Hey! Just a little one-shot, Christmas is here! Of course, all belongs to Harry Potter writer – JK Rowling, and as I think most people who read my work are Dramione fans, this first one is definitely Hermione and Draco, but I have a few to finish that are Sirius and Hermione, Remus and Hermione, Severus and Hermione and Harry and Hermione. Only the pretty much non-existent plot belongs to me!
The snow was falling heavily outside, coating the world, or at least Cambridge, in a cold blanket. There were a couple of snowmen knocking about, with pipes and scarves, and inside one of the houses, on the sofa, sat Hermione, watching her toddler son play with the nativity characters.
She had married her husband over two years ago now, and she loved him just as much, if not more, than she had when she said I do. It was Christmas Eve, and the cloudy sky had turned dark, snowflakes the only bright things in eyesight.
Oscar had already been bathed and fed, and was having a final sleepy play before his story and bed. She smiled as her husband, walked in, grinned at her and ran his hand through his platinum blond hair.
She picked her son up, and carried him upstairs, Draco not far behind, and settled him into his bed.
'Let's read a Christmas Story tonight, Draco pass me his book.'
And so for a few minutes they read about Rudolph and his shiny, red nose until their tiny son fell asleep, and dreamt of what he would receive from Santa the next day.
'Let's go to bed,' Draco drawled in her ear.
He put his hand to the small of her back and stroked her until she purred and walked to the bedroom, she snuck into the bathroom, and took off her jeans and jumper, and placed on her Santa's hat.
When she walked back in, she saw him sprawled on their bed, completely naked, and very ready. But he gasped at the sight of his wife in a red thong and bra, and a Santa hat.
'Well Hello Mrs. Claus.'
'Hello,' she mewed, as he gently kissed her pale neck, and slowly pushed his fingers past her panties and into her tight, wet heat.
'You know what I want for Christmas Mrs. Claus?'
'N… noo,' she moaned in response.
'I want you,' he growled, as he pushed her back on the bed, pulled her pants off and pushed into her ruthlessly, he vanished her bra, and lovingly sucked and nibbled her nipples as she bucked as he fucked her.
He spun around, and she was riding him, he had to hold in a laugh as he realized that he was never going to be able to read a Santa story without remembering this.
It took minutes for them to come, colours and patterns in their minds as they lay down panting, and both quickly snuck under the blankets as they heard a little creak at the door.
'Mummy, Daddy?'
'Yes Poppet?'
'I thought I heard this noise, it was like… grunting?'
Draco was hiding a laugh, as Hermione smiled in the dark.
'It was probably Santa Claus! Go to bed quickly, or he won't leave you any presents!'
Their son could have beaten the Olympic record at the speed he ran to his bedroom and climbed into bed.
'We should probably put a silencing charm on the room next time.'