Chap. 49 Christmas

'Me?' Draco asked, 'And why would you think that having me here would benefit you with Potter? Potter and I are enemies. He probably knows I have become a death eater.'

'You will be here with Ginny, pretending that you heard from your father that we were keeping her here. Pretend you are trying to help Ginny. He'll be so consumed with emotion for her that he'll take whatever ally he can. He'll trust you for a minute or two as you both try to "rescue" the girl. Then when he least expects it, turn on him. Capture him, and bring him to me. You'll be in the highest regards with me.'

Oh, yeah, cause that's my life goal. To be hated by my love for capturing her best friends and to have ups with the Dark Lord.

'Yes, my Lord.' Draco replied. How the fuck am I going to get out of this?

'I am relieved you have accepted this quest…well, you would have taken it even you didn't want to, but at least you didn't argue.'

'Why would I?'

'Your father seemed to think you might be hesitant to do something to this extreme so quickly into your life as a death eater, but your father is weak. He doesn't know how persuasive I can be. Now I do not want you messing this up, young Malfoy, do you have any inquiries?'

'Yes. Is it going to fucking feel like my arm is being torn out every time you call me?'

Voldemort laughed hoarsely.

'No. You soon will not even notice it.'

'How fucking soon? Because it's a very uncomfortable feeling.'

Suddenly Draco felt pain surging through his body. He fell to his knees.

'Uncomfortable, was it?' Voldemort asked, nonchalantly watching Draco suffer.

Draco looked up and saw Voldemort's dark eyes glaring at him intensely. He knew he was cursing him.

'I hope this is too "uncomfortable" for you young Malfoy.' Voldemort said to him, chuckling softly.

The rest of the death eaters laughed too.

Draco then felt himself being thrown backwards.

He felt the curse lift off of him.

'Get out of my sight.' Voldemort snapped. 'I'll call you, painfully, when we need you for Harry Potter.'

Draco stood up and apparated away.

Draco opened his eyes and saw his bedroom. He fell onto his bed and clutched his arm. He then looked down at his hand and saw it was bloody. He looked at his mark and saw it was bleeding. The curse Voldemort put on him must have reopened his scar.

Draco got up and walked to his bathroom and wrapped his arm up with bandages.

'What am I going to do about this plan?' Draco asked himself.

He hated Potter and the whole Weasley family. But then he remembered Potter knows about him and Hermione, and he's okay with it. And he remembered that mini-Weasley hates Ron, just like himself, and thinks he's attractive, just like he thinks about himself.

'Hermione's friends are as bad…'

Then Draco shook his head furiously.

'What am I saying? Potter isn't that bad? I've dedicated my whole school year to loathing him!' And Hermione, but looked what happened there.

He couldn't kill Hermione's best friends. He had to think of something. Draco knew that if Voldemort would have called him while he and Hermione were broken up, he would have gone and lured Potter in just out of spite. He knew he would have tricked him, because Hermione hurt him and he would have wanted to hurt her back…but Draco hated that jealous, cruel side of himself. He had to redeem all those years of harassment to Hermione. He could not go and capture Potter for Voldemort. He thought of a plan.

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Hermione woke up Christmas morning happily. She anticipated this day for some time now, she knew she was going to see Draco.

Hermione threw her hair up in a messy bun and grabbed her pink, fluffy robe and ran downstairs.

'Good morning, Hermione!' Her mother and father cried when Hermione flew into the living room.

'Good morning, Happy Christmas!' She kissed both of them on the cheek.

'Happy Christmas.' They both replied.

'Well, well, aren't you a happy little sprite.' Krista said coming as she walked into the room.

'Well, it's Christmas! The best holiday of the year!' Hermione said happily.

Then Bradin walked into the room.

'Merry Christmas family.' He said.

Hermione and her parents looked at him curiously.

'Merry Christmas? That's an odd way of putting it!' Richard said.

'That's what they say in America.' Krista explained.

'Oh.'

The family had breakfast and then opened presents. After they were done, Hermione went upstairs to put on one of her new outfits.

She first took a shower and then straightened her hair magically. She threw on some soft makeup and put on her new cream fleece sweater and brown corduroys.

Hermione skipped downstairs to her family.

'You are very, unusually happy.' Bradin said.

'Draco's visiting today.' She said in a whisper.

Bradin nodded, understanding her excitement. Then the doorbell rang. She squealed.

'Well, go open the door. Don't let your lover stand out in the cold for too long.'

Hermione glided over to the door and opened it quickly.

'Dra—…oh. Hey Jess.'

Jess stood in front of her, with a small wrapped present.

'Again with the excitement-downer. Last time, you wished me to be Draco…I take it you two made up.'

'Yes, we did.' She replied. Then with a hint of hesitancy she asked, 'Do you want to come inside?'

'Sure, for a little bit, thanks.'

She stepped aside and allowed him in.

They walked into the living room, only Bradin was left in there.

'Ahh, hey, Jess. Merry Christmas.' Bradin said.

'Uhh, Merry Christmas to you to?'

'They say "merry" instead of "happy" in America.' Hermione explained. 'Bradin's turned American.'

'Oh. That's unfortunate.' Jess joked.

'Hey, Americans aren't that bad.' Bradin said, 'I live with them.'

Jess shrugged.

'Well, I'm just going to go…downstairs.' Bradin said awkwardly, leaving the room.

Hermione looked at Jess.

'I'm sorry about what happened.' He said. 'We're just friends, best friends, so I just assumed best friends are always supposed to end up realizing they have more together. I don't know why I assumed. I'm sorry I kissed you, I should have realized it would have tainted your relationship with Draco. I am just glad you and him are back together. I just wanted to tell you that.'

Hermione smiled.

'We were best friends, still are. So, you don't feel anything more for me anymore? We can go back to the way it was?' Hermione asked.

'Yes. No harm no foul. Just friends.' He smiled, handing her the present. 'This is for you, a friendly gesture if you will.'

'You didn't have to,' She smiled, 'but thanks.'

She opened it. It was a picture of her, Draco, Jess, Serene and Jennie skating at the ice rink in a silver frame.

'Just to remember good times before I screwed everything up.' Jess said grinning.

'Thanks.' She said.

'I better go. I have more friends to visit all before family dinner.'

She gave him a hugged and then walked him to the door.

'Tell Serene and Jen 'Happy Christmas' from me if you see them.'

'I will. Good bye, and happy Christmas.'

'Happy Christmas to you too. Thanks Jess, bye.' Hermione said, shutting the door.

She took the frame and ran upstairs. She put the frame on her dresser and smiled. She liked having Jesse back as her friend. (A/N: His name is Jesse, but people call him Jess for short.) She was about to go downstairs, when she heard pop behind her. She turned around and saw Draco standing there.

'Happy Christmas, love.' He said with a smile.

She smiled so wide and she immediately felt a wave of elation come over her. She skipped over to him quickly and threw her arms around his neck. He kissed her softly, she kissed him back just as tender. He then pulled away and looked down at her outfit.

'Damn it.' He sighed.

'What?' She asked.

'I was hoping that I'd pop in on you changing.' He chuckled.

She smiled and kissed him again.

'We can make that happen if you stay until tonight when I change into my pajamas.' She said, grinning up at him.

'Maybe I'll have to do that.' He replied. He bent down and lifted her legs up around his waist. He then moved over to the bed and moved onto it, so she was laying on her back, and he was on top of her in-between her legs. He began to kiss her neck, placing bite marks along it. She tilted her head back, letting him place them wherever he wished.

'I (kiss) have to (kiss) talk to you (kiss) about (kiss) something.'

Hermione put her hands on his face and lifted it, kissing him passionately.

'Can it wait?' She asked breathlessly kissing him romantically, causing his manhood, against her leg to throb.

'I wish.' He sighed, pulling away from her.

She frowned jokingly at him and lifted herself up. She held her self up by her elbows, waiting for Draco to tell him his oh-so important news.

He began talking in a hushed tone.

'I was called by Voldemort two days ago.'

'You were!' She asked alarmed, sitting completely up. 'What happened?'

'He told me about his plan. And my part in it.'

'What does he want you to do?'

'Hermione. I would be killed if they found out I told you, but I love you, but I cannot have you freaking out on me, okay? Please, babe, stay calm.'

'Draco. Tell me.' She commanded frightened.

'He's got Ginny. He's using her to lure Potter in. He wants me to be the one to be there when he comes after Ginny. I'm supposed to capture Potter and bring him to Voldemort.'

Hermione's eyes widened.

'Voldemort has Ginny? Now?' She asked.

'Yes.'

'What is it going to do to her until Harry comes?' She asked.

'I dunno. I suppose he is just going to keep her in one of his dungeon rooms. He won't hurt her, he didn't when he was Riddle. He wants her to be able to scream for Potter when he gets there. I am supposed to be there, looking like I'm helping Ginny, then when Potter puts down his wand and help me with Ginny, I have to curse him and call bring him to Voldemort.'

'Harry is at Privet Drive! He won't know Ginny's gone until tomorrow that's when he goes back.'

'No, I thought Potter stayed at school.' Draco said.

'He did, he went back home for three days. He left yesterday. He went to make amends before he graduated.'

'That's why Voldemort hasn't called me yet. Potter hasn't come for Ginny yet.' Draco said, 'But Hermione, don't worry. I am not going to kill your precious Potter. He knows I'm not a complete ass anymore. Once Potter gets to Ginny, I'll be there waiting. I'll explain what's going on and we'll get out of there, together, okay?'

Hermione hugged Draco.

'Why does Voldemort trust you with this assignment? You just became a death eater.' She whispered.

'I'm Lucius Malfoy's son. I'm supposed to be very promising. Besides, I am the only death eater Potter would consider "trusting". He wouldn't trust my dad, now would he?'

'What about Blaise?'

'Blaise isn't a death eater.'

'He's not?'

'Not yet. His father isn't as pushy as mine.'

Hermione nodded in agreement and understanding.

'What would you have done in this situation if you weren't going out with me?' She asked.

'What?'

'If you had found out Voldemort captured Ginny to lure in Harry, and you still hated me, what would you have done?'

'Hermione…I hate these "what if" questions…'

'I'm sorry, you're right. Let's not go back to those times of loathing.' She smiled.

'Thank you.' He replied kissing her.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

'How was your Christmas morning?' He asked her.

'Good, especially when you popped in.' She giggled. Then her face turned a bit more serious. 'Jess stopped by.'

'Oh yeah?' Draco asked curiously.

'Don't worry. He didn't try anything. He actually apologized for kissing me and for coming in-between you and me.'

'Ahh…well that was very chivalrous.' He said rolling his eyes.

'It was nice, we're back to best friends only again.' She smiled. 'He also gave me this.'

She got up from the bed and walked over to the dresser and picked up the frame and handed it to Draco.

'Aww how sweet.' Draco said dripping with sarcasm.

'Draco, be nice. I like this picture! It shows us all having fun together, good memories.' She said smiling.

'Mmm…well I think of different memories when I think of "good" ones.' He said smirking.

She laughed and put the frame back on the desk.

'And what memories are those, Mr. Malfoy?' She asked sauntering over to him.

He smiled and moved backwards on her bed. She crawled on and straddled him.

'Those memories would consist of many, but two of my favorites take place in a cabin and in a car…'

'Are your only good memories with me sex?'

'Of course not, those are just two of the really good ones…I like all the memories I have with you…well most.'

'I know what you mean…I hate some of my memories with you too.' She smiled.

She then lay down on top of his chest. 'Which memory to you hate most of me?'

'When you punched me.' He said too-quickly.

'That really effected you eh?' She asked, lifting her head up to look into his eyes.

'Yes, actually.'

She smirked and lifted her hands up to the collar of his shirt. She then began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

'Isn't there anything I can do, to make up for it?' She asked seductively.

She then began to kiss his bare chest. She was being very dominating and it was turning him on. She continued unbuttoning down, and kissing down.

'Ohhh Hermione, what are you doing?'

She quickly got up, ran over and locked her door, then put a few spells on her room. She then moved back onto Draco. She placed her lips down on the skin below his navel and kissed back up his body, until she reached his mouth. She lingered there for a few seconds.

'This isn't fair…you should be shirtless too.' Draco said grinning.

'I'm always the one on the bottom, shirtless…your turn.' She smiled, shutting him up with her lips once more.

She felt his hands move through her hair, which is what she always did to him when he did this to her. She figured it must go with the territory.

She kissed his neck, leaving deep red hickeys. Then her tongue made a long, wet path down to his navel. Draco made a throaty moan when he felt her tongue lick right above his boxer line. She began to unbutton his pants.

Fuck yes, fuck yes…I am going to get sweet, sweet action Christmas day. I love Christmas… Draco thought ecstatically.

His pants slid off of him, and onto the floor. He felt open and free. Those pants were becoming very…tight.

Hermione sat on his lap and moved her lips up to his chest again. She inadvertently grinded into his hardened manhood.

'OH fuck, Hermione, I can't do this anymore…we've got to get you down here…'

Hermione sat up and in one swift move Hermione was under him with her pants off.

Draco leaned down and kissed her, his tongue moved around skillfully, causing her to moan softly. He then lifted her new cream sweater over her head, and tossed it gently on a desk near them. His lips quickly attacked her chest, while his hands slid down her stomach, across her warmth, and to her inner thigh. He began to slowly brush his fingers along it, barely skimming her covered clit. He could feel her wetness soaking her light blue bikini underwear. He pulled them off and set them on the floor. Then he stood up quickly and removed his boxers.

He got back on her and kissed her passionately. She smiled into the kiss, knowing what was coming up next. She felt his enlarged member enter her. He immediately felt her walls tighten.

'Relax…' He said soothingly into her ear and he began to pick up pace.

He thrust into her so, causing her to scream his name…and oh boy did that do it for him.

He smirked, thrusting faster.

'Come on…come on…Hermione scream it again…' He coaxed her.

Draco felt Hermione lift her legs up around his waist. She them cried out "Draco" again. She began to thrust with him, grinding into him as she did.

'Ohhh…' Draco groaned.

Hermione quickly lifted her head to meet Draco's lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth, his tongue fought her back for dominance. He gently bit her lip, telling her he won. She submit and his tongue moved into her mouth. She moaned as he grinded her, thrusting his long shaft in and out of her roughly. She was breathless and took quick, short breaths trying to gain control of her self, but lost it.

Their noises could have been heard from miles, neighbors would have called thinking Hermione was giving birth in her room, thank God she put spells on her room.

Both of them hit their peaks with exhaustion. Draco pulled out and laid his sweaty body on top of hers.

Hermione closed her eyes and laid her head back. She took a deep breath and sighed.

'Oh god…'

'Yeah…' Draco sighed back. 'I can't get up.'

'Then don't.' She said with a short laugh…that's all she could muster.

Draco slid off of her and laid there, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Her looked over at her and saw hers doing the same.

He leaned over a bit and kissed her.

'This was a B-E-A-utiful Christmas.' He sighed smiling at her.

She rolled over so she was on her chest. She laid on arm over him and brushed her fingers up and down his side.

'I can't believe I just did that in my bedroom with my whole family down stairs, on Jesus' birthday…'

'I bring out the naughty girl in you I guess.' He said, smirking proudly.

'I suppose you do.' She smiled.

A/N: Eh? Eh? Wouldn't you lovely ladies like a Christmas present like that! I sure in hell would! Or in heaven, whichever one. Lol. I don't think God would allow it though. Hehe. REVIEW!