Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
Setting: merry christmas yer filthy hippogriffs!
Word Count: 530 words
Prompt/Inspired By: It isn't the gifts, the tree, the stockings or bows, it's us, finally.
"Open up."
"Draco, no. I'm so full I could puke." She pushed his spoonful of mash away and towards his own mouth as she climbed onto his lap to appease his crest-fallen frown. "You are too good of a cook that I must have eaten a week's worth of Christmas dinners in the past hour."
"You still have room for dessert?" He accepted the potatoes with an extra glint in his silver eyes when she wounded her arms over his shoulders.
She dampened her lower lip with her tongue and her front teeth scraped at her full lip, "What kind…?" the juncture of her hips brushed over his naval, "The usual?" and he abandoned the spoon on the floor and smoothed his hands down her back, "Or just chocolate ice-cream without brownies?" Her bright smile was mocking because of the ninety-degrees turn, answering his mock glare.
"Mint chocolate chip for you because you didn't finish the last spoonful of perfectly executed mash potatoes made by yours truly."
She rolled her eyes before knotting her fingers and pulled him into her headspace, letting all of him into her perspective, as if he hadn't already cemented himself in her life for the past years. "I happen to adore mint."
Oh, little lioness, but the snake came to play. "Not on my person, you don't."
Now it was her turn to glare; combing the hair at the back of his head, she muttered into his ear, "Did I mention the Christmas present I was going to give you after dinner and you were all excited and entranced?"
He scoffed and his palms travelled over her body and cupped her face, "I wasn't even paying attention to anything you were saying for the whole dinner and that is all I can think about."
He kissed her then, long and hard and all tongues and fingers buried in her hair just the way he wanted, just the way he craved, just the way he had always been doing. Could he imagine the rest of his life not having the privilege of making Hermione Granger warm, wanton and breathless in his lap? It wasn't even a possibility to ponder over and keep himself up all night. The box at the pocket of his jeans poked him in the butt as if to tell him to fucking man up and do what his life seemed to be leading up for.
He had to tear his lips from the hollow of her throat, "All of this," he murmured, "Christmas dinners, ridiculous Gryffindor decorations on the tree, clashing green and silver around the house, dreading visitations with your extended family and mine, I do care a lot for them. I truly do. But this," Draco Malfoy closed his eyes briefly as he could nearly feel how her brown eyes glazed over his own features, "This is all I would ever need. You have everything I would ever need. You— us— it's already more than I could ever dream of."
She stilled when he released one hand from her and reached behind —
She took the hand and placed it over her stomach, "Are you sure? Are we enough for you?"