Summary: Eve always managed to look out for herself.
Disclaimer: Buffy-verse belongs to Joss Whedon, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just borrowing some of their characters for some holiday cheer.
Notes: Originally written for the 2004 Twisting the Hellmouth Fic For All challenge, #64 Eve/Draco Malfoy. AtS post-Season Five, Draco is 24.
Silent Night
You can't appreciate a warm body until wintertime. Despite the snowflakes cascading past the window opposite the bed, Eve could only focus on the roar of the fireplace and the heat radiating from the body snaked around her own. Not only was this man a shield from the cold and cruel reality of life, he made her feel content. Wolfram and Hart had given her life a purpose, Lindsey had made her feel safe, but this man made her happier than she'd ever been. He was handsome, devoted, and most importantly wealthy enough that she could do whatever she pleased.
Feeling his lips brush across her cheek, Eve wondered what she had done to deserve the good fortune of becoming Mrs. Draco Malfoy.
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