"And when I puked off the balcony? Half of it was olives and tequila," he laughs, then shakes his head, "I felt so sick, I swear that old woman poisoned me," Blaise laughs a rocking laugh. Draco’s almost panicked, now, because the curse is appearing at his neck, crawling further upwards with every second."And — and that drive, to the Tuscany house, when all the other’s fucked off the Milan without us? We got that muggle car, that convertible you picked out, the red one, and we drove for once through all the hills and vineyards, the green and gold hills, and — and all that, and there was that sunset? Yeah, that sunset, just before we got there, and you looked at me, and smiled and I — I thought we were thinking the same thing, but I never asked. I wish I asked, Blaise," Draco sobs. "I wanted to cry, then, Blaise, because I knew what was coming. That was my last real moment of peace, you know. Fuck, that holiday was perfect. It was so good."