The familiar tug of being sucked through a straw stomach first filled Parvati as she grabbed on to George's arm. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought a scream as they were pulled for what seemed like ages. She could not remember ever taking this long to apparate to any place in London.
Just when she thought she might go mad from the sensation which threatened to nearly split her in two she felt ground under her feet and she clung to George as she threatened to topple over. "George! What on earth are you trying to pull just for din-" her words cut off as she heard the sound of a street musician playing organ music and a distinct scent that was familiar somehow and yet totally distinct to what she was used to in London wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes and nearly fell again from the shock. Right in front of her was the Eiffel Tower-they were in Paris! "GEORGE! You didn't! Oh, THIS was your surprise!" she said, laughing and nearly crying at the same time. She nearly knocked him on his feet with the kiss she laid on him.
"Where are we going??" she begged, totally entranced by this man and the surprises he held.