Prompts Day 2:

— "Oh, I've got a fucking gift for you!"

— Ribbons and Bows

—"Is that a Christmas cookie?"

Antonin Dolohov x Hermione Granger

Hermione Granger was thinking about Antonin Dolohov again. After their encounter in the Department of Mysteries five years ago, her thoughts drifted to him at least once a day if not more.

She walked over to the window to reflect on her feelings, watching the blizzard wreck havoc outside. Confiding in someone was out of the question. They would think she was crazy for pining after a man who was twenty years her senior, not to mention an ex-Death Eater. He had scarred her for life during their duel, almost losing her life in the process. One would think that would scare her away. It didn't.

Last year, she had started a rehabilitation program to help Death Eaters instead of allowing them to rot in Azkaban. Sure, she had ulterior motives, but it didn't do the Wizarding World any favors to have bad behaviors go uncorrected. Those who had blood prejudices needed to speak with a mind healer on how and why those prejudices came about. If these behaviors and mindsets went uncorrected, a young wizard could easily force their way back in and become the next Voldemort, recruiting these men for their cause.

Antonin Dolohov was one of the Death Eaters who had agreed to go through the rehabilitation program. They were housed at the center and were allowed visitors. She had visited him and the others almost every day, seeing her plan in action. Getting to know the wizard, she was intrigued by his mind more than anything else.

He was released yesterday, just in time for the Christmas holiday. She was hoping that he would come to her, but it had been nearly 24 hours, and she hadn't seen him. Hermione Granger didn't usually pout, but in this case, she was.

Just as she was about to call it a night, she thought she saw a figure out in the snow. Shaking her head and looking again, the figure was gone. Assuming she was just exhausted and hallucinating, she made for the stairs to retire. Before she could walk up, she heard a knock on her door. She frowned. It was late, and she lived in a muggle neighborhood. Thinking it could be a distressed neighbor, she opened the door, her wand hidden behind her back.

In front of her stood a disheveled dark-haired man, leaning against the door jamb. He looked like hell. His wand was at his side, but it seemed he hadn't lifted a finger to dry himself from the wet snow.

"Antonin, what is the matter?" she questioned him, ushering him into her home. He just shook his head and didn't answer. She waved her wand, drying his clothes and helped him shrug out of his jacket. After leading him to the chairs next to the fireplace, she hurried into the kitchen returning moments later with tea and small sandwiches.

As soon as she set down the tray, Antonin's hand darted out, wasting no time and grabbed a sandwich. She had so many questions but now was not the time. She might as well let him eat and rest before delving into the questioning.

Hermione made a trip back out to the kitchen to grab the cookies she had made for the Weasley Christmas party the next day. She knew Antonin liked sweets and at this moment, he needed them more than the Weasley family.

She set the plate of cookies down and took a seat in the chair across from his.

He paused with a sandwich halfway to his mouth. "Is that a Christmas cookie?" She nodded and smiled in response. He immediately dropped his sandwich and grabbed the cookie. He groaned as he bit into the cookie and Hermione grinned at the compliment. Damn, she made a good cookie.

They sat in silence as the wizard finished his meal. He ate as though he was starving which confused Hermione. He had been fed well while in rehabilitation, and now, just a day later, he seemed to be extremely hungry.

"Antonin, what is going on? Why were you outside walking around in this blizzard?" she asked him.

"I was looking for you," he said simply. Hermione's mouth formed into an 'o' and she let out a small gasp. "I knew you lived in this neighborhood and after Potter wouldn't help me, I went off on my own. I didn't know the address so I couldn't floo or apparate, so I went the muggle way. The storm blew in just as I arrived in this area and my magic seems to be blocked here."

Hermione nodded her head. "This is a muggle neighborhood, and for extra protection for them and me, magic isn't allowed in the general vicinity until you cross into my wards at the front door. How did you know this was my house?"

"To be honest, I didn't. It was the only house with lights on still, so I took a chance. I didn't know it would be you. I just thought whoever lived here might be able to help me. I just got lucky," he admitted, shrugging.

"Why were you looking for me?" she said, her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. She wanted him to be hers, but did he come looking for her because he felt the same? She could only hope and waited with baited breath for his response.

He reached his hand and pulled her up out of her chair, into his lap. Her breathing ragged, she gulped for air. He was so unpredictable Hermione didn't know what to expect.

"I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, moy malen'kiy lev," he whispered in her ear, pulling her earlobe in between his teeth.

She gasped. "Do you have a gift for me?" she said in a voice she hoped was seductive, grinding her hips into his.

"Oh, I've got a fucking gift for you," he responded, tilting his hips upward so she could feel his gift. Hermione laughed at the innuendo. She was going to get a gift in the form of a good fucking...her favorite.

She got up off his lap and sauntered over to the stairs. "Witch, where are you going?"

"Well, if I am to receive a gift, I might as well give you one in return. You sit down; I'll be right back," Hermione said, turning her back on the Russian wizard.

Moments later, she was walking back down the stairs trying to stay as silent as possible. She wanted her gift to be a total surprise.

She ran into the living room on her tiptoes and stopped when she reached the back of his chair. "Well, what do you think?" she said, placing her hands on her hips.

Hermione laughed when he turned around, and his jaw dropped. In lieu of lingerie, she decided to wrap herself in ribbons and bows.

"Oh, moy malen'kiy lev," he said, pulling her to him and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "You are the best gift."