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Meet The Grangers	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Meet The Grangers
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Raffy, from the Sleeping with the Enemy Yahoo group sent me a little plot bunny, and asked if I could come up with a Christmas Gift for the Draco/Hermione shippers out there, so here it is. I apologise to readers of PV which has taken a back seat during the completion of this little ditty.
And no, JKR did not give Draco or Hermione to me as Christmas gifts. Maybe next year.

Meet the Grangers

�We�ll be back in a couple of hours. Do as much as you can with the tree,� Mrs Granger said, brushing a light kiss across her daughter�s cheek as she picked up her car keys off the hall table.
�Drive carefully,� Hermione replied. �I�ll see you in a few hours.�
Mr Granger scowled at the weather outside the front door. It was exceedingly grey and wet, making it seem nearer to night time than early afternoon. �I hope so,� he sighed. �If this rain doesn�t let up the traffic on the M1 will be at a standstill, and you know your Grandma will insist on forcing tea and cakes on us before we can persuade her to get into the car!�
�I know, Daddy - but call me if it�s going to change the plans for tonight,� Hermione agreed. �I haven�t seen Grandma since last summer. I�m looking forward to her getting here.�
The door finally closed behind her parents and Hermione sighed as she entered the living room only to be faced by the naked Christmas tree in front of the bay window. She had been home for three days and already she was aching for the miserable prat. They had parted at the end of school on somewhat strained terms, as a result of a last-minute invitation from her parents for him to spend the holiday with them.
They had previously reached a mutual decision sometime in the Christmas term that as this was their last year in school, they would both go to their respective homes for the holiday. Well, Hermione had known she would never be invited to his house anyway - but suddenly her parents had decided that they needed to meet the boy who had become such an important part of their daughter�s life.
Hermione had been very excited to extend the invitation to him, glad that they wouldn�t have to be parted for so long; but his stupid Slytherin tongue had run away from his brain and a comment about Muggles had slipped out subconsciously. He had quickly tried to recover from his faux-pas, but it was too late. It was out there - laying between them like ticking bomb.
No amount of apologizing on his behalf had thawed her frosty demeanor during the last few days of term, and the invitation had not been repeated. They had parted with a stiff hug at King�s Cross, and that had been the last time Hermione had seen or heard from him.
Now she was well on her way to kicking herself for her petty behaviour. The prospect of another ten days without him was stretching out before her like a vast inhospitable desert, and she couldn�t believe she had been so stupid as to waste their last days together sulking.
He was a guy after all, and a Malfoy at that; just because last spring he had suddenly gotten a clue, didn�t mean that six years of arrogance, thoughtlessness and prejudice had immediately been Obliviated from his personality. Sometime he was such a - a Malfoy that she wanted to scream. Actually, she usually did. But that wouldn�t help today because he wasn�t around to hear her and seduce and romance her into a better mood.
She scowled at the tree. The Christmas spirit had totally deserted her, and she was in no mood to decorate and entertain. Her parents had asked some friends and neighbours over tonight, and now it looked doubtful that they would even get back to the house with her Gran in time to prepare the small buffet they had planned. Which left Hermione with the responsibility of entertaining the guests until they did arrive. Brilliant. Not!
And she needed to get the blasted tree decorated before anyone showed up. It wouldn�t look good to receive guests in a room strewn with cardboard boxes and a naked Norwegian spruce.
She looked longingly up the stairs. Her wand was in her bedroom, on her bedside table with the wizarding photos of Ron and Harry, which were always waving and grinning at her and the newest picture, of Draco - which had only been there since she returned home on Saturday. Already she had spent far too much non-productive time sitting on her bed staring at her gorgeous boyfriend as he blew kisses at her and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Her mother had been quite alarmed at the animation of the celluloid Draco, and Hermione had to keep the picture turned away from the door so that Mrs Granger didn�t get palpitations at the thought of what her little girl could be getting up to with a boy who looked and behaved like that!

She wasn�t quite to the point of owling him and apologizing , but another day feeling like she did right now, and she knew she probably would be. She would have loved to have him with her at her parents� little Christmas gathering tonight, his arms wrapped around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, as they stood beside the (now beautifully decorated) tree, talking to her family - maybe singing a couple of carols? Damn it, she wanted to show him off to the important people in her other life. Why did he have to be such an in bred prat about Muggles?
She wondered if she should just use her wand to trim the tree, but her parents would be disappointed if she didn�t follow the Granger traditional way. A magically trimmed tree was too perfect, too pristine. They would notice in a wink if the ornaments were not crooked, and the lights too symmetrical. She had to accede to their wishes; they had never once complained about her magic, or the strange and foreign world to which they had in effect lost their only child seven years ago, and she could not repay their constant love and support by refusing to do the one thing they had requested of her, in the manner they preferred.
She sighed, and taking a scrunchie from her pocket, pulled her hair back out of the way and headed purposefully for the first box, intent on tackling the tree.

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�Draco - would you at least try to smile,� Narcissa Malfoy complained to her son as he pushed his lunch around the plate with his fork. �It�s giving me indigestion just watching you.�
Draco grimaced. �Sorry, Mother,� he muttered automatically, and tried to look more interested in his food, although it was getting harder and harder by the hour. He missed Hermione so much it was like an actual physical ache in his chest. His stomach revolted at the thought of food, and his throat hurt if he talked too much. And worse, on top of all that physical discomfort was the emotional certainty that their current estrangement was all his own bloody fault.
How could he have been so stupid and tactless, when Hermione leapt excitedly onto his lap holding a letter from her parents and told him that he had been invited to stay with them at Christmas, as to answer her without thinking, �You mean the Muggles?�

Even as the last syllable dropped from his lips, he was already regretting the words. It was obvious from the way her body stiffened on his lap that he had offended her, and he could actually feel her withdrawing from him mentally as well as physically. Desperate to recover the situation he had held on to her tightly as she wriggled to escape, but this had only served to aggravate her further, and by the time he had realised just quite how badly he had fucked up and released her, she was beyond reasoning with.
The last few days of term had passed with a cool distance forming between them. By Friday the Head Student study had closely resembled one of Professor Sprout�s greenhouses. But Hermione had been unaffected by his offerings. She worked with him and coolly accepted his embrace but refused to discuss the subject of a visit again, and the invitation was not repeated.
Harry and Ron simply sent him pitying glances of mock-sympathy as he tried to regain her favour, and he just knew they were enjoying his suffering and making absolutely no effort at all to intercede on his behalf. Why they were probably dancing a jig of joy on the inside, to see him screw up! When she hadn�t forgiven him by the end of the ride to London, he had tried to whip up some righteous indignation on his own behalf, but after three days without even the sight or sound of her, he knew he would soon be crawling over to plead for her forgiveness, no matter how many Muggles he had to deal with in the process.
It hadn�t even been that he thought himself above socialising with her family in the first place; he had simply been somewhat alarmed at the thought of being inspected by people who were important to Hermione and being found ignorant or lacking in some way. Despite conscientious attendance in Muggle Studies classes he was still very inexperienced in the ways of Muggles, and he didn�t want to fail Hermione, and come off looking like an idiot in front of the people who loved her as much as he did.
He had never felt the need to impress someone�s parents before; or known the desire to have them like him so that they were happy with their daughter�s choice. It had been bothering him for quite some time before he ever made his Mistake, and he had been glad in a sorrowful kind of way that they had chosen to spend Christmas separately, because it would give him more time to prepare himself for meeting the Grangers.
Now it appeared he would end up meeting them under the worst possible circumstances imaginable; uninvited and without Hermione�s loving support - and in the sure knowledge that they knew he had hurt their daughter and made her unhappy. He wondered if they would hex him, and then realised that they couldn�t - they were Muggles. Then he wondered if they might shoot him - didn�t all Muggles have guns?

�Draco!� his mother snapped at him, and he jerked, realising that despite his best intentions he had drifted off again into his own thoughts and was actually still sitting at the table staring into space even though all the plates had been cleared away and Narcissa was now standing beside him dressed for the outdoors. Great Merlin - how long had he been wallowing in self pity?
�I don�t know what on earth is the matter with you this week, Draco,� Narcissa continued, tapping her leather gloves impatiently against one sleeve as she spoke, �But you need to deal with it before Christmas comes, or I�ll have to get your father involved. If you�ve had a row with that Gryffindor, for Merlin�s sake tell her you�re sorry and stop moping about the house like a wet dishcloth. I�m going Christmas shopping with Aunt Andie; try and be less morbid when I get back!� And she was gone with a small pop, leaving Draco looking at the empty space she had just occupied.
The only thing likely to make him feel less miserable was seeing Hermione, and so there was really only one solution he could see; the only problem he had was that he had no idea how to get there. He had taken his apparition test at the end of summer, but as he had never been to the Grangers� he had no point of reference to travel to, which sort of put a crimp in his plans to get there immediately his mother left the house in a cloud of expensive perfume.
He was fairly sure that after the debacle which Arthur Weasley had put Potter�s relatives through when he flooed into their house, Mr Granger had refused all requests to add his house to the floo network, which cut off another avenue of transport. It looked horribly like he would have to use the Knight Bus to reach Hermione, and if he was going to humiliate himself so thoroughly just to make it up to her, then he was going to make sure all her Muggle relatives welcomed him with open arms, and found him the most charming, devoted boyfriend they could wish for their darling little princess.
Draco sighed and marched back to his suite, trying to pick out the most Muggle-y outfit he owned, so as to blend in well on the Other Side. Once he was convinced he looked the part, he took his wand and walked to the very edge of the Malfoy grounds and passed through the wrought iron gates. It was obvious that the Knight Bus would be unable to approach any closer than this to the actual house itself.
He took a deep steadying breath; this really was taking a step into the unknown. True, he had been publicly dating Granger for months now, and the whole school knew he was completely besotted with her, but nonetheless all that had taken place in the comfort of his own world. What he was doing today was truly a challenge - venturing alone and unassisted into the Muggle world; he didn�t even know how to summon the Knight Bus. Potter had said you just had to stick your wand out, but he admitted to a moment of worry that it might not respond to him - to a Malfoy.

His fears appeared as nothing when the overly large purple vehicle materialized in front of his upraised hand. Taking a last deep breath of courage, Draco climbed aboard, and handed a crumpled up parchment containing a street name to the complexion-challenged conductor who read it and favored Draco with a suspicious look.
�What you want to go there, for?� he asked aggressively. �This here�s a Muggle neighbourhood - won�t find many of your kind there.�
Draco narrowed a Malfoy Stare on the man, who swallowed but held his stand. �I am going to visit my girlfriend,� Draco sighed finally when the bus appeared as if it would remain stationary unless he answered. �My Muggle girlfriend. Now can we leave? I am in kind of a hurry!�
The conductor smiled evilly, and immediately Draco felt uneasy. �Well, why din� you say so, sir!� He stated and banged hard on the glass separating them from the driver. �Ernie, Chalfont Gardens, Blisworth, and step on it. Passenger�s in a hurry!�

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They had decorated a small tree in their study before the end of term. With magic of course, and it had been a slow process because they had needed to stop frequently for passionate make-out sessions; the memory only served to depress her further and she stared irritably at the length of silver tinsel in her hand before throwing it across the room and sinking into a chair to try and wrestle with her emotions.
The doorbell rang, offering her momentary reprieve from her brooding. She sighed and rose to answer it; more than likely one of the neighbors, they always seemed to find some pretext to drop by when she was home. It was almost as if they had suspicions that maybe her parents had done away with her, and they just needed to check she was really there.
However, whatever she had been expecting, it was not the sight which greeted her as she opened the front door with an artificially cheerful smile pasted to her face. It was definitely her idiotic boyfriend out there; she would recognise that arse anywhere. It only remained to discover why - having come all this way, he was bent over double with his head in her mother�s rose bush.
This hadn�t been quite the way he had envisaged his reunion with Hermione; in his mind�s eye there had been more kissing, lots more kissing - and maybe some words of apology - from both of them. It certainly hadn�t featured him regurgitating the recently digested contents of his stomach into the rose bushes beside her parent�s front door.
Of course, in Draco�s defense, it should be remembered that he had never taken a ride on the Knight Bus before, and his imperious command to the driver and conductor had in their opinion positively begged for them to make it as hair-raising a ride as physically possible, and Draco had literally only just managed to hold onto the remains of his lunch throughout the horrendous journey because he was far too terrified to let go of the bed post he had been flung against when the bus shot away from his home.
Finding himself once again on solid ground outside the Granger�s house, he had only just managed to stagger up the path and lean his forehead against the doorbell when his insides finally revolted and decided to investigate life on the outside. He wasn�t even aware of the door opening nor of Hermione poised on the threshold, staring at him incredulously. When he was finally sure that there was absolutely nothing at all left inside him, he wiped the back of his mouth with an unsteady hand, and fumbled his wand out of his pocket, intending to clean up.
However, when he felt soft cool hands take the wand away from him, and heard Hermione�s voice quietly cast the charm, reality reared up horribly in front of him. He had insulted her family, rejected their invitation, ignored her for three days, and now he turned up uninvited on her doorstep and puked into her flowers. He very much doubted if she would ever want to see him again after this.
They stared at each other uncomfortably for a long moment, Hermione taking in his paper white face; he looked even paler than usual, and had purple shadows under his dull eyes. She was aware she probably didn�t look much better herself. She also had slept badly since leaving school, and expecting to be decorating the tree, was wearing only paint splattered sweatpants and an old baggy sweatshirt of her father�s which bore the legend Dentists Do It With Their Teeth!
Draco broke the silence first. �I�m sorry, Hermione,� he moaned. �I didn�t mean to -� he waved vaguely behind him at the roses. �I suppose you�d rather I go now -?�
Hermione stared at him. �Why did you?� She asked. �Have you been ill since you got home?�
Draco felt his stomach was settling slightly although his mouth still tasted like a flobberworm�s backside. �No - I took the Knight Bus to get here. I wasn�t expecting it to be like that.�
�Draco! Really? You came here on the Knight Bus?� Hermione couldn�t help the exclamation. She could feel her insides melting at the idea of imperiously snobby Draco Malfoy being seen traveling on the Knight Bus, just so that he could come to her. A smile was threatening to form on her lips, and Draco saw it with a sudden rush of incredible hope in his chest.
�I didn�t know how else to get here,� he murmured abashedly. �I didn�t have co-ordinates to apparate, and I know your folks have the floo closed off.�
Hermione sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on it with her teeth, trying hard to keep the silly, happy grin off her face, but it was no good really. The stupid, arrogant, purebred arse had managed to do something unbelievably sweet, and now she was all mushy inside and she couldn�t possibly carry on being mad at him a second longer. She was determined not to jump him immediately, though.
�You better come in,� she said. Her inner dentist spoke. �Would you like to clean your teeth?�
Impossibly happy that she had actually let him over the threshold, Draco was suddenly forcefully aware that he couldn�t be receiving any kisses until his mouth tasted sweeter. Hermione led him to a pretty green and pink bathroom, and took a brand new toothbrush out of a small mirrored cabinet. She smiled shyly at him, placing his wand on the edge of the basin, and then left him alone in the small room.
Draco grinned at his reflection in the mirror, but it didn�t address him, and he was suddenly aware that he was in a Muggle house for the first time in his life. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, and checking inside the cabinet found a bottle with proclaimed itself to be mouthwash. From the directions printed thereon, it seemed like something else he should use and so he did, until he was finally happy that any traces of his misadventure were gone from his mouth.
He left the bathroom, and walked down the short hallway looking for Hermione. He found her in the front room, sitting on the sofa and staring unseeingly at an untrimmed tree. He walked over to her and dropped onto his knees beside the chair. He touched her arm lightly and she turned to look at him, her face serious but not annoyed any more.
�I�m really sorry, Hermione,� he began heavily. �I was a total ass, and please understand I really didn�t mean it the way it came out. I just need you so much, and you can see how without you I am nothing more than a stupid prat who opens his mouth and sticks his foot straight into it without thinking of the consequences. Hermione, you are the very best thing that ever happened to me, don�t let my occasional lapses into the past drive you away. Please, baby!�
He leant forward and buried his face in her lap and she stroked her fingers through his untidy hair; the bus ride had obviously messed up more than just his stomach. She brought his head upwards to her, and bent down to meet his mouth halfway.
�I�m sorry, too,� she whispered against his lips. �I overreacted, I know I did, but I wanted my family to meet you so badly, and see how lucky I was, that I just got so disappointed when you weren�t as excited about it as me.�
�I was scared,� he confessed. �They all know what an idiot I�ve been since we first met. I thought they would just try and take you away from me.�
�Never,� she whispered forcefully. �They are happy for me, and they believe me when I say you�ve changed because they trust my judgment. They�re going to love you nearly as much as I do - they may never understand you, but they will always keep on making the effort because you are the one I�ve chosen.�
Draco felt even worse. �So how did you explain that I wasn�t coming here?� He mumbled, sure that would be a mark against him even had her family been willing to forgive and forget his past beforehand.
Hermione flushed and avoided his eyes, �I didn�t tell them,� she confessed. �I didn�t know what to say, and I suppose I kept hoping that you would change your mind.� She looked back at him again. �And I was right. Because here you are!�
�Know-it-all,� he muttered affectionately, before closing the remaining millimeters between them and catching her mouth firmly with his own. Hermione sighed into his kiss, finally at peace for the first time since she boarded the train at Hogwarts on Saturday. She tugged him up so that he was laying over her on the sofa, covering her with his body, his familiar weight pressing her into the cushions. She curled her tongue around his and whimpered as she felt his arousal growing hard and fast against her stomach.
Their rapid descent into passion was halted suddenly by the loud chiming of her mother�s Swiss cuckoo clock, announcing 2:00. Draco tumbled off the sofa and rolled to his feet, wand in hand before Hermione could even realise what had happened. She only just managed to knock his arm aside in time to prevent the irritating wooden bird from being blasted into a thousand little pieces; a scorch mark skidded down the wallpaper next to the clock, but a quick Reparo would probably fix that. Hermione dreaded to think how her mother would have reacted if her beloved souvenir had been damaged. Never mind that Hermione might have secretly wished to hex the thing into oblivion herself many a time!
�Draco, it�s just a clock!� she said. �My Mum picked it up skiing a few years ago. It does that every hour.�
Draco groaned and sank down onto the sofa again. �Bloody Hell,� he muttered. �I�m going to screw this whole thing up. I haven�t got a clue how things work in a Muggle house. You�re going to regret that I ever came here.�
�I will not!� Hermione said exasperated. �But let�s start with something easy. Mum and Dad have gone to get my Gran from her house and bring her here for Christmas. They want me to have the tree decorated by the time they get back. Let�s try and do that - by hand. No wands, no magic.�
Draco looked dubiously at the 7 ft spruce. His family trees were usually decorated with enchanted miniatures which moved around and live fairies who supplied their own light. He wasn�t even sure what a Muggle would put on their tree. Hermione pointed to one of the cardboard boxes on the floor beside the fireplace, and he cautiously opened the flaps on top as if he expected something big and hairy to jump out at him.
Hermione sighed and moved over to take his wand away from him. She laid it down beside the fireplace, and he allowed her to do so although he looked nervous without a good hold on it. �We usually start with the lights,� she explained, suddenly looking forward to the task which had seemed such a burden thirty minutes earlier. She took out two round green plastic reels from the first box and showed him how small light bulbs were strung along a length of wire with a plug on the end. (Arthur Weasley would have been ecstatic.)
She pushed the plug into some holes in the wall, and suddenly all the little bulbs glowed different colours. �I know this!� Draco exclaimed. �That�s what they call electricity!�
�See, you�re not a failure after all,� Hermione grinned back. �I think you�re the only wizard I ever met who could pronounce that properly first time! Now that we know they all work, we need to wind them around the tree, before we put the tinsel and the ornaments on it.�
�And we can�t just use magic?� Draco grumbled, suddenly seeing this exercise as something which would delay his reunion with Hermione.
�No,� she frowned. �My parents want it doing properly. The proper Muggle way -� she added quickly as he opened his mouth to protest.
�Oh, okay then, let�s get on with it,� he sighed. �Show me what to do.� Hermione grinned at him, and explained how she wanted the lights, ornaments and tinsel arranging on the tree. He followed her directions fairly placidly until the lights were strung and she had plugged them in again so that they could hang the ornaments to best catch the light.
�What�s my reward for doing this?� he asked thoughtfully as Hermione placed a blue and silver ball on a branch near the top of the tree. She looked at him perplexed, not sure she understood what he meant. His eyes narrowed as an idea obviously occurred to him. �I know - for every ornament I hang up I want a kiss from you.�
�Well, Ho, Ho, Ho! What do I get out of that?� Hermione demanded, pouting although she was smiling inside.
�You get to snog a gorgeous, desirable, very-definitely-the-hottest-wizard in Hogwarts, of course,� Draco replied affronted. �What more could you possibly want?� He quickly reached into one of the boxes and took out a ceramic robin which he suspended haphazardly from a limb. He beckoned to Hermione and pointed to his lips, but she giggled and shook her head.
�It�s crooked,� she teased. �You�ll have to do better than that!� Draco grunted, and the next thing he took from the box was a garland of green tinsel. He looked contemplatively from Hermione to the tinsel in his hand, and whispering a quick incantation under his breath, he looped the garland around her neck and used it as a lasso to pull her towards him. She resisted slightly, imagining that the tinsel would snap, but the spell he cast must have been a strengthening one for all that happened was that it dug scratchily into the back of her neck.
She allowed herself to be tugged towards him, and received a long hot kiss which almost convinced her to abandon the tree and jump him immediately. But he withdrew suddenly leaving her bereft and panting. He turned and dipped in the box for another bauble. Hermione sucked in a calming breath; so that was how he wanted to play was it? She would show him she was just as good a tease as he was!
She picked up the end of the green tinsel, and stared thoughtfully at it. Unstringing it from around her neck, she tied a knot in it making a loop in the middle. When Draco turned to collect another kiss (this time for a gold star near the top of the tree), she was ready for him. The loop was planted on his head like a halo with the two long tails hanging down his back. He gave her a long suffering look, but took his kiss and didn�t try to remove the garland Hermione smirked as he turned away, and a quietly murmured charm which turned the tinsel from green to Gryffindor scarlet.
The kissing game, plus the exertion and the heat from the gas fire in the hearth, soon had the temperature in the living room rising swiftly. Hermione elected to turn off the fire, as she had nothing - not even a bra - on beneath the old sweatshirt. Not having expected any company until much later in the evening, she had not bothered with how she looked, and dressing lazily whilst at home rarely included wearing a bra.
Unfortunately, the speed with which Draco was hanging ornaments, and the languor with which he collected his �reward� was highly disproportionate, and Hermione was soon in a fog of arousal. Her nipples were so hard that the painful rub of the stitching inside her sweatshirt against them every time she moved, was making her sorely regret the lack of underwear, and she was so incredibly randy that she almost missed it when Draco cheated. He picked up his wand slyly as he dipped into the second and furthest distant box, sending a star and a snowman to the very top of the tree with a quick flick of his wrist while he thought her attention taken by unraveling some tangled bead chains.
A wicked grin on his face he approached for another reward, and for a second she actually considered letting him have his kiss and sod the rules; but at the very last moment as he bent to take her mouth, she turned her head quickly and his lips grazed her ear instead. �Hey!� he pouted. �We had a bargain!�
�Yes, we did, and you used your wand to hang that last star! I saw you! Kisses for doing it the Muggle way only!�
Draco seemed totally unrepentant. �It was taking too long!� He complained. �Merlin, Hermione - I need you. I admit it, okay? It was bloody stupid idea to keep kissing you in between - I�m so fucking hard I can hardly even stand up right now. Do you have any idea what you do to me?� he moaned, and his hand suddenly darted out to grab hers and bring it down to the front of his jeans, pressing both of their palms hard against the swollen length of his cock. This time their moans were simultaneous, and Hermione forgot all about everything; the tree, her parents, her grandma, the party this evening - it all vanished beneath the overwhelming need to get him inside her as deep as he could penetrate, for them to become part of each other again.
Her legs wobbled beneath her and seconds later they were collapsed onto the carpet, and Draco was tugging her sweatshirt over her head, only to suck in his breath in awe as he realised there was nothing else between him and her breasts. He dived for her left nipple and sucked it into his mouth while Hermione whimpered out her pleasure, wriggling underneath him until she had his hips cradled between her thighs and the hot rigid length of him was pushing against her throbbing pussy.
After he had temporarily satisfied himself with her nipples, he allowed her to tug him upright and pull his own sweater over his head. He lost his tinsel crown along with the sweater, and when he saw that she had changed the colour of the strand, he mock-growled at her, and whispered against the skin of her neck. �You�re going to pay for turning me into a Gryffindor toy, Granger!�
�Well, you are, aren�t you?� She mocked back, as she struggled to release the zip on his jeans which was under severe strain from the press of his erection. The brush of her fingers against his most desperate need fogged his brain so much that it took away all the sting of her words. �You�re my toy - mine to play with whenever and wherever I want, and I want you now!�

Hermione managed to kick away her own sweatpants along with Draco�s jeans and finally they were pressed together, naked skin to naked skin. But Hermione wanted to admire, and she rolled him onto his back, her eyes and fingers hot as they took in the sight of his straining erection. He had not been exaggerating how hard he was, she realised as she studied the swollen length of his penis, stained a dark angry purple from the force of his arousal; his balls were already pulled tight and hard into the cradle of his body ready to release at a second�s notice. She skimmed a finger delicately over the curling hairs, just barely touching but enough to feel how hard his testicles were. He whimpered and caught her wrist, pulling her hand away as a burst of thick clear fluid bubbled out from the tip of his penis and flowed down into the coarse nest of hairs surrounding the base. �Too close, Hermione,� he gasped. �I have to be inside you this time.�
She nodded breathlessly, for that was all she really wanted too, and laid back on the floor opening up to take him in. But instead of giving them what they both wanted, Draco scooped up the red tinsel, returned it to it�s original colour and began teasing her nipples with the stiff foil. He curled it into a figure of 8 around her breasts and licked inside the pattern he had made until he couldn�t resist the lure of her arousal any longer.
Unsnapping his design he trailed the garland down her stomach enjoying the sight of his witch squirming, her naked skin painted with all the colours of the Christmas lights. He followed the trail of the green foil with nips and kisses, and Hermione knew she would be scattered with tiny marks the next day.
�Draco -please!� she groaned out when he stubbornly refused to touch her where she needed him most, instead continuing to drift the tinsel across her swollen, aching entrance, occasionally allowing the harsh strands to drag across her clit, but never hard enough nor long enough to relieve the growing pressure inside her.
He played games with her body, admiring the way she had trimmed the chestnut curls which guarded the entrance to her body, so that her swollen pink flesh protruded beautifully from the surrounding halo. He wrapped his fingers in the tinsel and ran them along the entire length of her opening feeling her arousal seep over his hands and into the green strands, before collecting in a sticky pool on the hearth rug. He ached with the need to be inside her, but even more than that he realised, he wanted to watch her come first.
She was writhing beneath him now, her legs and arms trembling with the need to come - she didn�t understand how he could be denying himself what they both wanted so badly. She forced her heavy eyelids to open and look at him, only to find his face was screwed up in concentration as he focused on her pleasure whilst denying his own. A quick glance at his now even more swollen cock, which was leaking a steady stream of a now pale milky fluid showed her that his body was resisting his mind. She grabbed a handful of his tousled hair and dragged his head up to stare into his dilated eyes, the pupils so dark there was only a faint ring of their usual gorgeous silver-grey remaining around the edge.
He didn�t allow her to speak, instead snapping the tinsel back up and drifting it across her mouth. �Can you smell how much you need me?� he whispered. �Can you see how wet you are, how you�re leaking all over the floor. Taste yourself, Hermione. Taste how sweet you are�� Mindless, Hermione opened her lips and allowed her tongue to dart out and lick the sticky wet green tinsel. This was far from the first time Draco had made her taste her own juices, but it was certainly the strangest way he had offered her the taste of herself. Most usually it was off his own lips as he kissed her after having previously brought her to a massive orgasm with the use of his own tongue. Oh, how she wished he would hurry up and do that now!
Either she had spoken out loud or he read her mind, for he finally abandoned the tinsel and worked his way back down her body, arranging her legs apart and finally, finally burying his face in her pussy, curling his tongue into a point and pushing as deep as he could inside her, making sure to nudge her clit with his nose as he licked and sucked. He could tell she was getting close from the harsh sobbing breaths she was sucking into her lungs. He knew every one of Hermione�s little grunts; his witch was not screamer but a moaner, and he loved the noises she made when she erupted into orgasm, the harsh panting grunts which escaped from her lips seemed so much more erotic than having his eardrums shattered by the loud piercing shriek so many girls seemed to favour.
He removed his tongue quickly from her cunt and sucked her clit deep into his mouth, flicking his tongue softly over the very point of her nub until she went rigid in his arms, her whole body curving up from the floor so that he had to hold her still by her hips to prevent his head being crushed. It was an occupational hazard that he loved, knowing that he could make her come to hard that her body went into involuntary spasms. He listened as she groaned in her ecstasy, until the tension finally flowed out of her body and she lay panting heavily beside him. He waited for her to get her energy back, tracing idle patterns on her stomach with the previously discarded tinsel. He wanted so desperately to touch himself, to get some tiny relief from the phenomenal pressure in his balls; he was so hard his penis was hurting beyond any memory he could ever recall, but he didn�t dare for by this point he was sure that if he did so, he wouldn�t be able to stop and wait for her.
Finally, she opened her eyes and swatted away the tinsel. �You bastard,� she whimpered softly. �I thought I was going to die, I needed to come so badly.� Draco just smirked; as if he didn�t know!
She propped herself up on one elbow and studied him lustfully, her eyes lingering far too long on his rampant erection; just the touch of her gaze was enough to start the steady leaking again, and Draco caught his breath at the sensation. Hermione reached out to one side and took up the green tinsel; she found his wand amongst their discarded clothes and used it to sever a short piece off, which she then proceeded to tie in a loop and push agonizingly slowly down the rigid hot length until it rested like a Christmas wreath around the base of his penis, the coarse metallic strands rubbing harshly against his sensitive balls. He shook with the effort not to come at the brush of her fingers as she decorated him.
�See how you like it,� she muttered, as she rolled him over onto his back and straddled his hips, settling her wet entrance a breath away from the swollen, leaking tip of his cock. She took his penis in her hand and rubbed the head very gently over her slit, gasping herself from the renewed pleasure, but leaving Draco who had not yet taken any release, hovering on the edge of insanity.
�Oh, Merlin, let me in. Please, Hermione - let me in,� he begged, trying to thrust up. Draco had long given up on the illusion that Malfoy�s never begged. That stupid rule had flown out of the window the very first time they slept together, and he had still quite positively hated her then. This witch could make him beg for mercy as if he were a lowly house elf, and there was no point in fighting it.
�I am,� she whispered as she excruciatingly slowly sank down onto his desperate penis. He moaned helplessly as the slick wet walls of her pussy swallowed him, tightening around his length as she sank lower and lower until the nub of her clit was pressing against the wreath of tinsel and rubbing it against his skin, causing friction in a whole new area of his groin.
�Merlin, Hermione, that�s so bloody good,� he murmured as she contracted her muscles around him. �God, I can feel it starting! I don�t know how long I can last, I -�
�You need some help then?� Hermione asked evilly, �Because I think I should tease you like you tormented me. Made me wait�made me ache, made me desperate to come��
Something in her tone made Draco snap his eyes open in alarm, to find her holding his wand with a bright smile on her face. She spoke one word, so quietly he could barely make it out, but the effect was instantaneous. The tinsel wreath around the base of his cock tightened itself firmly until he knew it would prevent him from coming before she released the spell. Meanwhile, she moved experimentally up and down on his rigid length and he almost howled with the sensation; it felt so fucking good, and yet so terrible at the same time, for he was unable to respond.
�What did you do?� he gasped, barely able to form words as she began bobbing up and down on top of him, her lush breasts bouncing with every movement, as she ground her clit into the rough tinsel wrapped around his cock, stimulating herself with every touch.
Her own voice was rough from passion too, but she managed to tell him, �I made it into a cock ring. You can get them in Muggle sex shops - they prevent a man from having an orgasm until they�re removed.�
She shuddered, and Draco could tell she was getting close again, she was playing with her rosy pebble-hard nipples rolling them between her fingers, which was usually Draco�s job, but he was in such a state of tortured arousal that he was unable to do anything except clutch the carpet and pray that she would let him free soon. If not for the cock ring he would no doubt have come like a fucking freight train by now, he was so bloody aroused.
Every single inch of his engorged penis was so sensitive that he could feel each tiny flutter in the muscles of her pussy; she was going to come soon, he knew it - Merlin�s balls, she had to release him before she came, she had to. He would surely die from arrested orgasm if he had to feel her climax around him without being able to join her!
Her moans and whimpers were growing louder, her movements more erratic. She had stopped playing with her breasts and her hands were gripping his shoulders hard as she completed the climb to her orgasm, and she was absolutely beautiful in her abandon, as her eyes rolled back with the first spasms around his now absolutely tortured penis, and she gasped out between contractions, �Finite incantatum.�

There was a nanosecond of blessed relief as the constriction around his cock faded away, before the massive, unstoppable orgasm which had been prevented from occurring overtook him. He grabbed hold of her hips to prevent himself from bucking her off as it swept over him. There had never been anything like it before in his life; he felt as if every single drop of fluid in his body was flooding away down the length of his penis. His whole body seemed to shatter with the force of his release, as he came harder and longer than he had ever done before, until all his muscles quivered with the effort and he couldn�t see anything but black spots in front of his eyes, yet still he kept pumping torrents of his seed into her welcoming depths.
Finally, it seemed to slow down and shuddering through the after-effects, he became aware of how sticky and messy they both were; although he was still fully erect and deep inside her, the sheer quantity of his release could not be contained within her quivering pussy and little white puddles of their combined juices were trickling down their entwined thighs, and soaking into the carpet beneath them. However, the only thing he seemed to be capable of was laying still, and he could no more have moved than he could have defeated Voldemort single-handed. Hermione obviously felt the same for she snuggled against his side, and pressed feather light kisses over his bare chest, until they both drifted into a exhausted sleep wrapped around each other, exhausted by a combination of the restless nights apart and the reaction to their incredible reunion.
It was fully dark when he awoke, the only light in the room from the twinkling tree, and he was just wondering what had caused him to wake up when suddenly the room was flooded from above with glaring brilliant light and a girl�s voice began, �Hermione, why are you sitting here in the dark? Don�t you know it�s nearly five-thirty��Aargh!�

The scream pierced through the remains of Hermione�s slumber which had been disturbed by the sudden light, and she sat up groggily rubbing her eyes until her brain processed the fact that she was stark naked on the floor of her parent�s living room with an equally naked boy next to her, and her best friend staring at her as if she had never seen her before.
She squealed as well, and dragged her father�s sweatshirt over to cover herself, most considerately leaving Draco to his own devices. �Turn the light off,� she yelled at the intruder, �And turn around while we get dressed, or the whole neighbourhood will be looking in the window!�
The room was plunged into darkness again, and the girl marched out the door, muttering as she left. �I�ll be waiting for you in the kitchen!�
Hermione scrambled to collect what little she had been wearing, mumbling to herself as she did so, �Oh, fuck, oh bugger!� Draco reached out and caught her hand, pulling her round to face him. He had managed to find his jeans and jumper, and he had the forethought to cast a thorough cleaning spell onto the rug where they had been laying whilst his girlfriend panicked.
�Who was that?� he asked curiously. �Do strange people often come charging into your house without knocking? Is she a Muggle?� He realised that the sound which woke him up must have been the front door closing as the strange girl came in.
�That�s Julia,� Hermione moaned. �She�s been my best friend since I was five years old. She comes and goes whenever she likes, as I do into her house. I wanted her to meet you - just not quite so much of you! Damn! What ever am I going to say to her about this?�
�Better make up your mind quickly,� Draco smirked. �I think she�s coming back!�
�What?� Hermione looked panicked. �No, the kitchen�s the other direction. Shit! That�s my folks getting back! And the tree isn�t even finished!� Draco realised she was right, there were bright lights shining in through the window, and a large mechanical conveyance was pulling into the drive way; he assumed it was a car containing the Grangers and Hermione�s Grandma. Shit indeed.
�Look - you go and talk to the girl, get your stories straight. I�ll finish the tree before they get in here,� he said as he waved his wand towards the boxes, and the last ornaments began flying towards the tree. Hermione grimaced at the blatant disregard of her parent�s wishes, but could truly see no other way to avert a disaster of mammoth proportions befalling them.
She reached up and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth before fleeing to the door to try and exercise damage control. �Thanks,� she whispered turning back with her hand on the door knob. �I love you.�
Draco winked at her, surrounded by hovering Christmas ornaments. �I love you more,� he replied.
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