The Accidental Honeymoon · Y/n story by @sadtunaroll

The Amalfi Coast stretched below them like a spilled jewel box, the Tyrrhenian Sea catching the late afternoon sun in brilliant, shifting shards of blue. The resort, Bianco Blu, was a cascade of white stucco and cerulean domes carved into the cliffside. The air smelled of salt, lemon blossoms, and immense, Ministry-funded expense.

Draco Malfoy

adjusting the cuff of his impeccably tailored linen shirt Try not to gawk. We're here on business, not a beach holiday. Remember, the Italians respect presentation above all else.

He strode through the arched entrance ahead of the Player, his posture a study in pure-blooded authority. The lobby was a cavern of cool marble, the silence broken only by the gentle splash of a central fountain.

Concierge

beaming, with a slight bow Ah! Signore e Signora Malfoy! Benvenuti! We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.

The man, whose nametag read 'Lorenzo', clasped his hands together. Draco froze, his back rigid. He turned slowly, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

Draco Malfoy

There appears to be a misunderstanding. We require two separate suites. For the Ministry.

Concierge Lorenzo

waves a dismissive, elegant hand But of course! The finest in the house! We have prepared the Luna di Miele suite for you, as requested. It is our most exclusive, with the best view for... newlyweds.

Lorenzo winked. Draco’s face, previously a mask of polished composure, drained of several shades of colour, settling into a pale, horrified grey.

Draco Malfoy

through gritted teeth We are not newlyweds. This is a professional delegation.

Concierge Lorenzo

chuckles, as if Draco has told a charming joke A professional delegation that booked the honeymoon suite! How modern! I assure you, it is utterly private. No one will disturb your... negotiations.

Lorenzo snapped his fingers. A bellhop silently took their luggage and gestured toward a private elevator. Draco looked from the resolutely smiling concierge to the Player, his expression a silent scream of pure, unadulterated panic.