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Christmas at Rosier Park	By : SarahRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight: To be as One

Hermione was deemed healthy enough to go home, but under strict orders to rest and just enjoy the holidays.

Draco had stayed behind once Harry and Ron had left that night. She was on her couch wrapped in a colorful quilt, her thickly lashed eyelids drooping.

Draco gently plucked the book from her hands, “Time for bed my sweet,” he whispered into her ear. He laughed, leave it to Hermione to read every article on Semper coniuncti in aeternum. He scooped her up like a bride, which for all intensive purposes he considered her so, and made his way carefully to her bedroom.

Farren had come to help his Master and new Mistress, being Draco’s he had also become Hermione’s, and made sure the bed was turned down and pillows fluffed.

He laid her down in the center of the soft creamed colored sheets. She hung on to him tightly.

“Draco?” she murmured, nuzzling into his warm neck.

“Yes darling?” he asked sitting down and holding her on his lap.

“Don’t leave me?” she asked in her sleepy haze.

“Of course love, as you wish.” He vanished he shirt, slacks, socks and shoes and lay down in his soft cotton undershirt and silk boxers.

He laid them down and enjoyed the feeling of his Hermione molding her tiny self into the planes of his body.

He felt a soft sigh leave her body as she drifted into the realm of dreams. Draco soon followed, more at peace than ever before.

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Hermione woke just as the sun peaked over the horizon. She smiled, loving the feeling of being surrounded by warm, and hard wizard.

She wiggled her bum against his lap causing him to groan and pull her closer. His arm slipped up from her waist, his fingers brushing over her sensitive breasts.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked, concerned with the amount of magic that had been used the other day.

“Very aware,” she answered honestly.

“Of what?” he asked stoking her body softly and breathing in her sweet scent.

“Of my body, my magic, and of you.” She said reaching up and running her fingers through his silky hair.

“I know it is a bit late to ask you, given everything that has happened, but would you allow me to- court you?”

Hermione rolled over so that she could look up into Draco’s silvery stare.

“I would be honored to be courted by you Draco Malfoy.” She said and sealed the deal with a kiss.

He smiled even as he kissed her back. He may have given her everything he had and was, but she had already giving him the greatest gift of all- a second chance at a happy life.

“Then it is official, this is the best Christmas that I have ever had!” he confirmed as he kissed just behind her ear.

“Christmas!” Hermione gasped, “How in the world did I forget?” she asked

“You were otherwise occupied my dear, but no fear, Farren was overjoyed to assist and getting the house ready.”

Hermione looked at him with a quizzical quirk to her eyebrow.

“I invited everyone over to Rosier.”

**

It had been a quite Christmas of close friends and family with an equally quite New Year. Draco kissed his witch at midnight as the snow fell gently around Rosier Park, and later woke to a new year, Hermione securely in his embrace.

The Wizarding world was all in a tizzy with the return of the Malfoy heir and even more shocked by his close relationship with the one and only Ms. Granger. Neither of them gave the press any mind though- very content with the twist of fate.

It took a month for Draco to introduced Hermione to all that she had inherited with the spell. There were houses, businesses, vaults, stocks and property of varying kinds all over Britain and Europe.

Frankly Hermione was bit overwhelmed by the sheer scale of – for lack of a better word- stuff, the Malfoy, Rosier and Black family had amassed. She had no idea how he managed it all, and was happy to a let him keep doing just that. She just wanted to archive it, which he was more than willing to let her have at all the dusty relics his family had amassed.

On one quiet afternoon the two were curled on the chaise in the parlor enjoying tea and cakes when Draco breached a subject that had long been on his mind.

“Dearest?” He asked stroking his fingers across her soft stomach.

“Mmm,” she responded

“I have drawn up some papers in regards to some of my family inheritance, and with your signature I can legalize them.”

“What are they about?” she asked, really more interested than concerned.

“Giving my aunt Andromeda and cousin Teddy the inheritance they rightly deserve. ”

“What?”

“Since the assets are technically no longer mine, the old laws binding them are null.”

She carefully rolled over to look Draco directly into his silvery gaze, “You, Draco Malfoy, are a wonderful man.” Stated before she kissed him with so much passion he thought he was going to melt right into the antique fabric.

**

February 14^th dawned a cold yet sunny day over Rosier Park. Draco had been planning this day for a long time indeed, and was hoping tonight to fully… consummate his relationship with Hermione.

That had, of course, done some exploring of each other, but they had yet to truly experience the joys of the flesh together.

He had planed a lunch for the two for them after a visit to the British Museum. They had a new exhibition of the Impressionists, which happened to be Hermione’s favorite.

Dinner would be taken on the floor in front of the fireplace amongst soft pillows, a low table would be heavy with all her favorites.

Draco smiled at his reflection as he finishing getting ready. Tonight he planned on claiming his witch fully.

**

Hermione spent a little extra time in the bath, putting on her sweet smelling body lotion and taming her wild mane into soft curls.

She dressed in a light pink cashmere sweater dress and knee beige boots over her warm stockings.

With a pop she arrived in the main entry of Rosier Park. She smiled as she saw Draco come from the parlor. He was looking delicious in his gray v-neck sweater, a red colored shirt peaking out, his muscular legs draped in black slacks.

“You look stunning darling.” He greeted has he reached for her pulling her into his chest.

“You look very handsome as well love.” He smiled his thanks before giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Mmm, thank you. Come, I have a fabulous day planned for you my witch.” He winked and popped them away to center of London.

The day went as perfect as possible. Hermione has actually squealed when she saw the sign for the Van Gogh exhibit. They had wandered the halls of the museum, his hands always touching, holding and caressing her.

They shared a light lunch and a hot cocoa in a small café overlooking over the Thames. When they returned to the Manor there cheeks were rosy from the wind and Hermione’s hair tussled.

“How is it that you hair is always perfect?” she good-naturedly grumbled.

“I think you look lovely,” he replied with a kiss to her chilly nose. “Why don’t you go get ready for dinner, wear something comfy.” He advised with one last kiss watched her disappear to her own suite and got to work.

At six o’clock Hermione made her way down stairs, wearing and emerald green wrap dress, charmed to not wrinkle. She heard soft music playing in the parlor. She followed the sweet melody to find her wizards setting up a dinner for two in front of the marble fireplace.

“Draco, my darling, this is wonderful,” she gasped looking all the candles, flowers and pillows.

“I am glad you approve, I want to make tonight special.” He said rising to pull her into a warm hug.

“Today has been very special.” She kissed his cheek softly then sunk to the plush nest he had built for them.

The meal was superb and they laughed as they fed each other bits here and there. When the dinner done Draco pulled his witch to him, resting her back against his chest as they sipped at sweet wine.

“Darling I have a gift,” he whispered next to her temple.

“Love you have already given me plenty today,” she chided with a smile, leaning on his shoulder to see his handsome face.

“But this is very special.”

He presented her with a single snow orchid, resting within its petals was a ring, a beautiful sapphire flanked with emeralds.

She gasped at the beauty of his gift.

“Oh Draco,” she cooed

“Marry me Hermione, be my witch, my wife.” He asked taking the ring from its perch.

“I am already yours darling, yes I would love to have you as my husband.” She offered her hand and he slipped the ring on with a smile.

“I guess I can give you your present.” She smiled turning in his lap and kissing his upturned lips.

“Really?” he asked in a flirty tone.

“Yes, but it is in your bedchamber.” She whispered into his ear, he felt his cock stir at her husky words.

“Our bedchamber.” He amended before lifting her and making his way quickly to said room, Hermione laughing the whole way.

Once inside the lavish yet homey suite Hermione instructed Draco to make himself comfortable while she went and got his “present.”

Draco situated himself on one of the leather chairs near the fireplace watching the closet door where his fiancé- now didn’t that sound nice- had disappeared into.

When she re-emerged Draco was happy he had decided to sit because he knew his knees would have given out.

She was a siren, a nymph come to claim him.

The little negligee was the perfect color bronze to make her hair and eyes shine. The emerald lace trim tickled her upper thighs and the swells of her soft breast.

Her long curly hair hung to her ribs, the curls teasing him, getting to touch the bare skin of her shoulders and arms.

“Hermione,” he croaked and then cleared his throat. “Love, you are a vision.”

She smiled and climbed right on his lap, her thighs straddling his, her lips touching his.

“I am glad you like it my darling, even if I hope it doesn’t stay on long,” she whispered in his ear, letting her fingers stroke his soft hair.

“I was hoping that was your plan because I don’t think I would be able to stop myself from taking you to bed.” He said before taking her lips in a deeper kiss.

His large had stroked up her silky thighs, over her pert bottom and up to play with her hair.

Hermione sighed as she felt not only her arousal spike but Draco’s as well. Over the past weeks she had been increasing aware of her wizard, and though Hermione was never a romantic per say, the connection she felt with Draco was one from a novel or bards poem.

She felt her self being lifted as Draco made the way to the four-poster they has shared on many occasions but this time it would be as lovers.

Draco got undressed as quickly as he could with his witch wrapped around him. When they finally lay down he was down to his black boxer-briefs.

“You are a very handsome wizard Draco.” Hermione praised from her perch on his thighs as she scattered little kisses down his neck and over his collarbones.

“And you are stunning,” he said reach for her, bringing there lips together again. Hermione gasped as he flipped them over, settling himself in the soft cradle of her thighs.

He kissed her with every ounce of his being, their shared magic magnifying their passions.

She wrapped her legs around him drawing him closer, feeling the hard, aching length of him against her hot, damp center.

“Merlin you feel, taste, smell so good.” He whispered, letting his hands had their feel of her soft curves.

“I have never felt anything like this Draco,” she moaned his name as his fingers teased her tightly tipped breast.

“This has to go love, I need to see you.” He gave her no time and whipped the slinky garment off and looked his first time at his witch in all her glory.

“Perfect,” was all he said before his mouth descended, tasting every inch of skin he could reach until she was quivering from his exploration. He work down, over her round breasts, each rib, the curve of her waist until he kneeled at the alter he sought.

His fingers went first. Draco smiled at how hot and wet her pink folds were, all because of him.

“You are so wet Hermione, I bet you taste so sweet,” he smiled as she blushed. “Shall I test this theory?” he smirked again, lowing his head to blow a cool stream of air over her sensitive flesh before letting his tongue have it's fill.

“Sweet Circe Draco!” she called her fingers threading through his blonde hair.

He continued his assault, loving her gasps and moans as she climbed closer to bliss.

Hermione’s thighs tightened around his shoulders and she came with a shuddering moan.

Draco continued to kiss and nibble on her sweet pink flesh until she calmed. She opened her eyes and gave him a sated type smile.

“Thank you darling,” Hermione said looking him over as he rose above her, “It seems that you are in need of some love too.” She commented see his erection peeking above his underwear.

She reach up and tugged the last remaining barrier and grasping the hot steely flesh in her warm hand.

“Gods, bring me to you, let me be in you,” He groaned as she tilted her hips up, offering herself to him fully as she placed the weeping tip at her entrance.

He moved forward, inching into the velvet glove of her body.

“Merlin, better than I ever imagined,” Draco said seating himself totally in her body.

Hermione wrapped herself around him, loving the full stretching feeling, the consuming nature of the act of love she was experiencing.

“More Draco, I need more,” she whimpered tilting up again, grinding their bodies together.

“Anything you desire my love,” he vowed as he took her to heights she hadn’t known existed.

Late that night, they lay wrapped around each other, Hermione hand trailed down his chest, her nose tucked into side of neck loving the natural scent of her lover and fiancé.

“Christmas, what do you think about Christmas?” She asked out of the blue.

“That you are either a bit late or very early,” Draco joked, confused by her question.

“For our wedding darling, I fell in love with you at Christmas time.”

“And I with you dearest heart, and that sounds perfect.” He kissed her until their bodies demanded sleep.

A/N Sorry it has been on hold for a while- sending this all the way from Guatemala- Four continents in 6 months- but this has only on chapter left! Then finishing up Dossier and probably some seasonal on shots because I should be writing my Master's thesis....

cheers, xox

Sarah
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