Disclaimer: Hey, guys! Just wanted to let ya'll know that I don't own Draco or Hermione or the lyrics to Baby It's Cold Outside. Draco and Hermione belong to the ever so brilliant J.K. Rowling. The lyrics to Baby It's Cold Outside is copyrighted by lyricist Frank Loesser. With all practicality and legality aside, I present to you Baby It's Cold Outside, the last installment of this story until Christmas 2017!

Summary: Hermione needs to go home. Like she really needs to go home. Nothing good can happen at her boyfriend's bachelor pad after eight o'clock. Draco needs her to stay. Like he really needs her to stay. Everything good happens at his flat after eight o'clock. Now, he just has to convince her to stay. Which is easier said then done...

Rated T+ for some sensuality

~Baby It's Cold Outside~

They lay together, sprawled across the expanse of his sleek and luxurious umber colored sofa, their legs becoming intwined under the fleece throw. Her head rested against his broad chest as his hands came to settle on the sides of her hips. He drew lazy patterns on the soft material of her sweater with the tip of his finger. A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two empty wine glasses sat atop the dark mahogany wood of the table in front of the couch. The glowing embers of the fireplace and the golden lights that sparkled on the tree in the corner were the only source of light in the room. With a reserved sigh, Hermione eased herself out of her lover's caressing embrace and languidly approached the large windows that spanned along the front of the room. She needed to return to the Burrow.

He turned his body to face her, a frown marring his pale features as his grey eyes followed every movement of hers as the space between them seemed to grow with every step she took away from him, much to his displeasure. She had a faraway look in her cinnamon eyes, he noticed, as she gazed outside the window, brooding at the unknown world that lay far beyond their perfect illusion. The sun had sank into the horizon hours ago, giving way to the darkness and the stillness of the night. Snow had begun to fall like dazzling ice crystals again and seemed to shimmer in the soft glow of the street lamps in the distance. She was so entranced by his picturesque street and the falling snow that she didn't hear him approach from behind. She started when she felt his hands snake around her waist, though she instinctively leaned back into his touch.

"Stay, Hermione," he commanded softly, his breath hot against her lovely neck, as his lips caressed the delicate shell of her ear and his nose nuzzled against her soft, glossy curls. Draco heard her catch her breath.

"I really can't stay," she whispered as she reached up to stroke the underside of his jaw with her thumb. He caught her hand and pressed a delicate kiss on the side of her thumb.

"But, Baby," he murmured moving his lips to her index finger and sucking gently. "It's," she shuddered as his tongue flicked over the tip of her middle finger. "Cold," he said the word against her finger as if it were a prayer as his lips ghosted over the finger that would one day make her his forever. "Outside," he whispered, placing a final kiss on her pinkie finger. Hermione gently pulled her hand out of his grasp.

"I've got to go away," she protested, making a move to side step him. He of course blocked her movement with his own body.

"Baby, it's cold outside." Well damn it, he was right. And he was so warm... She shook her head, clearing that treacherous thought from her mind.

"This evening has been-" She started. Draco interrupted her.

"I'd been hoping that you'd drop in," he admitted softly, beginning to sway back and forth with her in his arms.

"So very nice," she continued as if he had not interrupted her. He spun her around in his arms so that she was now facing him.

"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice." He murmured as he intwined their fingers together and brushed his lips across the knuckles of her hands. Hermione's eyes flickered to the door.

"Mrs. Weasley will start to worry-"

"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" He asked softly, turning her face gently towards him so that her gaze now rested upon him and not the door. He needed her attention to be focused solely on him. Craved it. Craved her.

"Harry will be pacing the floor-" Well he gave exactly zero shits about The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die.

"But listen to the fireplace roar..." He whispered against the shell of her ear. God, he was so tantalizing. Like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Ironically, Eve had been tempted by a snake... Figures. It would seem that snakes have an irresistible charm.

"So really I'd better scurry-" she insisted, slipping away from his embrace and making for the door. Draco caught her wrist in his hand.

"Beautiful, please don't hurry..." He could see her resolve beginning to crack. She was quite for a moment and he could literally see the gears turning in her head as she fought a battle within.

"Well maybe just a half a drink more," she conceded warily as she hesitantly sat back down on his couch.

"Put some Christmas carols on while I pour," Draco instructed as he grabbed a bottle of Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Rose from behind his bar.

Even as she lounged on his couch, sipping his fine wine, she tried to convince him (and herself) that nothing good would come of the situation if she stayed.

"The neighbors might think-" She began, biting her bottom lip. She did that whenever she was nervous, unsure, or guilty. He suspected that she might be all three. Clearly she would need some persuasion.

"Baby, it's bad out there." Logic first. She moved to sit on his lap and curled against his chest, feeling warm and slightly buzzed.

"Say, what's in this drink?" She murmured contentedly as she was lulled by the steady beat of his heart.

"No cabs to be had out there..." He whispered, as he stroked her hair. More logic. She sighed longingly.

"I wish I knew how-" Draco didn't really care about what she wished she knew at the moment.

"Your eyes are like starlight now," his voice was soft, melodic. Step two: Flattery.

"To break this spell-" Draco was kind of hurt by her words. He would never use any means of magic, coercion, or force to make her stay and love him.

"I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell..." He offered. She eyed him wearily. More flattery.

"I ought to say no, no, no-" she persisted.

"Mind if I move in closer?" His nose delved into the curve of her neck as he inhaled her vanilla and cinnamon scent. She sucked in her breath when she felt his tongue flick over her collarbone as he trailed his teeth across the sensitive skin. Damn. She was losing this battle. Damn him.

"At least I'm gonna say that I tried-" She moaned as she threw back her head, giving him unrestrained access to her neck. He smirked against her exposed skin and could practically taste her sweet surrender.

"What's the sense in hurting my pride?" His voice was husky, low, and unbelievably sexy.

"I really can't stay," she whimpered, weakly fighting against the desire that coiled in her stomach and core. "Baby don't hold out..." Draco whispered, as his hands slipped under her sweater and came in contact with her bear skin. A shiver of pleasure ran through her body at his touch.

"Ah, but it's cold outside." She admitted softly. She was so close to giving in, so close.

"I've got to get home." She whispered firmly, though she made no move to stop him when he began to pull her sweater off her shoulders.

"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there." More logic. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her exposed shoulder.

"Say, lend me your coat," she suggested weakly as he finally succeeded in freeing her delicious body from the constraints of her sweater. He groaned in desire as his eyes became fixated on her chest. Dear God, she was trying to kill him. What little self control he had vanished. The minx was sitting on his lap, wearing a red lace bra. He pounced.

"It's up to your knees out there." His breathing had become shallow. His hands moved down to the swell of her hips as he played with the waistband of her leggings.

"You've really been grand-" Whatever else she was going to say became a gasp as he let out a feral growl, grabbed his wand, and vanished her leggings. Damn. Her panties matched the red lace bra.

"Thrill when you touch my hand..." Desire clouded his voice as she pulled his shirt off his body and trailed her fingers down his bare chest.

"Why don't you see?" She murmured, as her hand trailed lower, lower, lower to rest on his lower abdomen.

"How can you do this thing to me?" Draco gasped, his head thrown back against the top of the couch in ecstasy.

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow," she whispered innocently in his ear as she slowly unzipped his pants. He was so beyond caring what other people talked about.

"Think of my life long sorrow-" his voice cracked when she pressed an open-mouthed kiss on his lower abdomen and her hands began to travel down to his exposed thigh.

"At least there will be plenty implied..." She shifted innocently on his lap, though the devious smirk that played on her lovely lips let him know that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He gritted his teeth together.

"If you caught pneumonia and died." The sentence became a guttural groan that barely left his throat.

"I really can't stay..." She whispered tantalizingly against his lips. Her lips were so damn close but refused to touch his.

"Get over that hold out," he growled as he surged upwards to meet her parted lips. Their tongues fought for dominance.

"Ah, but it's cold outside," Hermione gasped, smiling wickedly as she bit down on his bottom lip.

"Oh, baby, it's cold outside..." He moaned as he flipped her in his arms and laid her on the length of the couch, his body pressed firmly on top of hers.

"Oh, baby, it's cold outside," they both whispered in agreement.

Outside the dark windows, the snow was still softly falling silently. Draco and Hermione didn't give one damn. Harry and Ron nearly passed out when she arrived at the Burrow at noon the next day with a love bite clearly visible on the column of her neck. And for once, Hermione didn't give a damn.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed the last annual installment of Merry Christmas, Beautiful! Please review, follow, or favorite if you enjoyed, as I always love to hear from my readers! And this is where, my dear readers, I bid adieu to you, and you, and you. Until next year!

~Katherine