; Bohemian Sauerkraut and pork ribs with honey, which they split while sipping espresso. "We didn't make it to Beaubourg and the Centre Pompidou but we did make lunch at La Quicambosse. We were supposed to go to Belleville and Montmatre this afternoon."

Harry smiled, "Well, what do we have time for and which do you want to see more."

"The Centre Pompidou houses a library and museums. Montmatre was an art center, Belleville claims to be the most photographed part of the city. It's a multicultural center that shelters new artists and has open studios. This year the theme is skin, one of the areas it includes is racism? What's racism…"

Harry sighed, "You know how you didn't used to like half-bloods or people like Hermione…"

Draco winced, "Yes…"

"Well, racism is not liking or trusting those with a different skin color. It would like you hating Cho Chang or Blaisé at first glance. Though the distrust of people like Remus Lupin might be more appropriate a comparison."

Draco blinked, "That's…ridiculous. Blaisé is a highly talented professor, Cho is a professional seeker and Professor Lupin was one of the more talented professors we'd even had for that class despite his affliction. How could any be distrustful of skin color."

Harry chuckled, "I've asked you the same questions about half-bloods and pure-bloods. A while ago no one liked anyone with skin that wasn't white like ours. It's supposedly better off now, just like some places are more accepting of same-sex relationships."

"I just realized that Beaubourg is where the Centre Pompidou and if we go to Belleville we don't need to go to Montmatre."

"You're changing the subject Dray…" Harry said with a sigh.

Draco snorted, "Didn't feel like discussing controversial subjects on our supposed honeymoon."

Harry grunted, "If you like so if you've decided that you only meant two places then do we need to visit both…"

Draco shrugged, "Do you want to visit more museums, libraries and art galleries."

Harry smiled, "We could always skip them and go straight to Versailles."

Draco chuckled, "You really like taking photographs don't you…"

"And you have an obsession with royal residences."

Draco leaned over to kiss him, "Very well, Versailles it is. I wonder how we should get there."

Harry smiled, "We can always take a cab. We have money and you Dragon speak French."

They paid and hunted down a cab, their first cab in Paris. They had managed to avoid them somehow due to Apparation and walking.

Draco flagged down a cab and told the driver they wished to visit Versailles.

Harry slide next to his husband, an arm wrapping around Draco's slim feminine waist and pulling him to his chest. "I'm really enjoying this thank you."

Draco smirked, "No thank you for coming up with the idea and telling me to plan it."

It was a rather long drive, Draco dozed off while Harry admired the view.

f anyone had ideas for where they should go I'll consider it. Considering Delphi, Rome, Florence, Sardinia and Athens at present, with a side trip to Egypt.

The storyline is progressing faster then I expected it to. Oh god, why am I actually researching Europe so much for a fictional drarry vacation?

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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