"I still can't believe you have to go to the ball with Malfoy."

"Ginny, I've told you it is not that big of a deal. We probably won't even talk to each other and just go our separate ways once we get in there," Hermione walked over to her closet to pull out her dress she had chosen for the ball.

"Honestly, I don't see how you can just be so accepting of this. You are going to have to do the opening waltz with Malfoy. That slimy git is going to have his hands on you. I'm sure if you had just talked to Dumbledore-"

Hermione rounded on the redhead halting her mid-sentence. Draco's impatience with the Weasley bunch must be rubbing off on her because her temper had never been this short before.

"There wasn't any talking to Dumbledore. Remember, I told you, Ron, and Harry this all repeatedly. We have the highest grades in our class, so we must go to the ball together and dance the opening number. Now, if you want to help me get ready, please stop talking about it."

After Hermione and Draco had found out they would be attending the ball together, Hermione's shyness towards Draco had slightly returned. She didn't know if it was from the knowledge that they would be the center of everyone's attention or that it would be their first event as a married couple, even if nobody else knew. Her fear that she would slip up was steadily growing.

Draco Malfoy had an affect on her nobody else had ever had and the thought worried her for their safety. He made her willing to take risks, which in their situation, could put them both in severe danger. If Voldemort even suspected they were anything, there was no doubt Draco would be tortured immediately or she would be tortured in front of him.

Hermione's lips curved upward slightly as she felt Ginny charm another piece of hair into a smooth, perfectly formed ringlet. Really, as the brightest witch of their age, she should know how to charm her own hair, but cosmetic charms had never been of any interest to her before. Now, as the wife of a Malfoy, she should probably put more effort into her looks. She didn't want to disappoint him, besides she was excited to see his reaction when he saw her. It wasn't just for him that she wanted to look pretty, but herself as well.

She couldn't wait to see his reaction to seeing her in her evening gown. They had decided against costumes, but she still chose a more elaborate dress than she would normally wear to a school ball. It was something any other time she would have scoffed at, but it was Halloween so she decided to try it on and loved how it looked on her.

"Ginny?"

"Hm?" The redhead continued curling Hermione's hair as she responded.

"Um, what's the point of curling my hair if you are just putting it in a top not?" Hermione bit her lip.

She wanted so badly to ask how Ginny first knew she was falling for Harry as more than the little crush she had carried for so long. The fact that Ginny would want to know why she was asking kept her from voicing her question. She would not be the reason her and Draco were put at risk.

"I've told you, your hair is too frizzy. This way it will be smooth. Besides, I'm leaving some of it down to frame your face."

"Oh, right."

It took Ginny twenty more minutes to finish Hermione's hair and she had to admit as tired as she was of sitting there, the end result was beautiful. They had chosen not to pull any bangs down, keeping them with the top knot on her head, with a few ringlets coming down beside her face. The effect made her look very sophisticated and mature.

"Thanks, Ginny. It's beautiful."

Hermione went to stand up.

"Hold it, we are doing something with your face. You can't wear the dress you picked out without at least a little makeup."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at the face Hermione gave her in the mirror, but firmly pushed her back in her seat. With a wave of her wand, a subtle silver sparkle dusted Hermione's eyelids, her eyelashes looked fuller and longer, a light blush covered her cheeks, and a subtle red hue painted itself on her lips.

The look was subtle, yet dramatic at the same time. Hermione didn't recognize the woman looking back at her in the mirror. It was like before her wedding all over again. She still couldn't get used to the fact that she had obviously grown into her looks.

"Now, your dress. I honestly can't believe you went for this dress. It's gorgeous, but I never thought you'd be so daring."

"Well, Malfoy said he didn't want to dress up, so I thought I could be a little more dramatic than I normally would be, at least."

Hermione stood up and walked over to where her dress was hanging. She stepped behind the screen in Ginny's dorm and quickly stepped into the dress. When she walked back into the room, Ginny let out a low whistle.

"You'll even have Malfoy after you in that. It's beautiful, Hermione."

The dress she had picked was silver that sparkled all over. The material felt like water, but it had been enchanted to look like it was covered in glitter. The dress itself ended a little bit before it hit mid-thigh, but it had a floor-length semi-transparent silver skirt attached that had a split that ran up one side all the way to her hip. The look gave it a modest, yet alluring appearance. The top of the dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. Rhinestones ran diagonal from one shoulder ending at her opposite hip, then going across her hipline.

Yes, she would definitely have Malfoy after her, she smirked. She quickly put in teardrop earrings and the silver heels Ginny was letting her borrow before hugging her friend goodbye.

"I'll try to catch up with you at the ball if I get a chance. Thank you so much for all of your help."

"No problem. Maybe you will cause Malfoy to be speechless where you won't have to listen to his incessant pureblood shite."

Hermione was about to say something to Ginny, when she saw the younger girl wink at her and instead she sent her a small smile. Ginny's sassiness is one of the things Hermione admired most about the girl and what, she was almost positive, caused Harry to fall in love with her. Waving bye, she walked out of the room.

She reached her's and Draco's dorm quicker than she would have liked and paused for a moment before muttering the password to the painting. She didn't know why Draco insisted they meet up here. It would have looked less suspicious, in her opinion, to meet in the Entrance Hall.

She stepped in the room to find it empty and looked around wondering where he was at. If she had learnt anything about the Slytherin she was married to, it was that he was never late for anything. Just as she was about to walk over to the couch and sit down to wait for him, the bedroom door opened and he stepped out, adjusting the already perfect lapels of his dress robes.

He looked up and seemed to freeze when he saw her. A blush spread across her face as she watched his eyes rake over her and they darkened slightly. After only a few weeks into their marriage, she already knew that look well. He wanted her.

His eyes snapped back up to hers and he seemed to regain his usual composure, a smirk forming on his lips as he sauntered over to her. Grabbing her hand, he never broke eye contact as he raised it up to his lips.

"Mrs. Malfoy, you look absolutely ravishing." He lowered his lips to her hand, placing a small kiss on it.

"Why, thank you, you look rather dashing yourself, although you are always dressed up. I'm sure I come off as much more of a shock."

Hermione didn't know why she threw that stab at herself in her compliment to Draco, but she really did feel like her looks were nothing compared to the constantly impeccable Malfoy. The next words out of his mouth shocked her to the core.

"You are always beautiful. I'm just pleased that, for one, I seem to be rubbing off on you," at her confused look he continued. "You are wearing a Slytherin color, my dear."

He waved at her attire and she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him, realizing for the first time she was wearing one of his colors. It honestly never crossed her mind when she picked out the dress in silver. She didn't know if this was a good or bad thing.

"Secondly, you are beautiful without all the expensive clothing, makeup, or effort everyone else puts into their looks. It's what makes you stand out."

"Draco," she whispered, taking a step closer to him. He really could be sweet when he wanted to.

Lips met each other in a sweet, but passionate, kiss that made Hermione tingle all the way to her toes. When they broke apart, he lowered his lips to hover just over her ear.

"I may not get to act like you are mine in front of everyone, but I swear to you, when we get back I will prove it over and over."

A blush spread across her face and neck as he offered her his arm, smirking at her, and she took it. She didn't know what had more affect on her, that he had said she was his or his promise of what was to come later that night. At the moment, she couldn't even remember if tonight was one of the nights they were allowed to stay together, but honestly, she could care less. If Dumbledore was making them attend the ball together, then they could sure as hell come back to their rooms together.

They walked to the Great Hall in silence, which was fine with Hermione. The nerves she had about everyone seeing them together for the first time had returned full force. Could someone just look at them and tell they had been intimate, that they were husband and wife, soul mates?

When they reached the Entrance Hall where the Heads and Prefects were waiting, she felt Draco's back straighten even more and she looked up to see him scowling. Already going into git mode, she thought sadly, not that it was his fault. At least, that is what she thought until she heard him muttering.

"Looks like you have admirers."

She glanced in the direction he was scowling and saw a couple of Ravenclaws, that she believed were in their sixth year, openly staring at her. She stiffened, not used to the attention and found herself wanting to move closer to Draco. Instead, she tightened her grip on his arm.

As they took their spot at the front of the crowd, she spotted Harry and Ron scowling at her and Draco. She shot them a weak smile, trying to convey she was fine, but it seemed to give them the idea she was suffering because they started walking towards her. Thankfully, right at that moment, McGonagall shouted for everyone to get in their places.

The Head of Gryffindor made her way to each couple, making sure they knew their role, until she finally made it to Hermione and Draco.

"Now, you two will lead the others into the Great Hall. Make sure to stop in the middle of the room, they will then spread around forming a half circle. When the band starts playing, you will dance the first dance alone, then be joined slowly by the others for the second, and the rest of the students by the third. After that is completed, you are to stay with each other at all times, dancing periodically the rest of the Ball."

She paused glancing at both of them to see if they were understanding what she was saying. Both of them just looked at her. What was Dumbledore playing at? Opening the Ball was bad enough, but now they had to essentially be each other's dates, without coming off as being a couple.

Draco's face was set in a grimace and Hermione found herself speaking to McGonagall while he remained silent.

"Of course, Professor. I assume as long as we stick together, we are free to talk to our friends?"

"Yes dear, but I don't want to see any funny business," her gaze was directed right at Draco and Hermione cringed. Honestly, it was more likely their friends would be the ones causing problems.

Suddenly, McGonagall stepped aside and clapped loudly. "Everyone ready? Good. Everyone have fun and be on your best behavior or house points will be deducted! Now, remember your places!"

She clapped again and the large double doors, that had previously been closed, swung open slowly revealing the crowd inside.

Hermione took a deep breath as her and Draco started moving forward. The Great Hall was decorated in true Halloween spirit, with pumpkins, cobwebs, and ghosts in full attendance.

As they walked towards the center of the room, she could see people staring at them. Some looked apprehensive, as if they might start hexing each other at any moment, others were whispering behind their hands. She noticed some girls scowling at her, obviously mad that she got to attend with the Slythering Prince. What shocked her though, is that she saw some guys scowling at Draco, as well.

Finally, they made it to the center of the room and paused, pulling away from each other, gracefully rotating so they were standing apart facing each other. She could see the other couples circling around behind them near the Professors' table, but her eyes were locked with Draco's.

This was it. This dance could ruin everything, or prove to Dumbledore they were capable of keeping their secret just that. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to be able to dance with him like they should be able to and show everybody how they really were, but it wasn't possible. She quickly shoved all thoughts of him being her husband out of her mind and prepared herself for a tortuous night.

Before she knew it, the band changed tempo, introducing the first song. She was sure if not for the music everyone would be able to hear her heart hammering in her chest.

Slowly, she curtsied gracefully, as Draco bowed elegantly. Then, before she could realize what was happening, they had met in the middle and he was twirling her in a slow waltz. She noticed he kept his hand a little high on her back and they kept a decent amount of distance between their bodies.

Even with the distance though, she noted how great of a dancer he was. Krum had been so stiff and Ron had all but crushed her feet. It shouldn't shock her though, he had probably been taught to dance since he could walk. Still, she felt pride rising in her chest at how talented her husband truly was.

Somehow, they made it through the first song. As it ended they broke apart, curtsying and bowing to the heads and prefects to show it was now time for them to join, before coming back together as the other couples walked onto the dance floor.

The second song was much easier to get through since the other dancers took some of the attention off of them, although she still noticed several people staring at them in curiosity. During a more complicated twirl, she felt a long finger trace its way down her spine before resting back in its appropriate place.

Chills traveled down her back and she shot a glare at Draco for being bold enough to garner a reaction out of her while in the middle of everyone.

"You were looking too comfortable," he whispered smirking while his tone was reprimanding.

Right, she wasn't supposed to enjoy dancing with Draco Malfoy, let alone him having his hands on her. She fixed her face into a stony grimace and was relieved when the second song finally came to an end. One more song and they could get off of the dance floor for a while.

As the rest of the students nervously made their way to the dance floor, the band started up a Viennese Waltz. Hermione was relieved to dance a faster dance since it would keep her mind off of everyone else watching easier than the slower traditional waltz.

After a few measures of the song, Draco grabbed her waist and lifted her into the air, gently placing her back on the ground at the end of it. His dancing really was intoxicating. If they didn't have to keep up their act, she wouldn't mind dancing with him all night.

Soon enough, the dance was over and she found herself following Draco off of the dance floor over to the refreshment table to get some punch. She was shocked when she noticed him pulling a small silver flask out to pour what was no doubt fire whiskey into his goblet.

"Have you gone insane? I don't need you drunk tonight, we have enough going on," she hissed at him.

"Trust me, Granger, if you want me to get through this I'm going to need a drink. I know my limits, I'll be fine."

Hermione let out a very unattractive snort, grabbing her own goblet and filling it with punch. She was just about to turn around when she felt Draco stiffen beside her.

"Don't look now but here comes Potter and Weasel to save the day."

Turning around, she noticed Draco was right. Harry and Ron were walking their way and glaring at Draco the whole time. Great, just what she needed, those two to cause a scene right after she had assured McGonagall nothing would happen.

"Oi, Malfoy, think you can give Hermione room to breath. She isn't one of your whores that's going to leave to lay in your bed after this."

Draco raised one elegant eyebrow, while Hermione choked on her drink. Ron really could put his foot in his mouth sometimes, even if he was unaware of what he was saying. Draco took him on in true Malfoy fashion.

"If you haven't noticed, Weasel, it is extremely crowded in here. As for my bed, I'm sure Granger would be more than pleased to end up there, wouldn't you Granger?"

Hermione felt her face turning a mortifying shade of red. What was he doing? They were supposed to be acting like they hated each other. Draco smirked at her face and turned back to Ron.

"See, Weasel, I'm right. Too bad I won't have my bed tainted by the likes of her."

Harry tensed up and started at Draco. Hermione was stung by Draco's words, but she knew he had to say them. His words from earlier echoed in her head and it was that that kept her from being hurt.

"Watch your mouth, Malfoy."

"Or what Potter? I have your friend to myself all night tonight, orders of our dear Headmaster. I suggest if you have a problem, you take it up with him."

Harry looked confused for a moment and Hermione quickly jumped in to try to smooth things over.

"It's to promote house unity, Harry. What better way to bring the houses together than to have Harry Potter's best friend and enemy spend the whole ball together? It's brilliant really."

"Yeah, well I think it's bloody insane."

Ron looked like he thought Dumbledore was off his rocker and Hermione silently agreed with him for the situation her and Draco had been put in. Harry seemed to accept her quickly thought explanation and decided to ignore Draco, turning to Hermione.

"We better be getting back to Ginny and Lavender. Let us know if you need us, Hermione."

Harry glared at Draco who was running his ring finger around the rim of his goblet, his family ring catching the light, before turning around to walk off. Ron wasn't so easily put off, though.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, you need two rings now? Wasn't that one ridiculous enough?"

Hermione felt her face drain of color. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed their rings. She had been shocked Ginny hadn't noticed hers when she was helping her get ready, especially since she never wore any jewelry. Draco took the situation all in stride.

"Jealous, Weasel? Wish your family could afford something like it? Oh wait, your family can't even afford you decent dress robes," he sneered, looking over the redhead in distaste.

Hermione winced at his cruel words, but was grateful he was able to smooth over Ron's attention to his wedding band.

"Shove it, Malfoy."

Finally, Ron followed Harry and went back over to Lavender. Hermione felt herself relax and turned to Draco to see how he was faring. His face remained collected, but she noticed he was no longer as relaxed as he was prior to Ron's comment.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he jerked his head signaling her to keep quiet on the matter. He was right, it wouldn't do for people to overhear them.

"Let's go find a table." He walked ahead of her and she found herself wordlessly following him.

Silently, she wondered how he would be treating her if they didn't have to hide their circumstance. She doubted he was one for public displays of affection, but she did know he was possessive. Would he be distant, but attentive like she had seen his father treat his mother or would he make sure to show everyone she was his?

Her thoughts came to a halt when she realized they were walking towards a table full of Slytherins. Suddenly, the confrontation with Harry and Ron didn't seem so bad.

"Draco! Nice to- what's the mudblood doing following you?" Pansy sneered, her voice going from sugary sweetness to venom laced in seconds.

"Dumbledore's orders. Be nice. I would like Slytherin to have a chance at the House Cup this year, Pans."

He sat down beside the girl leaving Hermione to grab a chair between him and Blaise Zabini. The name Pansy called her stung, but she found herself more bothered by the familiar name Draco used with the girl he knew so intimately and the fact he chose to sit beside her.

Her attention was jerked away from Pansy and Draco when she felt a hand brush near her ear. She looked towards her right to see Blaise eyeing her up and down, casually leaning on the table with his other arm.

"My, my, my, but the Gryffindor know-it-all does clean up nice, doesn't she, Theo?"

The other Slytherin looked slightly uncomfortable with the question and she remembered that he had always been much quieter than the other members of his house.

"She does look rather pretty," he muttered quickly, glancing at his date.

"Rather pretty indeed. Tell me, Granger, what are you doing after the ball?" His hand was slowly ghosting over her arm going down to her waist.

A cold voice behind her made her jump and she felt Blaise's hand freeze.

"Lowering yourself to Gryffindors now, are you Zabini?"

The absence of him calling her a mudblood was not lost on her and she inwardly thanked him for not stooping to that level. A flash of annoyance appeared on Blaise's face.

"Who are you to talk? You hooked up with Brown a few times I believe."

"Shut the fuck up, Zabini." His voice was as hard as steel.

Hermione slightly worried that his interest in how Zabini was behaving towards her would give them away, but it seemed the Slytherins were used to him behaving like this. At least, it made Blaise take his hand off of her.

"Draco, darling, we know she was horrid in bed, but no need to get so mad. If you need someone to get her off your mind, you always know where to find me."

She sent a seductive wink his way while running her hand up his arm and used her nails to teasingly mess with his neck before pulling her hand back.

Hermione was fuming. The nerve of these people! Where were their morals? They had their dates right beside them and they were busy throwing themselves at another person. She took a swig of her punch to busy herself and wished for a moment she had asked Draco for some of his liquor.

When she felt a hand rest on her thigh, she almost turned and told Blaise off until she realized the hand was resting on her left side. She glanced quickly at Draco and saw that he was in the middle of a conversation with Theo, but he must have noticed her glance because he squeezed her leg gently.

Discreetly, she slid her hand under the tablecloth and gave his a squeeze before bringing her hand back to rest on the table. It wouldn't do for both of their hands to be under the table. It was obvious most of the people at this table had only one thing on their minds and they didn't need them to jump to conclusions.

Cool fingers slid over her skin and she silently cursed him. Of course, it would be her luck that the split on her skirt would be where he could get his sneaky fingers under it. When they slid to her inner thigh, she practically jumped out of chair she stood up so quickly.

"Malfoy, Dumbledore is looking this way. I think it is time for us to dance again."

Calmly, he looked up at her a playful smirk gracing his features.

"That eager to dance with me again, Granger? What makes you think I'm willing to dance with you though?"

"If I remember correctly, you wanted Slytherin to win the House Cup this year. Gryffindor is only 20 points behind, just how many do you think Dumbledore will deduct if you don't follow his orders?" She smirked right back at him as a scowl went across his face.

"Fine."

With that they stalked onto the dance floor. The song that was playing was a fast one and Draco quickly took the lead. As Hermione spun around him, she wanted nothing more than for the night to be over and to just go back to their room.

The rest of the ball continued much the same. Pansy, along with a few other girls, flirted shamelessly with Draco. A few guys came up to Hermione as well, but she effectively deterred them all. Harry and Ron would check on her periodically, although they were very much wrapped up in their dates so it never lasted long.

As for her and Draco, they made it through the night by ignoring each other for the most part. It was almost a dance in itself. Ignore, throw nasty remarks at each other, secretly apologize by a light touch unseen by anyone else, and repeat. By the end of the ball, Hermione was exhausted.

Fortunately, Draco had stayed true to his word. He was nowhere near drunk and with a nod from Dumbledore, they were given the ok to leave. Hermione was apprehensive about them leaving together. She didn't know why Dumbledore was allowing it, even if they were keeping their distances from one another.

They had almost made it to the door when Lavender walked up to them, a smirk on her face.

"So, this is why you got so mad at the match. You wanted him all to yourself. Really, Hermione, what makes you think he would want to touch you?"

"He touched you didn't he?" Hermione replied coldly before she could stop herself.

"What does that mean?" a voice spoke up from behind and Hermione looked up to see a red-faced Ron standing behind Lavender.

Hermione almost laughed at how quickly the color left Lavender's face as she turned around trying to pacify him.

"Nothing, Won-won. She's just being her normal jealous self that I have you and she doesn't."

At that Draco let out a snort, causing Lavender to shoot him a glare over her shoulder as she quickly tried to tug Ron away. Hermione quickly cut any chance of escape off, a smug expression on her face.

"It means she slept with Malfoy, or didn't she tell you that?"

Ron looked like he was caught between being sick and exploding. Lavender looked ready to murder and seemed to think Draco was going to help her out.

"Don't worry, Weasel, I won't touch her again. Quite bloody awful, she was."

Hermione felt a flash of sympathy for Ron that she hadn't felt in awhile. He looked so confused about what to do. She knew the loyal Gryffindor side of him wanted to defend his girlfriend, but the other side of him that just found out she'd slept with his enemy wanted to be relieved it wouldn't happen again and turn his anger on her instead. It turned out his loyalty won out, but barely.

"Watch it, Malfoy," he said weakly, as if he was only saying the words out of habit.

Draco was about to respond back, when Professor Snape walked up the group.

"Miss Brown, ten points from Gryffindor for hanging all over Mr. Weasley and twenty points for gossiping about Mr. Malfoy. Both of them were told by Dumbledore to meet me in my office for their extra studies. Now move, before I deduct more."

With an expression that clearly said if she knew one she'd probably throw a dark curse at all three of them, she snatched Ron and stormed away. Hermione had to bite her lip hard to keep from laughing as they left the ball and made their way through the corridors behind Snape.

"Did you really need us for anything?" Draco asked his godfather, seemingly knowing the answer.

"No, Dumbledore requested I save your hides when he saw the Brown girl walking towards you."

"Good, I believe we will be off then." He sent a wink at the dark professor, mortifying Hermione with his insinuation of what they were going to be doing.

"I would prefer if you kept you extracurricular activities to yourself, Draco," Snape scowled down at the blonde teenager.

"As would I!" Hermione smacked him on the arm, refusing to even glance at Snape.

Draco just winked at her, before grabbing her hand and walking in the direction of their rooms. They barely made it through the entrance before Hermione found herself pinned against the wall, Draco's mouth crashing onto hers.

She could have swore she heard "mine," growled under his breath, but couldn't be sure. His kisses were passionate and she responded back equally. She was tired of constant reminders of who he had been with and who he could still have.

That she had to sit there and act like Pansy throwing herself at him didn't affect her made her want to be sick. She wanted to slap the Slytherin into the next century.

His lips soon descended onto her neck, eliciting gasps and a small moan as he hit that spot just behind her ear that drove her absolutely insane. She didn't even know that bit of skin was sensitive until him. His voice, husky with desire, could be heard through the haze she was slowly sinking into.

"I might not be able to let others know you are my wife, but I can let them know you are somebody's."

As his hand grabbed her hip and pulled her closer to him, she felt his teeth on her neck and knew, once again, that she'd have those pesky marks to show the world she'd been up to something that under normal circumstances, wasn't allowed within Hogwarts.

She raked her hands through his hair, letting her nails gently drag over his skin, before sliding down to push his robes off and start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Say you're mine," he demanded as his hand reached for the zipper on the back of her dress.

"I'm yours."

How easily she made the declaration shocked Hermione. She had never been one for belonging to any man, she wasn't property. With Draco, though, she knew he didn't mean it that way. He wanted to be assured she wasn't with anyone else. Why he needed that assurance she didn't know, except his normal possessive personality. She assumed it was one of the downsides of being raised a rich only child, heir to a fortune.

Finally, she got his shirt off and started kissing his neck and chest everywhere, making her way up to his ear. She nibbled his earlobe before voicing the question on her mind.

"And who do you belong to, Draco?"

"Who am I with right now?" he questioned right back, letting her dress fall to the ground as she tugged at his belt.

"Me, obviously," she scoffed.

"Then there is your answer."

Just as he finished replying, Hermione finally got his pants undone and pushed them to the ground, where they pooled around Draco's feet. Both still had their shoes on, Draco didn't even try to step out of his pants, but neither cared. He easily lifter her up against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. Without another word, he thrust into her causing a low moan to escape her throat.

"I do believe I am having a bad influence on you," he grinned wickedly before keeping his promise from earlier in the evening.

A/N: One little note, broken collar bones are no fun. Besides that, I know this chapter was a little longer than normal, but I couldn't find a good place to end it and since Christmas is coming up, I figured this could be a little treat for you guys :)

Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and let me know what you thought in a review! Just think of it as a little Christmas gift in return ;) haha