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Chapter 25

December 25, 1998

Hermione gave a deep sigh of contentment. Draco's arms were warm around her, holding her possessively close to his chest. Her mind drifted to the events over the past few days, the days since they had arrived at the Burrow.

*Flashback*

Hermione could see her eyes, the manic gleam that gave everyone the impression that she was crazy. The woman's cackle echoed through the room as she sat on Hermione's chest so she could carve the slur into her arm with ease. Bellatrix was enumerating the reasons why Hermione and "her kind" were lower than the dirt on her shoes, why they deserved to be exterminated. Blood was pooling under her arm, spreading to her shoulder, when the dark woman rose again and turned her wand on the Gryffindor.

The pain was white-hot; it felt like like a branding iron was being pressed over the entirety of her body. There was nothing on Hermione's mind but the pain. Belltrix was holding the curse longer than she had so far. Hermione knew she was nearing losing her mind when the pain seemed to fade away and a low hum began to vibrate through her mind. There was no lying; the Gryffindor prayed that Bellatrix would hold the curse just awhile longer to make sure that the pain would no longer mean anything. That she would be completely numb and never have to worry about the cruciatus again.

However, the hum came to an abrupt stop and the pain exploded inside her, like a nuclear bomb, and Hermione couldn't help but to scream. The laughter of everyone in the room rang in her ears as the tears began to slide down her cheeks.

Abruptly, there was shaking at her shoulder, but compared to the pain, it was as easy to ignore as a fly. However, when she heard a voice, a familiar voice that made her want to cry out in relief, Hermione opened her eyes and found Draco and Ginny both standing over her, concerned looks on their faces. Hermione couldn't control it. She burst into tears.

Draco sat down on her bed and pulled her into his arms, pillowing her head on his chest while she sobbed. Hermione couldn't help but feel as though this scene was reminiscent of the first two times he had discovered her in the middle of a nightmare. Ginny stepped out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a glass of water. When she handed the glass to her friend, Hermione drank deeply. Ginny gave Draco a pointed look.

"Stay in here with her. If Mum finds out, I'll back you up, tell her I told you to." Draco nodded her way as Ginny climbed back into bed. Hermione saw Draco wave his wand, obviously putting up a silencing charm and a privacy charm. When he was done, he shifted himself closer to the wall and laid down, pulling Hermione down onto his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere, Angel. Voldemort himself couldn't keep me away." Hermione sniffled into his chest and felt herself relax. Only minutes went by before the warmth and safety of his arms put her back to sleep.

*End Flashback*

Molly Weasley had indeed found them the next morning when she came to wake Ginny to help with breakfast. Her hands had went to her hips and her voice had become shrill when she had begun to yell.

After yelling for a few minutes and making Hermione feel like she was the smallest person on Earth, Ginny broke in and explained. Molly Weasley had visibly shrank and a look of compassion had crossed her face. She had given Draco permission to sleep with Hermione, in whichever room they preferred, as long as there was no personal relations going on. Hermione knew that she had blushed at the older woman's words, but Draco had flashed her a smile and genuinely thanked her.

That following night, Charlie, George, and Percy had spotted the pair going into Theo and Draco's room together after they had announced they were going to bed. Charlie had given the pair a salacious wink, George gave them a small wave, and Percy began yelling about Draco defiling Hermione at what seemed to be the top of his voice.

*Flashback*

"Merlin, Malfoy, I had decided to actually give you a chance when it came to this veela business. I know you marked her but you should have enough respect for her to not continue on with your physical relationship until you're married. Then I see you sneaking her into your room like she's a Knockturn Alley slag. She deserves better than that, Malfoy." Hermione had been stunned into silence at Percy's words and she was having a hard time wrapping her head around his reaction.

His shout had attracted everyone in the house, causing them all to gather round in curiousity. Bill and Fleur had their cloaks on as they were getting ready to depart and Andie had a clean nappy in her hand as though she was getting Teddy ready for bed. At the sudden audience, Hermione felt her cheeks redden but kept her head held high despite the sneers Ron was sending her way. When she spoke, her voice only cracked once, for which she was grateful.

"Percy, as much as I appreciate you looking out for my honor, its not needed. I'm an adult and can take care of myself. Even if my decisions become bad ones, that's the only way I'll learn. However, I don't think for one second that this is a bad decision." George gave her another small smile.

"As long as you're happy and enjoying life, 'Mi, i don't care what you do. Make every minute count." Hermione couldn't keep the smile off her face as she thanked him. Before she could speak again, Molly broke in.

"I gave them permission to sleep together. She needs him and he needs to be there for her." Hermione saw understanding flash across Bill and Fleur's faces as Ron opened his mouth to speak.

"Yeah, she just needs to be a slag and he needs to help her out with that." Hermione felt tears of embarrassment prick her eyes as Draco stepped forward. Before he could open his mouth and start an epic argument, Hermione strode forward and poked the redhead in the chest.

"It has nothing to do with me being a slag. I have nightmares of that evil bitch and I don't sleep. You know that. He doesn't tell me to just over it like you did. Draco actually cares." Before Ron could say anything in retaliation, Charlie spoke.

"We understand, Hermione. We all have our demons. Just make sure that if it goes further than comfort to just be careful. I know you want to further your education and that would be made quite difficult with a baby." Draco let out a growl at Charlie's hand dropping to her shoulder. With caution, Charlie shot him an apologetic look as he pulled his hand away. However, Hermione hardly noticed because she knew she had to come clean with her last secret from the majority of the Weasleys. She felt Draco pulls her into his side and begin to massage the muscles of her neck. Harry and Ginny stood to the side with expectant looks on their faces. Straightening her shoulders, she met the eyes of her adopted family.

"I did protect myself. However, the potion didn't work. I'm pregnant and due the beginning of August." The room went silent; all that could be heard was the breathing of her family. Hermione could only pray that someone would break the silence soon. To her surprise, it was Fleur that rushed forward and pulled the young Gryffindor into her arms, followed by Bill. When Bill pulled away, Hermione could see the looks of shock on Ron, Percy, and Charlie's faces. Before she could speak, Fleur began to explain.

"I suspected as much. Most potions and charms are ineffective against veela. Since Draco didn't know of his heritage, there is no way he would have had the special potion formula that is specific to veela. All we can do now is simply be happy for the blessing you'll receive in August." Molly and Ginny had grins on their faces at the veela's words, but Charlie and Ron looked angry. Charlie spoke first, beating Ron by mere seconds.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Hermione. If you mess up now, it isn't just you that will suffer. That baby changes everything." Hermione could tell that Draco was about to speak but Ron broke in first.

"I can't believe you, Hermione! He's a filthy Death Eater and he's going to turn your kid into an evil little shit that's going to grow up hating muggles and muggleborns just like you." Hermione was speechless but Harry was far from it.

"You have no right to say that, Ron, you don't even know Draco. He's not the same evil little git he was in third year. Circumstances led him to the life he had and he made the best of it. You don't get the right to judge him for that, not unless you want us to judge you for being a prejudiced git as well. Until you know him, i don't want to hear another assassination of his character from you." At these words, Ron shot them all a glare and stalked off towards his room.

The group as a whole didn't have much else to say, those that had known of the pregnancy expecting a lot worse reaction. Those who had just discovered her pregnancy kept their opinions to themselves and gave the couple small smiles before making their way to their rooms. When it was just Hermione and her veela, she wrapped his hand in hers and pulled him into his room so they could go to sleep.

*End Flashback*

Nobody had brought Hermione's pregnancy up since that night except for Fleur, who was determined to give Hermione every bit of information that she could when it came to carrying a veela. While all the information overwhelmed her, Hermione couldn't be anything but grateful for the easy acceptance and willingness to help.

Draco stirred behind her, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck before he spoke.

"Happy Christmas, Mia." She rolled in his arms and kissed his neck.

"Same to you, Mr. Malfoy. Let's get up and see who's awake. We get to open presents and have Christmas brunch." Draco groaned a little on the inside at having to relinquish his hold on his mate but gave her a smile and nodded.

"Alright then, up we get. Fully dressed or pajamas and robes?" Hermione couldn't hold in the giggle.

"Well, we usually do pajamas and robes but I can't see you wearing that in front of company. We can get dressed fully if you'll feel better." Draco gave her a grateful smile.

"Yes, please. Not many people could handle Draco Malfoy at the height of his sexiness; hair tousled, pants low on my hips, and muscles -" Draco was cut off when Hermione threw a pillow at his face.

"You are so egotistical! I don't know how you carry that head of yours around on your shoulders, its so big. Any second I'm sure you're going to tip over." The veela started laughing before he threw the pillow back at his mate.

"It's only egotistical if it's not true." The two began a pillow fight that lasted for a few minutes and ended when Draco sent a pillow soaring towards Hermione but she ducked, causing the pillow to hit Theo in the face. The pair made a quick departure when Theo let loose a string of profanities and threats of a painful demise.

The pair was met on the stairs by George and Percy, who both wished them a happy Christmas. George gave Hermione a quick hug and she was surprised when Draco made no overt signs of displeasure as he did when Charlie or Percy touched her. Making their way down the stairs, she couldn't help but ask.

"Dray, why don't you get all veela on George when he touches me? You do when it's Percy or Charlie." Draco huffed at her question, but answered anyways.

"I can smell the fact that you arouse Charlie and Percy. I get nothing like that from George, I can tell he thinks of you as a sister. Just like Harry and Theo do." She didn't say anything but wrapped her arm through his and led him towards the kitchen.

When the pair entered, they were met by constructed chaos. Everyone that was present had a job, but were all trying to talk over each other in order to be heard. Ginny was cutting meat for cold cuts, Harry was gathering scraps for the bucket to go to the chickens, Fleur was checking on a cake that was in the oven, Bill was stuffing a turkey that would soon take its turn to go in the oven, Percy was gathering ingredients for the strawberry tart that still needed made, Ron was gathering cutlery for the table, Andie was washing dishes, and Charlie was singing Christmas songs at the top of his voice while he helped Arthur enlarge the table and conjure chairs. The scene was domestic, crazy, loud, and reminded Hermione that she was far from alone.

Running forward, Hermione snatched Teddy as he crawled towards the oven, softly chastising him for almost getting burnt. While there was little more room in the kitchen for anyone. else, Hermione and Draco took the baby and headed for the living room, intent on keeping the young boy entertained.

Teddy seemed completely happy with this arrangement and squealed in delight as Hermione threw him in the air. The Gryffindor played with the young boy this way for quite some time before Andromeda came in to check on them, taking the boy with her so she could change his nappy. When they were alone again, Draco leaned down and murmured in his mate's ear.

"You're going to be a great mother, Mia. I'm so happy you love children." Hermione felt a blush spread across her cheeks at his words.

"I think it's a little different when they're your own. I was meaning to ask you...I know you want a girl but are you wanting to follow your family tradition of astrological names? If so, I want to start researching." Draco gave her a thoughtful look.

"Actually, I think I do. Provided that you can find one that you like. If not, we'll go with something else and start our own tradition." Hermione gave a giggle and kissed his cheek quickly.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find at least one that I like. Have no fear." Draco bent to nibble her ear as everyone started to trickle in, grins on their faces. Hermione grinned at him with childish glee and leaned back into him, ready for presents to start.

-O-

Draco knew that Hermione was excited for presents. Her reactions reminded him of a gleeful child whenever presents were mentioned. He knew that she had spent a fortune on gifts for everyone, had carefully selected each person's gift with care.

The shopping trip the day before had taken the girls all day. Hermione, Ginny, Molly, Andromeda, and Fleur had all left after breakfast and hadn't returned til long after dinner. Harry had excitedly assumed responsibility for Teddy and Arthur promised to keep everyone in line, leaving the females to leisurely finish up their shopping.

Draco had completed his shopping long before they had even left Hogwarts. He hadn't put too much thought into the gifts he bought everyone for the simple fact that he barely knew them. The gifts he had chosen were thoughtful, however, but in a general kind of way.

When the women had returned home, Hermione and Ginny had been carting garment bags and Draco could only assume that they were the dresses for the Ball. Hermione had confirmed his suspicions, but not without a threat to his life and manhood if he even thought about peeking at the dress. Draco, on the other hand, hadn't shopped for his robes at all. He had simply sent Apollo to Twifitt and Tattings with his measurements, his color of choice, and the material he wanted. Three days later, he received them via owl and his vault had been charged. Draco knew for a fact that Theo had done the same thing.

Draco didn't expect much in the way of gifts since he barely knew the people that he was visiting. He knew that Hermione had gotten him a gift, as had Harry, Ginny, and Theo. He had received gifts by owl from Blaise, Neville, Luna, Grace, and Leslie last evening and their group had decided to wait til this morning to open them. Draco had also mailed off his and Hermione's gifts to their friends the day before and expected they would be opening them this morning as well.

Ginny stepped forward to pass out the gifts, a tradition that Hermione had told him had been occurring since the girl could read. The pile of presents was massive and it took the redhead a good half hour to get them all passed out. Once that was accomplished, everyone decided to watch Teddy open (or attempt to) his gifts. Hermione and Ginny finally had to step in and help him when he started getting sidetracked with the wrapping paper.

His young cousin had received a wide array of gifts. Molly had knitted him a little jumper with his name on it and bought him a charmed rattle that would turn into different animals depending on his mood. George had gifted the young boy a fake wand and some plushy toys he had found on Diagon Alley. Theo had gotten him a set of books detailing animals, potions, and charms, all for a young child. Hermione had squealed at that, excited for him to start his education. Bill and Fleur bought him his first quidditch set, Harry and Ginny a decorative border of snitches for his room. Draco himself had bought the boy his first toy broom, and Hermione a wooden Hogwarts Express that she charmed to change colors. Everyone exclaimed over the boy's gifts and Andromeda thanked everyone profusely for them.

After Teddy's mess was cleaned up and he was distracted with one of his many toys, the adults all dug into their gifts. Draco had received far more than he had expected and he was suddenly glad that he had bought for everyone.

The veela raced through his gifts with an excitement that he hadn't felt since he was a young child. From Harry and Ginny, he received a boxful of quidditch attire, all professional looking, but with his name and house colors on them. Theo gave him a book, of course. Draco was even sure that Hermione would have it stolen and read by the time he got around to it. Arthur and Molly had made him his own jumper, his name in elegant script across the breast of the shirt, and a boxful of mince pies. George gave him a boxful of his infamous fireworks and Draco couldn't wait to set them off.

Charlie had given him a magical shave set, Percy a book titled How to Make Your Way in Today's Ministry, and Bill and Fleur a book as well. Their book, however, looked extremely old and the writing was faded. As he made a mental note to ask about it later, Draco moved onto the gift from his mate. He had saved it for last. knowing it would mean the most.

Instead of ripping through the paper, this time, he took his time and carefully ripped through all the tape she had used. When he finally revealed a little box, he gave her an excited glance. She was watching him with rapt attention and urged him to open it further. Carefully, he opened the box to reveal a pocketwatch with th most intricate detail he had ever seen.

It was goblin-made, of that he was sure, and half the size of his palm. On the cover, there was a lion and a snake frolicking together. If this had been explained to him beforehand, he would have thought it would make a gaudy picture, completely unrealistic. However, this scene on the metal was perfect. The lion would rest and the snake would slither on top of it, flicking its tongue out to the lions ear. After a time, the lion would stand and would play pounce on the snake. When he opened the watch, Draco found an inscription.

"No matter what life throws at us, we'll take it on together. I love you.

Always, Mia"

Draco couldn't keep his reaction to himself. He leaned over and hauled his mate into his arms to press kisses to her neck.

"Thank you, Sweets. I love it. I'll carry it always." Hermione gave him a pleased smile.

"I'm glad you like it. Just remember that inscription no matter what." Draco nuzzled her neck at his words and gave her mark a small lick. He backed off after a small gasp escaped her lips, not wanting to start something in front of everyone that they couldn't finish. Still seated in his lap, she pulled her gift from him into her lap.

His mate began to slowly unwrap her gift, in much the same way that she had savored the others. The Head Girl had already deduced that it was a book, but Draco hoped she would be utterly delighted at which one. When she discovered the title to the book in question, she let out a girlish squeal and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him along his jaw in excitement. Ron shot him a dirty look, but George merely grinned.

"Let me guess, Draco, you bought her a book?" Draco laughed at George's assessment, but didn't get to respond because Hermione turned to face the twin.

"He bought me a first edition of Hogwarts, A History. Isn't he the greatest?" George raised his eyebrow and then laughed.

"'Mi, sometimes I forget how much of a nerd you are, and then you have to go off like this and remind me." The whole room laughed as Hermione openly pouted at his words.

"Oh, stuff it George! We all just know you're jealous of my wonderful book and want it for yourself." George pouted openly as well when the room burst into laughter at him.

After all the thank-yous were meted out and the mess cleaned up, it was a mad dash to get all the gifts put away. Draco moved slower than the others, wanting to take his time to thank everyone personally. When he found his way to Bill and Fleur, he shook Bill's hand and pulled Fleur in for a quick hug. With an impish smile, she questioned him

"Do you know what the book I gave you is?" Draco shook his head.

"I was going to ask you when I got a second. I saw that it was old. Care to explain?" Fleur smiled brightly at him.

"That right there is a family heirloom. You may copy it, but I would like it returned. It is my great-great-grandfather's journal. He was the last known veela to have the same powers as you, being able to inflict pain, wings, fireballs, and the like. He had only daughters, which is how the trait was passed to myself, but it is a detailed record of what it's like to be a male veela. Hopefully, you will learn much from his writing." Draco was astounded she would part with a piece of her past such as this.

"I'll copy it and return it as quickly as I can. Did you know anything about my parents?" Fleur nodded her head a little bit.

"Only what I know from the veela records. Your father's blood was strong. He had wings but never showed proof of any other powers. Your mother was also strong, for a female. She could make the full transformation and spit fire, which is impressive for a veela that isn't full-blooded. As for why they never told you? Ending up with the gene isn't guaranteed if you're parents are less that three-quarters. Your father was fine by your mother was only half. I can only assume they were expecting you to be passed. As for your children, I can only assume you'll pass on the gene since you have such strong traits. Not a guarantee though." Draco considered her words for a few moments before speaking.

"I'm really not sure why they never told me. Guess I'll never know. I want to thank you most sincerely for this." Fleur patted him on the shoulder with a grin.

"It's no problem. Just remember to send it back and I'll be happy." After giving his promise, Draco made his way up the stairs to deliver his gifts to his trunk. In the hallway, he met the younger generation who were caught up discussing the possibility of a snowball fight. Draco was instantly interested, excited to see how his newfound veela strength would do against others.

Draco had to chuckle to himself as Harry and Theo wheedled his mate into playing. She bitched and complained the whole time she was getting ready, layering her clothes and casting warming charms on her outer layers. Her dialogue had diminished to a disgruntled mumble as they made their way down the stairs and out onto the porch.

Since Bill and Fleur had opted not to play, Charlie assumed charge and began to split them into teams. Draco was paired with Hermione, Percy, and Ginny. Charlie's team consisted of himself, Ron, Harry, and George. They decided to move to the woods off to the side of the orchard so the teams could use tactics and have trees for cover.

Draco was excellent at strategy, as was Percy, but the two were able to corroborate and come up with a plan of attack. They had deemed the use of magic allowed so it was really any man's game. It was a capture the flag sort of scenario and Draco and Percy both decided that Hermione would be the best one to guard the "flag", merely a transfigured stick. Percy would play the brave fool, rushing out to get their attention and keep them distracted. Meanwhile, Ginny and Draco would disillusion themselves, attack when needed, and attempt to capture their flag.

The game began quietly, the only show that it had started was the blue sparks shot in the air by Charlie. Draco and Ginny tapped their heads with their wands, disillusioned now, and began to make their way towards the other end of the forest. He could hear Percy blundering through the forest behind them, loud enough to make his position well-known to even those hard of hearing.

The pair sneaked amongst the trees, noting happily that they hadn't seen anyone yet. However, just as their flag came into view, Ron stepped not five feet in front of them. Ever the brash Gryffindor, Ginny couldn't resist the urge to quickly pelt her brother with a barrage of hard-packed snowballs.

In retaliation, Ron began sending his own snowballs their way and was cursing because he couldn't make out where they were. However, one of the stray balls hit Draco in the chest, causing a welt to appear almost instantly. Draco could only assume that he had made his snowballs around rocks. Now that he knew where Draco was, the wall of snowballs doubled, Draco finally fighting back with his own. He urged Ginny onward so she could still capture the flag.

Draco never saw anyone else through the entirety of the game. He and Ron battled it out for a good ten minutes before Ginny sent up green sparks signaling she had the flag. Draco let out a full laugh and rushed Ginny's way to lift her up on his shoulders. Charlie stuck his tongue out at them and Ron glared, but Draco and Ginny continued to cheer.

By the time Draco and Ginny made it to where Percy was, Draco could feel something off about his mate. Her head felt muzzy. Setting Ginny down, he began to sprint towards their flag. The feeling didn't feel urgent but it wasn't pleasant.

When he made his way into the circle where their flag was staked, he saw Hermione on the ground next to a tree, her hand held to her cheek, eyes dry. Harry was crouched down next to her, hand on his shoulder and tipping her chin up with the other. Draco made his way to her quickly, dropping to his knees in front of her. Harry spoke before Hermione could.

"I was going for the flag and she was defending it pretty good. I threw a snowball at her, helped a little by magic, and it knocked her off balance. She fell into the tree and bumped her head and scraped her face. She says she's fine but she seems a little woozy." Draco put his hand to her cheek and tilted her head so he could inspect it closer.

"Love, its just not your day. Let's heal your face." Draco pulled his wand and whispered an incantation, erasing the scrape on his mate's cheek. The Slytherin took pleasure in the fact that his mate met his eyes and didn't flinch a bit when he put his wand to her. Especially with Weasel watching. He pulled her up to her feet and tucked her into his side so she wouldn't lose her balance. She laid a hand on his chest as the Weasleys looked on.

"Did we win or did I just distract you from winning by falling over?" Ginny answered before anyone else, explaining in epic detail the beginning with Ron and then her battle with Charlie at the flag. Hermione was chuckling by the end of it, letting herself be led into the house.

Once the group had made it into the house, Ginny and Harry began regaling those who stayed inside with the story of their capture the flag game. Bill laughed at Ginny's retelling of her battle with Charlie, and he turned to begin making fun of his brother for losing to their baby sister.

Draco steered Hermione to the table and made her take a seat by Fleur, who instantly started chatting about the baby with her. He heard Fleur asking what sex they were hoping for and if they had thought about names. Draco settled in next to Molly to help cut up potatoes, something he had never done before. Eventually, Harry began laughing at him before he moved to help him with the remainder.

After another hour, dinner was served and the whole family sat down to an enlarged table. Draco had never been at a table that was as rowdy as the one he accompanied now. Everyone was talking at once, several conversations going on at once, everyone jumping from one to another. George started out with the bowl of rolls and refused to pass them. When Ron began complaining, George threw him one, hitting him right in the forehead. The table burst into laughter so George began throwing them to everyone.

If Draco had ever even thought of throwing food at the table, his father would have crucioed him on the spot. Even though Molly Weasley was yelling at her children while all the tomfoolery was occuring, she was chuckling under her breath and could barely hide her smile. At the end of the meal, everyone worked to clean up the mess.

Once the dishes were set to wash and the floor had been swept, everyone began to drudge their way upstairs. Hermione followed her veela into the room he shared with Theo and gathered her pajamas to change into in th e bathroom. When she returned, Draco lifted the blankets for her so she could crawl in. He swept his wand around the bed, casting privacy and silencing charms. When he was sure that Theo could no longer see or hear them, Draco rolled slightly and pressed his lips to Hermione's mark, tongue flicking out to tease the tender skin.

Her back arched into him, pressing her delicious breasts into his side. As she began to writhe against him, Draco reached down and toyed with her nipples through her shirt. When he gave her neck a savage nip, her orgasm tore through her. Her body quivered as she came down from her high.

After her breath returned to normal, Hermione gave him a devilish smile and slid her hands into the waistband of his pajama pants. Pushing them down quickly, Draco felt his thick length spring free, already hard from the sounds of her moans. Before he realized what was happening, his mate had her mouth on him, bobbing up and down, sucking at his erection. Her hands traveled lower to cup his balls and he felt them tighten in her hand.

When Draco felt the back of her throat on his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He could fuck her into the mattress for hours, but when she put her hot, little mouth on him, its like he was fourteen years old again. Her tongue trailed up and down the underside of his length, driving him closer to the edge.

Draco finally exploded in her mouth when he reached down, twisted his hands in her curls, and gave a single deep plunge into her mouth. There was no holding back the groans of pleasure as he emptied himself into her warm mouth. As she swallowed down his seed, Hermione pulled off his cock and wiped her mouth.

Draco recovered quickly from her phenomenal blowjob and then pulled her back into his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder. They wouldn't disrespect Molly by having sex under her roof, but this was the next best thing. No words were spoken between the two of them, just comfortable silence. Draco knew exactly when she fell to sleep, her breathing becoming deep and even.

Draco carded his fingers through her hair a couple times before he rested his cheek against her forehead and surrendered to his dreams, the last thought passing through his mind being that this had been the best Chriistmas for as long as he could remember.

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