Disclaimer: I'll think about claiming this as soon as they let me out of this comfy, padded room.
Hermione opened her eyes Christmas morning and smiled. She had been having the best dreams. And I mean, the BEST dreams. Taking a horseback ride with Draco, then snogging with him on a beach. Yeah, the BEST dreams. She looked to the foot of her bed and grinned. A good-sized mountain of presents rested there. Hermione waved her wand and levitated the pile into the common room. Draco was no where to be seen, but Harry and Blaise were sitting on the common room floor, waiting for her. Ron had gone home for the Holidays. Hermione grinned at her two friends evilly. One look at their swollen lips told her how they'd been passing time waiting for her to wake up.
When all the presents had been opened, Hermione sent Blaise and Harry off to snog somewhere while she showered and crap like that. Back in her room, Hermione noticed a letter that had apparently been in the stack of presents, but she had missed. She frowned, and picked it up. On the front, it clearly said 'Mione' in solid, slightly rough writing in emerald green ink. Draco, she thought, smiling.
She opened the envelope, and a few papers fell out. First was an actual letter.
'Dear Hermione,
I've realized, lately, that I have fallen in love with a certain Lioness. Have you heard of her? She's witty, cunning, and amazingly gorgeous. She has tamed the Dragon, as it was written. This Lioness has claimed my heart, and made me see what must become of me. This Christmas, I wondered what I could possibly give to this creature who has captured me so. I hope she enjoys it.
Love always,
Dragon'
Hermione was open-mouthed in shock. He loved her? Love? Love? LOVE? Her emotions practically drowned her. I mean, the seventeen-year-old was speaking of LOVE! Then it hit her. Oh my dear god, I love the infernal man! HOLY CRAP! LOVE! I love him I love him I love him! Okay, I'm officially insane.
She picked up the other papers, and gasped. One was a bill of sale for a seven-year-old, 15.2 hand high, light gray Azteca mare. Next were the mare's papers. Andalusian sire, Quarter Horse dam. A picture of the mare was also in the envelope. Hermione's jaw dropped. The mare was the purest white, with an elegant head, and athletic body, as was the Azteca trade mark. Another paper marked that the mare, Miss Google Eyes (Hermione giggled at the name), was in foal to the stallion Dot Com.
Very carefully and with extreme deliberation, Hermione laid the papers out on the bed, and went to find Draco. She found him standing in the GREAT Hall, talking with his Slytherin buddies. Hermione ran at him and threw herself into his arms, giving him a searing kiss. The entire Hall went completely silent.
"I take it that means you liked your present?" asked Draco when they came up for air.
"I love you Draco." Jaws were dropping, eyes were popping, and Harry and Blaise were fighting to hide their laughter at everyone's reactions.
"Good, because I love you too, my Lioness." Hermione kissed him again. And again. And again.
"Would you two mind taking this elsewhere?" asked Blaise, grinning like a wolf. "We're TRYING to eat, here." Hermione looked around. Everyone was still staring at her and Draco. A lot of guys were giving Draco envious glares. They'd sure as hell like to make out with Hermione Granger.
"Doesn't LOOK like anyone's trying to eat," said Draco.
"Oh, go snog where we can't see you," said Blaise.
"Okay," chorused Draco and Hermione. They put their arms around each other and walked out of the GREAT Hall. And spent the rest of the day snogging in their Common Room.
A/N: I know, I know, it's REALLY short chappie. I'M SORRY! No! No lynch mobs! Please! I promise I'll be good!