Stranded in Paris. ( Padme )

[draco]

The sun was beginning to set over the west hills. Colors swam across the sky. Maroons, peaches, yellows, violets, fading into dark blue began to engulf the sky. Draco's head looked out his car window as the vehicle arrived at the Arc de Triomphe. The rubber wheels rolled to a halt on the gravel crushing it beneath the weight of the slick black Lexus. The man, whom was driving the car got out, and opened the back door. Stepping out, Draco looked around and stepped away, as he didn't even looked at his driver. Stepping on to the massive rode, he began his way towards a café. The warm temperature of the day seemed to relax towards the evening. The dimmed lights from the cafés and corner shops seemed to set the night’s mood. Instrumental music flowed gracefully out on to the streets. A few people danced casually as Draco pushed past. Paris France wasn’t a normal trip for Draco. His father wanted him out of the house so he could have a meeting with some of his partners. Being dragged out of the Malfoy Mansion and deported, he wasn’t in the best mood. Plus on top of that being dropped off in a city where you can not speak the language was quite challenging.

He did make a few trips previous to Paris, and remembered a wizard owned café where his father ‘did business’ He understood it was on the Champs Elysees, but not exactly where. The Champs Elysees was an extremely long road, and this particular café could be anywhere. He remembered the seats outside were green painted, and the door was bright yellow. The fireplace was golden. He know it was a wizard café due to the particular use of the fireplace ~ floo powder. Walk on for nearly two minutes or so, Draco began to feel angry. He needed to find the café to find a hotel. He knew his way from there. Stopping in his tracks he crossed his arms and looked around. He had his wand with him of course, but since school was out he wasn’t allowed to use magic. And of course not in muggle Paris. “Bloody hell. Surrounded by mudbloods…”Draco muttered as he walked a little farther. A few pedestrians, who were walking by, looked at Draco wondering who he was talking to. Crossing the street Draco found a café, but not the one he wanted. Sitting down at a table he paused as a waitress came up to him. She spoke in French as Draco looked at her annoyed. “Nothing.” He said as he looked away from her. “Nothing, Sir?” she spoke in English. Looking up he glared. “Nothing.” He shot flatly as he motioned her to go away. Leaning on to his hand, which was placed holding up his head, he looked across the street. A café which had a yellow door and green furniture was placed directly across from him. Cursing under his breath, Draco crossed the street to the café. Pushing the door open he stepped into the sweet smelling pub. A man behind the bar looked up at Draco as he walked in. “A Malfoy?” he assumed as he motioned to him to come closer. Draco narrowed his eyes as he didn’t recognize him. “And you are…?” Draco growled as his British accent raised a few heads. “Come, come, And Sit.” The man said as he walked out from behind the bar and cleared a table for Draco. “I am Del Falcony. My Grandfather gave me this café in his will.” He said as the last name did ring a bell. Still guarded Draco walked over to the table and sat down. Draco let his right hand sit on the table showing off the Malfoy family ring. Del noticed the action and nodded. “So, what do you choose?” the man asked as Draco sat back. “A cup of hot coffee with a side glass of sherry. A crepe as well. Plain.” Draco said as he tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “Right away.” Del said as he walked away swiftly. Draco grinned to himself as he looked out the window he was beside. Even without his father, or a word spoke- he was known as a Malfoy. Draco loved the special treatment.

[Padme Rendel S2]

The car pulled out of the driveway and onto the road as slow as a snail. Padme glared at her step-father, Cameron, and then leaned back in the leather seat. Cameron was always trying to get on Padme's nerves. It didn't help that it always worked and that Padme was powerless to do anything about it. Shifting in her seat, Padme waited for the car to speed up, but it didn't. It kept on going so slow she could have sworn she could count the blades of grass nearby. Behind them a car honked it's horn, making Cameron swear in frustration and hit the accelerator. Cameron was going to take her to Paris, so they could have a little family time alone. It had all been Tessa's idea, and Padme had never heard of such a absurd suggestion. Cameron had went along with it just because he loved Tessa. Padme hadn't said anything about it; she would never reject to what Tessa wanted. The road seemed to go on forever and when it finally stopped, Padme looked out the window and found herself in a completely unknown area. Cameron appeared to be thinking the same thing; he had taken out a muggle map that he was attempting to read. Rolling her eyes, she leaned back in his seat and waited for something to happen. Nothing did, and they sat in the car for a good twenty minutes before Cameron gave up and ordered Padme to get out. Obeying silently, she got out of the car and looked around. The road seemed to go on and on, and a few people were looking at her with curiosity. Padme glared at them until they looked away and then turned her attention back to Cameron. She didn't say anything since she had no idea about cars or maps. Not to mention Paris. Keeping her eyes on the ground, Padme waited for a solution.

"I'm going to go call your mother." Cameron said gruffly to Padme. She nodded. "What will I do, then?" she looked up at him, knowing what the answer would be. "Go take a walk or something. It might take a while for me to figure them out." Cameron glanced at the French people of Paris before looking back at Padme. He reached into his pocket and took out a small device that looked like a phone. "They call it a walkie-talkie in the Americas. I'll call you when I'm ready. Don't wonder too far." He gave her a meaningful look to signify what would happen if she did and then entered a nearby pub. Padme looked down at the thing he had handed her with disgust. She had to use a muggle thing to get along in this foreign place. Padme put it into her pocket and then looked around. The pub was the only thing in sight so far. A road lingered to it's left and that was where Padme went. Now, this road seems to go on forever. Padme glanced at the road and then at the pub and back again. She wasn't sure if it was worth it to go take a walk. It seemed a long way and Cameron had told her to not wander too far. Shrugging her shoulders, Padme walked forward onto the road that looked to never end.

Twenty minutes later, she was about to give up and go back. Walking was not one of her favorite hobbies, and there was nothing to look at beside some of the residents of Paris that happened to walk by. They too looked at Padme with lingering curiosity. She tried to ignore them, but they didn't seem to keen on ignoring her. This resulted in Padme sending scorching looks at all who looked at her. Even those who didn't would be sent a glare. Padme entertained herself in this way until she saw two cafe's in the distance. Quickening her pace, the two soon came closer and closer until she was at the front door. She looked between the two; which one to go to? The other one had a yellow door with green furniture while the one she was standing nearest looked bland. Hastening over there, Padme stepped inside and looked around. The cool air hit her face which made her feel refreshed. Looking around, she spotted a blond head in a nearby seat. Everyone else seemed to be sitting with someone and the boy was not. She slowly made her way over there; not keen to talk to a muggle if her was one. It proved not to be. Padme eyes widened slightly as she looked at Draco Malfoy. She knew him, of course, by her mother. Her mother knew him because of the 'supporters' that she often talked about. "Mind if I sit here?" She asked as politely as possible, although her tone of voice didn't reach her honey-brown eyes which remained as cold as ever.

[draco]

Draco sat at his table waiting for his order. He was extremely ticked off due to the fact he had no bloody idea where he was. Of Course, Paris, and he did have an idea how to get to a hotel he went to before. But all and all he felt quite lost, which put him in a bad mood. Summer was suppost to be fun, not stranded in a city where the language is old age and where all the people smelt horridly. If there was a person his age there and pureblood, they would have gone to Beauxbatons. Draco cringed at the tought. He loathed that school. Having a low patience, Draco turned. "Is my bloody order ready yet, or do I need to make it myself?" Draco spat as he thought, "A simple Crepe, people in this city are suppost to be born making them. They are so easy- I could make one in my sleep." Tapping his fingers steadily on the table with force he tryed to pass the time. Del Falcony, finally emerged from the back room with a cup, a glass, and a plate. "Mr. Malfoy, sorry for the wait. Problems in the back room." he said as he bowed and began to step away. "Then Get them Fixed." Draco added as he took his drink and too a sip. Sitting back in his seat, he seemed to pause for a moment as he looked out the window beside him. He watched a few people cross the street. A couple it seemed. They held up a map, something muggles used when they were lost. Draco snickered as he was glad he was brought up on the good side of life, a pureblood. Too bad his father was in Azkaban. He would have joked about it with him.

At that exact moment Draco heard a girl's voice speak by him. Not thinking anything of it he blinked and picked up his glass of scarlett, sherry he shot it back and set it down on the table. Beside the chair across of him, he noticed a young girl standing there. Looking at her with bewilderment and annoyance he pulled his plate closer to him. Looking at her with a look like -what- do- you- want- he narrowed his eyes. "Yes?" he dragged out ina low tone as he bit into his crepe.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme raised an eyebrow as the boy took no notice of her. He seemed rather busy eating. Padme glanced down at the food and felt confused. She had never been to Paris before so naturally she didn't know what food was what. She smoothed her skirt to keep her busy as she waited for Draco Malfoy's reply, but it didn't come for a few moments. Her foot broke out tapping against the floor; Padme always did this when annoyed and impatient. She saw the Malfoy ring on his finger, which she looked at in interest. She had never gotten one because she was the youngest in the family and she didn't even know her father. Finally, Draco Malfoy looked up to see her standing there, tapping her foot. She made herself stop. She had heard about Draco Malfoy before and he wasn't one to cross. He didn't seem to take the slightest sign that she had spoken to him, which annoyed Padme even more. Trying not to show her imminent impatience, she cleared her throat to speak to him.

"I asked if I may sit down," said Padme in a slow and loud voice. She couldn't help but talk like that to him. After all, he had acted like he hadn't heard her or hadn't payed attention, so Padme could talk like she was speaking to a deaf person. All the politeness gone from her voice, she tried to keep her eyebrow from raising. If she did, that might annoy him and that might not be the prettiest sight to behold. Instead, Padme let her features sport a smirk, which she held with great priority. Since Padme had no ring and since no one knew her because she was the long-lost daughter of Roger Rendel and Tessa Rendel, she knew that Malfoy probably wouldn't recognize her. "I'm Padme Rendel. I all ready know who you are, Draco Malfoy." her eyes lingered on his blonde hair for a few moments before shifting back to his face. That was probably his most prominent feature, his blonde hair. The smirk still on her lips, Padme waited for him to reply. She felt a small feeling of stupidity coming on, but she had introduced herself so that he wouldn't say no to her. She knew for a fact that Draco Malfoy wasn't one to pay any attention to mudbloods and such. But, he could still say no too, Padme reminded herself silently. She prayed that he wouldn't because if he did, she would just have to.... well..... she wasn't really sure what she would do. Deciding to take whatever comes, she waited while restraining her foot from tapping against the tiled floor.

[draco]

((Sorry for the delay, I have been gone for two weeks. But I am back for a good while now.))

Draco narrowed his eyes at the young girl as she spoke slowly and stubbornly. Taking the last few bites of his crepe he swallowed and looked up. "No." he said flatly with no feeling. The girl kept on talking as she stated her name and that she knew him. Tapping his fingers on his cup of black coffee, ripples circled the liquid. Looking at it he noticed the girl standing beside his table. "I really don't care who you are or if you know me or not. I came here alone and I suit to stay alone for now." He shot a look to her as he looked back at his coffee. He didn't yell at her or embarrass her in front of the whole cafe, he simply said no. Obviously Draco wasn't in the best of moods. All he wanted to do was go find the hotel and sleep. He hated Paris and want out but first he needed sleep.

A moment or so passed as he saw a few new people walk into the pub. All the seats the girl could have gotten were taken. Picking up his cup of coffee he sipped it as the steam rose over his pale face. Setting the cup down he looked back at the girl. "Fine. Sit." he picked, as he crossed his arms at his chest. " Just don't annoy me." He arrogantly ordered as he rose his left hand catching Del Dalcony's attention. "I want two more shots of sheery and some type of chocolate tart... I don't care what kind." he muttered as he quickly.

(( And sorry for the shortness. Two weeks of not writting does something to you.))