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Three Years Have Passed Since The War Ended	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N.- I wasn't planning on a Christmas chapter, but I felt like the story needed one. Now I understand why every Dramione story I read has one. It's impossible not to write!

For the first time in three years, Draco was looking forward to his time off from the Ministry for the winter holidays. He was taking Hermione to his French home for the week. Unbeknownst to Hermione, he had spent hours making the house more comfortable for her.

He got permission from his great-grandmother to move her portrait to the entrance hall. She laughed gaily when Draco had told her he planned on using the master bedroom from now on.

“You and your Hermione will need the privacy,” she said, winking at him.

Draco blushed. “Thank you, Grand-mère.”

“She is lucky to have you, Draco.”

“I hope so,” he muttered.

“Do not worry so, mon coeur. She loves you. You will be good for each other.” His Grand-mère gave him a loving smile.

Draco knew Hermione enough to leave decorating the tree to her, but he did have the elves find a tall, lush pine for the front parlor. The elves left boxes of tree decorations out for him and Hermione. He allowed his eager assistants to hang garland and mistletoe throughout the house. The grand old home would be more alive than it had been in years.

Hermione knocked on the door to Grimmauld Place. Boxes of brightly colored gifts filled her arms.

“Hermione! Let me help you,” Ginny said, taking several of the packages.

“Hi Gin. I have about an hour before Draco comes by the cottage,” Hermione said apologetically.

Ginny waved her off. “Let me pour us some tea and you can give me all the dirty details,” she said, winking at her friend.

“How are you feeling?” Hermione asked. Ginny’s pregnancy was finally showing.

“Much better. But we have months to talk about that. Tell me about you and Malfoy. I want details, Hermione, details!”

Hermione laughed. “Are you talking about bedroom details? Because I think we showed you plenty.”

Ginny groaned. “Harry and I were so embarrassed about that. Do you think Malfoy will ever forgive us?”

“I think he preferred you finding out that way to us having you over for dinner. He’s worried that my friends will try to persuade me to leave him.”

“You love him, don’t you?” It was obvious, at least to Ginny.

“I love him. Like marry-him-have-his-little-blond-babies-love. He gave me this,” Hermione said, showing Ginny her diamond necklace.

Ginny admired the sparkly, large diamond. “He wants people to know you’re together.”

Hermione nodded her head. “We’re still getting to know each other, but the more I know about him, the more secure I feel with him.”

“What are you two doing for Christmas?”

“We’re going to spend the week at his house in France. I’m ridiculously excited.”

“I’m ridiculously excited for you! It sounds so romantic.”

“Thanks for handing out my presents to everyone,” Hermione said, getting up. “After the holiday, we really will have you over for dinner.”

“Have a wonderful time in France. We’ll be thinking about you.”

Hermione hugged her friend. “Can I touch your bump?”

“Go ahead. Harry swears the baby’s a boy, so he’s taken to calling him James.”

Hermione gently rubbed Ginny’s belly. “Hi baby James. It’s Auntie Hermione. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“Let me grab your gifts! Hold on.”

Ginny hurried to grab two gifts from under the tree. “There’s one for you and one for Malfoy.”

Hermione was touched. “That’s so thoughtful. Thank you, Gin.”

“You can thank me by coming back with juicy stories from your trip,” her feisty friend suggested.

Hermione chuckled, hugged Ginny and left, wanting to be ready for Draco when he came to collect her.

Draco and Hermione sat at the base of the tall Christmas tree, examining their work.

“It looks wonderful, love,” Draco said.

The tree glittered with tiny white magical lights and a multitude of decorations collected from his Grand-mère’s attic.

“I have one more to add. I’ll be right back,” Hermione said, slipping out of the room.

Draco took a drink of his hot mulled cider. For the first time in their three month courtship, they would be together for several days straight. He was excited to have Hermione all to himself.

She came back into the room and handed him a small white box.

“Will you put it up?” she asked.

He opened the box to find a silver star ornament with the inscription:

Draco & Hermione

Christmas
*2001*

“I hope it’s not too sentimental.”

Seeing their names permanently etched on the shiny ornament was heartwarming and encouraging to Draco.

She truly does see this as a lasting relationship, he thought. Elation made him smile as he found the perfect spot on the tree and hung the star. The love and gratitude Draco felt for Hermione was hard for him to articulate.

“You’ll have to buy a new one every year.” He leaned down and tenderly kissed her full, pink lips.

“I’ll do that,” Hermione agreed, nestling into Draco’s side. He held her close with his arm around her shoulders.

Hermione found out that when Draco was a child, his elf nanny would let him help her make gingerbread cookies on Christmas Eve. Nanny Hilde let him decorate the sweet brown ginger men with sprinkles and frosting. She felt affection for the elf that gave Draco pleasant memories of Christmas Eve.

They now sat in the rustic kitchen on Christmas Eve rolling out gingerbread dough for cookies. Celli had insisted that she and Aman, Draco’s other house-elf, at least make the dough for the cookies. Hermione conceded. She knew the elves were excited to have their house once again inhabited.

“Master, an owl delivered two letters for you. Celli has checked them and they are safe,” the delicate little elf said to Draco.

Draco got very little post, so he was confused as to who might be sending him letters on a holiday. He noticed Hermione nervously eyeing the letters. Tearing open the first envelope, Draco was astonished to find a letter from his mother.

“Did you do this?” he said, pointing to the letters. Hermione bit her bottom lip and nodded.

Draco sat down and read the letter from his mother. Narcissa wrote about her first Christmas as a mother, telling Draco how excited she had been to have a child to spoil and love. She told Draco she was allowed to write to him once a week and he could send her letters as well. His mother had used every inch of the one sheet of paper allotted to relate memories of Christmases past and her wishes for his future holidays.

When he was finished reading, he found Hermione watching him. She looked unsure of herself.

“How were you able to do this?” he asked.

“I asked Harry to help me and we talked to the Head Auror. They were able to amend your parents’ communication to include letters to you. Are you upset?”

He beckoned her closer and put his hands on her waist.

“Without question, this is the nicest, most humbling thing anyone has ever done for me. I’m shocked that you were able to get my parents communication privileges.”

Hermione smoothed back his hair. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Would you mind if I read the letters while you bake? I need a moment.”

She nodded and gave Draco some privacy. After she put the cookies into the oven, he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Hermione had begun to understand that emotion could overwhelm Draco, so she let him take the lead.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, his arms tightening around her.

She hugged his arms against her and relaxed into his hold.

“You’re welcome.”

Christmas morning dawned with a blanket of fluffy white snow covering the landscape. Hermione woke before Draco and sat in front of the fire, enjoying the beauty of the flurries dancing on the wind. Aman quietly brought her a cup of hot cocoa.

Growing up, Hermione had thought she would spend holidays with her parents, observing the traditions she grew up with. But since her estrangement from her mum and dad three years ago, she had spent the holidays loosely observing the Weasley’s traditions and mostly feeling sorry for herself. Since neither she nor Draco had family around, they were free to create their own traditions.

She snuggled into the down filled cushion of the chair and picked up the Cornell mystery Draco had lent her. Hermione was quickly immersed in the exciting tale. She sighed to herself. This was her “happy place”, as the Muggle saying went.

An hour later, she looked up to find Draco watching her read.

“Happy Christmas,” she said brightly, joining Draco on the bed.

He sat up and hugged her to his naked torso. “Happy Christmas, love. Give me a few minutes and we can go downstairs.”

They descended the stairs and made their way to the tree. Hermione gasped. The entire area under the tree was filled with presents. She had brought several presents for Draco, but he had outdone himself.

They sat on the sofa, next to each other.

“Do you have a way you want to do this?” he asked.

“Not really. You decide.”

Draco handed Hermione a small, Tiffany blue box tied with a silver cord. After the necklace, she didn’t think he’d give her an engagement ring so nonchalantly. Inside the box, she found one-carat diamond studs that matched her necklace.

“Merlin, Draco, these are beautiful!” She took out her puny diamond earrings and put on the Tiffany diamonds.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

“I think you look stunning,” he said, admiring the contrast of her disheveled morning hair and the glinting diamonds.

She kissed his cheek. “Your turn.”

He opened her gift to find two Muggle cellular phones. He had seen Muggles using them in London, but didn’t quite understand how they worked.

“Um, thank you,” he said unsurely. Hermione chuckled at his confused expression.

“Muggles use cellular phones to talk to each other. It’s kind of like floo calling, but you don’t need to be anywhere near a floo connection. I’m going to go upstairs and I’ll call you. You can answer by hitting the green button.” Hermione ran upstairs and went into the master bath.

Draco heard the little black phone ring and pressed the green button.

“Hermione?”

“What do you think?”

“It’s brilliant. Can we do this from anywhere?”

“Yes. I charmed the cellulars to work with magic instead of the system Muggles use, so the phones won’t get fried if we use them around magic.” Hermione had spent many hours trying to figure out how to charm the phones, but eventually she’d been able to concoct a spell that allowed her and Draco to communicate.

Hermione walked downstairs as she explained how to use the device.

When she saw Draco’s face, she could see his amazement.

“I thought this would be a good way we could keep in touch with each other,” she said after showing Draco how to hang up the cell.

“You really are incredible,” he said, pulling her onto his lap. She leaned in to kiss him, pleased that he liked his gift.

“Are you ready for your next gift?” Draco asked.

“You spoil me, Draco,” Hermione admonished. He grinned at her and patted her bum.

She got off his lap and Draco pulled a large, flat package from behind the tree. It was wrapped in sleek gold paper with a festive red bow.

Art? I wonder what it could be?


She gently opened the wrapping to find a painting of her. It was done in a modern Impressionistic style that made the viewer feel like she was looking at a memory or a dream. The way Draco had painted Hermione was romantic and sensual. Tears fell down Hermione’s face.

Draco took the painting from her and leaned it against the wall.

“What’s wrong?”

“My parents loved me because I was their daughter. My friends grew to love me because we supported each other. But you love…me. I’ve never had that before. I didn’t know if it would ever happen.”

“I don’t deserve you, Hermione, but I do love you.” He wiped her wet face with his fingers.

They faced each other on the couch and clasped hands.

“Your painting takes my breath away. You’re so talented.”

“I’m glad you like it.” The painting had been a labor of love for Draco.

“It’s the best gift I’ve ever received, Draco.”

“Better than diamonds? Honestly, Granger, what kind of witch are you?”

She pinched his side. “Your favorite kind of witch.”

“Oi! You are my very favorite kind of witch. The kind of witch that brings me presents.”

She chuckled at his silly banter. They took a break from opening gifts to enjoy the decadent baked goods the elves had prepared for them.

That night, as they got ready for bed, Draco pulled a gift from the closet.

“I have one more gift for you,” Draco said to Hermione. Hermione’s eyes widened. Draco had been incredibly generous with her.

He handed her a box tied with an emerald green satin bow. “I had selfish motivations for giving you this last gift.”

Hermione opened the lid to find a silky bra and knickers set. She looked up into Draco’s lusty eyes. “I’ll be right back,” she said, taking the lingerie into the bathroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eager to see his gift displayed on Hermione’s curvaceous body. He had seen the set in a Muggle magazine at her house and found the store in London after a very long and expensive cab ride. He actually had bought several sets for Hermione and planned on having her dress up for him on a regular basis.

In the bathroom, Hermione admired the pink and black lace confection. The bra highlighted her full breast with cups that barely covered her puckered nipples. The knickers were low cut with bows that tied on the side. She looked like a 1940s pin-up girl. She Conjured a pair of her black kitten heels to give Draco the full effect of the look.

Draco looked up as she came out of the bathroom.

“What do you think, Mr. Malfoy?” Hermione slowly walked towards him, her hips swaying. She licked her lips in anticipation of what she wanted to do to him.

“You’re bloody sexy,” he murmured, appreciating her almost naked body covered in the silky underthings.

She stopped in front of him and let Draco study her aroused form. He leaned back on the bed, his hands braced on the mattress. Hermione knelt between his legs. She unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped then nudged his hips to pull his pants and boxers down. His thick erection bounced free of its bindings.

“I want to make you come in my mouth,” she said softly, fingering the smooth skin of his penis.

His head fell back, enjoying the sensation of her hand on him, her warm breath near his most sensitive parts.

Draco fantasized about her sucking him to completion, but he thought most women didn’t like it. He was thrilled Hermione had taken the lead in pleasuring him, since he wouldn’t ask her to swallow.

She licked the dripping tip, using her hands to cup his sac and hold his cock in her fist. She sucked him into her mouth, using gentle pressure at first, but becoming firmer as she tried to take more of his length into her mouth.

“Merlin, Granger,” he groaned, watching her full lips around his sex.

That thing she does to the underside of the head is amazing!

When she engulfed his cock and moaned, he felt the telltale signs of an imminent orgasm. He let himself go and thrust into her hot mouth.

“Yes, Granger, fuck yes!”

Hermione looked up at Draco’s rapturous face and continued to suckle until he stopped thrusting. She gently took him out of her mouth, placing her hands on his thighs.

“I think that was my favorite Christmas gift,” he said, pulling her up.

She laughed. “I’ll remember next time I need to get you a gift.”

“Seriously, though, you never cease to amaze me, Hermione.”

She hugged him, knowing their sex life was as much about pleasure as it was about love and intimacy.

The holiday ended the afternoon before they had to return to work. The elves were sad to see Draco and Hermione go, but they were assured the couple would make an effort to visit more frequently.

When they landed in Hermione’s snowy front yard, Draco noticed her wistful expression.

“Is something wrong, love?” he asked.

She tried to neutralize her face. “No, not at all. This past week was wonderful.”

He helped her into the house, placing her gifts on the coffee table. She sat down on the couch, looking pensive. Draco joined her, his arm around her shoulders drawing her close.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “I know we have work and our own homes, but I loved being with you this past week. I’m not ready to go back to regular life.”

Draco felt the same way. They’d only been together for a few months, but he hadn’t survived living amongst violent criminals by ignoring his insticts. His instincts told him he could trust Hermione and his feelings for her. All week he had contemplated broaching the subject of moving in together and now he had the perfect opportunity to discuss it with her.

“Let’s move in together. We could live in the French house rather comfortably. I know you fancy the property.”

Hermione stared at him for a second before a huge grin took over her face. “Really? You don’t think it’s too soon?”

Her jubilant expression was answer enough for Draco. “I don’t think it’s too soon, but I’d be willing to wait.”

I want this so much. Nothing is holding me back. I have to do this. I have to jump.

“Are you sure, Draco?”

“Granger, I want to be with you all the time. For the first time in years, I felt like I was at home having you with me in that house. I want to live with you.”

“Okay,” she said with a huge smile. “Let’s move in together.”
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