A/N: This collection of stories is in response to daily prompts for a Very Merry Death Eater Christmas in the Facebook group, The Death Eater Express. Each story will feature a different Death Eater paired with Hermione.

Disclaimer: All canon characters, plots, and situations from the Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. I am not profiting from this work.

Prompts Day 1:

—"If you think I'm spending Christmas drinking eggnog and shagging you, forget it!"

—"Is that a present for me?"

—An ugly Christmas jumper

Thorfinn Rowle x Hermione Granger

Hermione hummed along with her favorite Christmas tune as she finished her work for the day. It was the Friday before the Christmas hols, and she was the only one in her office. She didn't mind. It gave her an excuse to sing as loudly and off-key as she wanted without bleeding anyone's ears.

Thinking she was alone, she jumped when someone walked right in as if there wasn't a door to knock on. She huffed in exasperation as the tall, bulky figure made himself at home, collapsing onto the sofa as if he lived there.

"Rowle," she growled. "You could at least do me the courtesy of knocking."

"What would be the point of that?" he asked, kicking off his shoes.

"You—You," she sputtered, unable to find the right words.

"I'm what?" he said, grinning at her. She huffed once more in exasperation. He was insufferable. Ever since he had started his rehabilitation and taken a small position with the Ministry, he had made it his mission to push her buttons…and not in a good way.

"You are exasperating…a neanderthal," she finally told him. "Why do you come in here and throw off your shoes like you live here? This is my office!"

"Oh, it is? I hadn't quite noticed," he said sarcastically, fluffing the pillow behind him and lying back down.

"Is there a reason you are here at the ministry and in my office instead of anywhere else?"

"I could ask you the same question, Granger." She just shrugged in response. She didn't have a good reason. Well, not one she wasn't to share with him anyway.

"It's the Christmas holiday. Everyone's last day of work was yesterday. I walked through the entire ministry, and the only other person here besides you is me," he told her.

She just shrugged once more. "Why are you here?" she asked again.

"Why are you here?" he said in response.

"I asked first." She knew she was acting like a child, but she wasn't really in the mood. If she was honest with herself, she just hadn't gotten an invite to the Weasley's Christmas Party. She was a bit heartbroken, but she didn't want to spill her guts about it to Thorfinn Rowle.

"Fine. I am here because I have nowhere else to be. Your turn."

"Same," she said quietly.

"You?" he asked, the exasperation clear in his voice. "You, Hermione Granger, a war hero, has nowhere to go. I have a hard time believing that."

"Well, believe it. After my very public split with Ron, I am no longer welcome in the Weasley household. I would spend it with Harry and Ginny, but that is where they are at as well," she admitted to the blond.

"What about your parents?" he asked her. She gulped. She knew he was going to ask about them.

She wasn't ready to talk about them still, especially to an almost stranger. She just shook her head in response, trying to hold back the tears.

"Well, what do you say we go out? he said sitting up and putting his shoes back on. "You work too much and is almost Christmas. No one deserves to spend it alone."

"Out to a bar? With you? I don't think that is a good idea."

"Well, how about we go back to my place then? We can…I don't know…drink hot chocolate by the fire or…get drunk off of eggnog."

"If you think you think I'm spending Christmas drinking eggnog and shagging you, forget it!"

"I'll change your mind about that real quick, sweetheart," he said, walking towards her. Now he was invading her personal space, and her breath started to come in short spurts. She licked her lips.

"Hold up," she said, holding up her hand, touching his chest. "There needs to be some ground rules, Thorfinn Rowle."

"Ahh, cupcake. You know rules are no fun," Rowle wined. She rolled her eyes, but her smile grew wider. He was quite cute when he was pouting.

"Only one rule, I promise," she said, laughing.

"What is it?"

"We have to wear ugly Christmas jumpers."

"Done," he said, as soon as the words left her mouth. Her jaw dropped in surprise. "Really?" she asked.

He laughed. "You can't get rid of me that easily sweetheart. And now, you need to go home and change. Meet me back here in five, and I'll whisk you away!"

She snorted. "Whisk me away, Rowle? This isn't a fairytale."

"Just go get changed," he said pulling her toward the fireplace.

"But, my work, it's not—" Rowle cut her off with a rough kiss. It was anything but sweet and soft, but instead almost brutal; his lips smashed against hers. She was just starting to enjoy the kiss when he pulled away.

"The work can wait, I promise you. Get changed. And if you aren't back in the next five minutes, I am coming after you," Rowle threatened her, but with a smile on his lips.

"Okay, okay." She held her hands up as if in surrender. "I'll be back in a moment." She stepped into the fireplace and shouted out her destination.

She hurriedly threw off her robes as soon as she stepped into her living room. Rushing to her bedroom, she dug into the deepest, unused part of her closet to find her ugliest Christmas jumper. She laughed as she shrugged it on. Rowle would be horrified to see this on her...it even jingled!

Pulling on some jeans and swiping her lips with some gloss, she was back into the fireplace shouting her destination.

Walking back into her office, Rowle was again laying on the sofa twirling his wand through his fingers.

"I'm ready," she said, almost giddy to see his reaction to her jumper. After all, it had won the ugliest jumper contest in the ministry two years running.

He got up from the couch and took one look at her and laughed... really laughed. It boomed off the walls and shook the windows. Finally, he calmed down enough to spit a few words out.

"That is the ugliest jumper I have ever seen," he said, still gasping for air, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

"I know," she replied. "It won the ugliest jumper at the Ministry Christmas Party for the past two years." To show her point, she swayed her body, showing how it jingled.

"It would be better if it lit up." She smacked him playfully on his arm. He didn't even have an ugly jumper on yet. She doubted he could one up her.

"Where's your jumper? I highly doubt you can beat this," she said, gesturing dramatically to her seater. She once more shook her upper body, making it jingle.

"We'll see," he told her, grabbing her arm once more. They walked over to the fireplace, and he stepped in first, pulling her in after him. They stood there together, but not without difficulty. She was hoping he would call out the destination soon because her body was reacting having him so close.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight. She was grateful. With his size, she would inevitably tumble out before reaching their destination. He shouted out the destination and moments later they were in a simply decorated study. Definitely Rowle's style.

"So did you want that eggnog or hot chocolate," he asked, throwing his shirt off in the corner and summoning his ugly Christmas jumper. She turned toward him and raised her eyebrow.

"I didn't realize there was a choice. Are they spiked?"

"Is the Dark Lord dead?"

At first, her mouth dropped in shock, but then she burst into a fit of giggles. As they say, laughter is contagious, and soon Rowle joined in.

Finally, their laughter subsided, tears still streaming down their cheeks. "I'll take the eggnog," Hermione choked out. "And by the way, that jumper is hideous."

"I told you. I win," he said grinning, handing her a glass of eggnog.

The next few hours they sat talking and laughing like they were old friends. The more Hermione got to know Rowle, the more she liked him and the more she wanted to jump his bones. Though, she supposed that could be the alcohol talking as well.

It was well past midnight when Thorfinn walked into the corner near the Christmas tree and bent over, picking something up from underneath it. He brought it back to the desk and beckoned Hermione over. As she moved closer, he pulled her into his lap immediately latching his lips to hers.

She moaned into his mouth and wriggled on his lap. She whined when he broke the kiss moments later.

He eyed the present sitting on the desk, and that got Hermione wondering. Had he been planning this all along?

"Is that a present for me?" she asked, reaching for the gift. She turned it over in her hands and brought it up to ear shaking it lightly, hoping to figure out what could be inside.

"Only if you want it to be," he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and quickly unwrapped the gift, not caring what it held inside, knowing she was happy, at least for a night, with the big hulking Viking holding her.