(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to JK Rowling. I also do not own the lyrics or any part of "All I Want For Christmas Is You", that belongs to Mariah Carey and her team who worked on it. Just to make that clear. On with the show)
So... it's been almost a month since I posted the first chapter. I completely thought I would have a new chapter up in a matter of days or max two weeks, but that obviously didn't happen. I won't bore you with the details but I have been extremely busy and also was facing some writers block. There was a very important scene that I wanted and getting there was giving me a hard time until I finally decided to just go for it. Also, this is my first smut, so I was a little nervous and wanted to put it off as long as possible. And now it's February. Not exactly holiday seasons anymore haha but here is the second chapter. I hope you guys like it. Remember, this is only supposed to be a two-shot, but if I get enough responses asking for one, I will write an epilogue. Anyway, please read through it and I hope you enjoy it! I will answer any questions you may have at the end of this chapter! See you there! Enjoy!
A Very Merry Christmas
-A Week Later-
Hermione stood in the lift of the ministry, waiting to reach her floor. She was a bit beyond nervous as she stood in her long coat, white scarf, and heels. It had been a week since the event in the Weasley's kitchen and the bitterness that was December had reared its head. For the past week, she had been doing her best to avoid Malfoy. The girls had advised her that if she sought him out too quickly, it would make her look too easy, something Hermione desperately wanted to avoid. However, they also waited to see if he made any sort of move. It had seemed that he too was avoiding her.
Last night, Ginny and Luna had stayed over at Hermione's and raided her wardrobe to find a sexy yet sophisticated outfit for her to wear to work this morning. Somewhere in the inner depths of her closet, the two were able to find a burgundy wrap dress that Ginny had bought for Hermione for last year's Christmas present.
The look on Ginny's face when she had noticed that the tag was still on the dress made Hermione want to hide in a corner. Although the dress was a little more low cut than Hermione would have liked, Ginny would not take no for an answer and said that it was the only was Hermione would be forgiven for stashing the dress in the back of her closet. The dress was a snug fit and ended just above her knees. Ginny had advised her to cross her legs when possible, an idea that had made Hermione blush. How she was going to pull this off and still maintain a cool and collected façade was beyond her.
The lift finally reached the Department of Mysteries and she squeezed her way through the crowds to get off on the floor. The Department was rather quiet as you would imagine being occupied by Unspeakables. She walked towards her office, clicking her heels as she went. She knew she was going to have to face Malfoy at some point since he worked on the same floor as her and since she wasn't going to be avoiding him any longer. What she hadn't been expecting was to see him so soon. When she had opened the door to her office, there was the object of her desires, sitting on her chair facing her. He had been expecting her it seemed. Her heart sped inside her chest, she could hear the blood pumping through her ears. She willed her face not to turn red like she knew it wanted to. She had to play it cool.
She walked up to the desk and raised one eyebrow as to intimidate him into vacating her seat. However, all the bloody buffoon did was smirk and lean back into her chair, goading her on. Hermione huffed, not wanting to play this childish game with the blonde and said, "Malfoy, will you kindly move from my seat and tell me what you are doing in my office?"
"How nice of you to ask, Granger, but I've decided that I rather like your seat. So, no, I will not be kindly moving. And I think you know what I'm doing here, Granger, you have been dodging me for about a week now" he replied. Hermione's heart skipped a little as the smirk fell from his face to be replaced by a rather serious one. They simply stared at each other.
Hermione finally broke the silence, determined to get the higher ground here. "Oh, so you're here to talk about how you molested me last week?" She took her scarf off from around her neck and walked over to the rack in the corner of her office, making sure to sway her hips as she walked like Ginny had taught her.
"Molested? I hardly think that that is the proper word for exactly what was happening, Granger. I'm quite offended that you'd think me so low as to molest a woman," he said to her in disbelief.
"Oh? And what would be the proper word for it then, Malfoy?"
"I'd say I was just getting to know a colleague," he said smugly. Hermione wanted to scoff at that but knew he was trying to get a rise out of her. But she could use this opportunity to turn things around on him as payback for messing with her.
"Is that right? Well that's mighty dignified of you. Maybe I should get to know you more too?" she said. And with that, she walked over to the chair and sat on his lap, facing him, and used her arms to trap him against the seat.
The only time she remembered seeing Draco Malfoy as surprised as he did at this moment was when the fake Professor Moody had transfigured him into a ferret during their fourth year. His eyes were wide open and his body was oddly stiff, he seemed frozen in his place. Hermione truly wanted to laugh at the expression he was wearing but desperately fought the urge in order to keep her cool façade. So, instead, she smirked at him as she watched him shift uncomfortably in the chair.
"What the devil are you doing, Granger? Are you even Hermione Granger? Blaise, if this is you using polyjuice potion, I will bloody hex your bits off," he warned.
Hermione just chuckled sexily and brought herself closer to him, brushing her torso against his and looked down at him. "Oh, this is all me, Malfoy. And I believe I am, how did you phrase it, 'Getting to know a colleague'? I hope this isn't making you uncomfortable."
His eyes narrowed at her blatant challenge. He straightened his posture in the chair and brought his arms up to encircle her waist to push her flat up against his chest. "Not at all, Granger. Just had to make sure it was you. So, how was your weekend? Anything interesting happen?"
By this point, Hermione could not stop the blush from forming on her face. The lack of distance between her and Malfoy, while maddeningly hot, was making her uncomfortable. If she didn't get out of there now, she would blow it and do something extremely stupid. Ginny was wrong, she couldn't do this!
Malfoy seemed to pick up on her discomfort and cocked his head back and a smug smile crept onto his face. Oh she wanted to smack that off of him. "What's the matter, Granger? You're not nervous are you?" he asked with his stupid grin plastered on his face.
All she could do was glare at him and play along with this game she had started but was apparently losing at. Then, she remembered that she had forgotten to take off her coat earlier. She wondered what his response would be to her attire. "Of course not. It was just getting a bit too hot since I forgot to remove my coat, you see. Would you mind unbuttoning it so that I could take it off?" she asked, innocently.
He looked at her for a second, wondering if she was kidding or not. When she didn't back away or flinch, he tried to see how far he could push this. "Of course, anything to help a fellow co-worker," he said and let go of her body in order to swiftly work the buttons of her coat. He had gotten to the button nearest to the top of her breasts to realize she was wearing something more risqué than usual. His fingers slowed and his breathing became shallow.
He now looked back up at her face and she could see his pupils dilate. He continued to stare into her eyes as his fingers resumed unbuttoning the rest of her coat. His fingers lightly touched her hips while she ran her fingers through his hair. All her pent up sexual frustrations due to this man were beginning to surface. She was so close to his lips that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. She felt him lean up to her and she was about to return the action.
*Knock, knock, knock* "Hermione! Hermione, its Harry!"
Hermione bolted off Malfoy's lap and looked to the door as Harry Potter walked into her office. The two Unspeakables were frozen in place as Harry looked between the two of them, shocked as if someone just told him Voldemort had returned. His mouth was ajar and his eyes were wild, flicking back and forth between Malfoy's surprised yet smug face and Hermione's increasingly red one.
"You know it's rude to stare, Potter. You'd think the Chosen One would have better manners than barging into a room without proper notice and just standing around gawking at everyone," Malfoy said, breaking the tension yet increasing the awkwardness. Hermione just wanted to crawl into her bed at home and shut out the world. Never had she dreamed of her best friend finding her in such a compromising position, and the first day that she would attempt such a stunt. Maybe it was a sign that this plan was, in fact, too ridiculous to pursue. On the bright side, it could have been Ronald walking in rather than Harry.
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy! What in Merlin's name is going on here!?" Harry cried.
Hermione seemed to have lost the ability to speak as her best friend looked at her expectantly. She sure hoped Malfoy would be able to lie his way through this one to save both their arses.
"We were just getting to know one another, Potter. I'll let Granger explain. See you around, Granger! We'll discuss last week at some later time then," he said quickly before finally rising from her seat to see himself out. He passed Harry along the way, "Later, Potter," and with that left the room, but not without throwing Hermione a charming smile over Harry's shoulder.
Insufferable git, leaving her alone to face Harry Potter. He truly was a cunning Slytherin.
"Well?" Harry said after a moment or two. He closed the door to her office and walked towards her.
"Nothing, Harry. Malfoy was just messing with me," she said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. She made her way to her newly vacated chair and began going through some paperwork that had been placed there by her new secretary.
"Malfoy was messing with you? Didn't seem that way from my view, Hermione," he said, taking a seat in front of her desk and crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione had the decency to look embarrassed but stayed silent. "Come on, Mione, what's going on? You were acting weird last week and left so abruptly after dinner with the Weasley's. Then, Ginny and Luna went over to your place and didn't return until hours later. Then you act weird all weird and also during yesterday's brunch, barely talking. And then Ginny and Luna were at your place again last night. I know it's easier to talk to a girl about things like this but we're supposed to be best friends. We should be able to tell each other everything", he said accusingly. He was upset that his supposed best friend had turned to his girlfriend for help rather than to him. "Malfoy?"
Hermione released a sigh. She couldn't believe how much Harry has picked up on her behavior. Guess the rumor that men were unobservant was false. Well, except for maybe Ron. She felt ashamed of hiding something like this from Harry but she was worried how he would react. Well, it didn't really matter now anyway, since he had found her in such a scandalous position.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I know I've been a little secretive but I just didn't want anyone to find out. And Luna and Ginny found out by accident, I didn't mean for them to know," she started.
Harry let out a sigh of relief. Her admission made him feel a little better knowing that she hadn't openly sought the girls' help over his own. But still, this was Draco Malfoy they were talking about. Though he was a changed man, he was still their childhood tormentor. He had been meaner to Hermione more than anyone else amongst the three. "Did it have to be Malfoy though, Mione?"
"Well it's not like I specifically chose him or anything, Harry" Hermione scoffed, pushing herself away from the desk to walk to the filing cabinet and search for a document. "It just happened. We work in the same department and see each other constantly. Plus, he's Malfoy. He's charming, cute, and witty. And he voices just makes me-"
"Alright, alright, spare me the details," Harry cut in. His face looked like he had eaten a vomit flavored Bertie Bott's bean. He had not come into Hermione office this morning thinking he'd have to hear sensual things about Draco Malfoy's voice. "What did you mean you didn't want anyone of us to know? How long have the two of you been seeing each other?"
Hermione closed the cabinet and sat in front of him again. She looked down at her hands as she answered him. "We aren't seeing each other," she said quietly but rushed to continue when she looked upon Harry's scandalized expression, "but I'm trying to change that! That's what Luna and Ginny were doing at my house". She spent the next few minutes explaining what had happened during dinner at the Burrow the week previously and up until Luna and Ginny had left her apartment last night.
"So, you're going to pursue Malfoy…?" Harry asked, slowly absorbing everything Hermione had just told him. "How?"
"Well, I haven't quite worked everything out but I'm starting out small. And I initially wasn't going to tell anyone about this, thinking I would just get over him. But Luna and Ginny are very… convincing" she replied. Harry snorted in agreement. He knew exactly how convincing Ginny could be.
"Well, you've always been one to dictate how you want to live your life and if this is something you want to do then I won't stand in your way. Just don't bloody ask me to help you hook up with Malfoy," he said, scrunching his face. Hermione laughed and let out a sigh. She hadn't realized just how much Harry's approval had meant to her.
She walked around her desk and hugged her best friend. "Thanks Harry! I wish Ronald was this understanding sometimes" she laughed.
"Yeah… you may want to wait until this actually works out to tell him. I don't know how he'll take to you pursuing Malfoy," he replied warily. Both nodded to each other and they silently agreed to wait to tell Ron Weasley.
"Alright, I have to get back to the Auror's department. I only dropped by to make sure you were alright," he said, walking to the door. "See you later, Hermione".
Hermione went back to her desk to start looking over the paperwork again before a silver patronus burst into her office. It had the shape of a majestic white tiger and she didn't have to guess whose it was. Only one man would have such an aristocratic animal.
"Granger, I don't know what brought about this change in you but I hope it sticks. Would you like to grab some coffee?" said the voice. That voice would be the death of her yet.
For the next two weeks, the two continued their tirade. They would flirt and there was definitely a lot more "accidental" touching. Although they had coffee and lunch together quite often, he still had not asked her out for dinner. Lunch was fine and all, but it did not provide the same environment for things such as a kiss like dinner did.
Maybe she wasn't being entirely clear with what she wanted. She had never done this before. She had no idea what to do.
"Maybe you should just tell him what you want. That you want him for more than just colleagues," suggested Ginny.
"Well how do I do that? Isn't he supposed to pick up on it by now?" retorted Hermione.
The girls were all lounging about in Hermione's apartment the night of the 22, just two days before Fleur and Bill's wedding. They had picked to do the 24th as their wedding instead of the 25th, just so everyone would be able to sleep in the day after and open presents. How considerate of them.
By now, Angelina and Katie knew about the plan as well. There was no sense in hiding it as Hermione needed all the help she could get. The women were all gracious enough to keep it from the boys though, for which Hermione was most appreciative of. They were, currently, all seated or laying around her fire place in their pajamas and sharing bottles of wine.
"Men can be pretty thick, Mione. And don't forget, he's also Draco Malfoy. Even if he did pick up on it by now, he might just be waiting for you to be comfortable enough. You two do have a rather rough history," offered Luna as an explanation. Could that be it? Could Malfoy just not want to be pushing her?
"I think you should show him," said Katie, "Women are always waiting for men to make the first move. I think you should just go at it and let him know what you want from him".
"I agree, Hermione. It's the 21st century for Merlin's sake. You should be able to let him know how you feel and what your aspirations are," Angelina piped up from her position on the floor.
"But how will I go about doing that without scaring him off?" wondering Hermione. She knew some men could be easily put off by a go-getter type of woman, and Hermione Granger was especially known for being a rather successful witch.
The women sat around and thought.
"Ladies, I have the perfect plan," said Ginny finally. "Katie, would you pass me that silver circular thing that says "Merry Christmas" and "Mariah Carey" on it?"
Bill and Fleur's wedding had been beautiful. Fleur was ever the gorgeous bride and Bill had not stopped smiling since seeing his future wife descend down the aisle. Hermione could only wish her wedding day would be as splendid as this.
Currently, everyone was gathered around at the reception and the bride and groom were having their first dance. It was now 5 PM in the afternoon and the sun was setting in the background. Luckily they had cast spells to keep the tent warm. The wedding had been held in the Weasley's backyard.
Many people had been invited for the event. Hermione could see Dean, Seamus, and Blaise shamelessly flirting with a few of the Fleur's veela relatives, who did not seem to mind the attention from the British wizards. Malfoy was standing with Ron and Harry and discussing who-knows-what. Probably quidditch, she guessed. The twins were laughing in the background, most likely at the expense of some poor witch or wizard. Then, a loud bang was heard as Percy fell over from his chair. Little sparks could be seen popping loudly on his seat cushion and little Teddy Lupin was seen running away towards the twins and giving them each a high-five. Mrs. Weasley stomped over to her twins and gave them a proper yelling before they gave her the rest of the booming pebbles but Hermione suspected that it would not be the last of them for the night.
Hermione was sitting at one of the tables with the bridesmaids. Ginny, Luna, Katie, and Angelina had all been bridesmaids since they were the part of the Weasley clan, or would soon be anyway. Hermione was more than happy to just sit down to watch the ceremony as the butterflies in her stomach would have prevented her from standing without fainting.
Instead of the lavender dresses of the bridesmaids, she wore a deep red gown that fell straight all the way to the floor. It was backless but was covered with lace and the front of the gown has a low, yet conservative dip to just show a hint of cleavage. The skirt of the gown was of pure silk. Out of the corner of her eyes, she had noticed Malfoy staring at her often throughout the ceremony. He, himself, was dressed impeccably as expected in his best robes. He looked very handsome, it made her feel weak at the knees.
As the first dance was coming to an end, couples started to make their way to the dance floor, leaving Hermione to watch on and silently sip her wine. A few seconds later, a hand was presented to her and she looked up to see Draco Malfoy looking at her expectantly. She smiled at him, took his hand, and followed his lead to the dance floor.
"Nice dress, Granger," he complimented her, "I thought the bride was supposed to be the most beautiful on her wedding day. You clearly proved this tradition wrong." He skillfully spun her around before pulling her back into his chest.
Hermione blushed at his words and her heart soared. "Thank you," she said quietly, "you look dashing yourself, Malfoy".
"Well, of course I do. I'm a Malfoy, we're always dashing," he said cheekily. Hermione rolled her eyes at that and just chuckled.
"That you are, Draco, that you are," she said. He looked at her in shock.
"You called me, Draco," he said.
"Well, that's your name, isn't it?"
"Yes, but you never call me that"
"Should I not call you Draco then?"
"No! No, I'm just surprised is all. I like it when you call me Draco," he admitted. Then, he bent his neck to speak into her ears and lowered his voice, "It's what I expect you'd say when I'd make you scream for it."
Hermione jaw dropped at his uncensored words and his frank use of them. His words had had their desired effect as she felt heat pool in her belly and she softly moaned into his ears. Malfoy chuckled at her reaction and straightened up so that no one would suspected anything out of the ordinary.
At least now she knew that he had indeed picked up on her hints from the office. Hmph, so he had been playing with her all this time, making her think that she was not getting through to him. Well, now she'd make him suffer. At least for a little bit.
"Well, I don't know about that Malfoy. I'm not a woman to just sleep with anyone," she said, jutting her chin out in defiance.
"Oh, believe me, Granger, I know you're not," was all he said.
"Good to know that you're not a complete idiot and that you know what I want," she said in a lighter air.
"And what is it that you want, Hermione?" he said in a silky smooth voice. His hand was now resting against her lower back and his grip on her hand had tightened. She pressed her body tightly against his.
She looked up at him in a sultry way, something Katie had shown her to do. "You'll find out soon enough" she whispered to him just as the song ended. She stepped away from him and offered him a smile before walking back to her party. She knew he was watching her and added a little extra sway in her hips.
Apparently the girls had all been watching the duo and were eager to know what had transpired between the two. Hermione filled them in as discreetly as possible so that they wouldn't all start jumping up and down like a bunch of teenagers. It was almost time for the bit they had prepared for the wedding. They felt bad using Fleur and Bill's wedding as the setting to pair up Hermione with Malfoy but hopefully no one would know other than the five ladies and Malfoy.
Suddenly Mr. Weasley's voice could be heard as he amplified it. "Thank you everyone for coming out for the wedding of our eldest son and new daughter-in-law. We hope you're all enjoying yourself. Tonight, we have a performance to celebrate all the love and Christmas tomorrow! Please welcome Hermione Granger!"
Hermione could feel blood gushing through her ears as her heart adopted a frantic pace in response to the nervousness she felt. She felt a hand on her arm and saw Ginny giving her a reassuring smile. Hermione nodded as she slowly made her way to the stage followed by Ginny and Luna. Angelina and Katie gave her a big thumbs up in support and Hermione smiled to them.
Her eyes then connected with Malfoy, who was staring at her intently. All she did was grin at him and send him a playful wink, which in turn led him to smirk at her. She walked up to the front of the stage and used her wand to amplify her voice like Mr. Weasley had done.
"Hello everyone, I hope you're all enjoying the night," she started. Everyone cheered and beckoned her on. "First, I'd like to say congratulations to the bride and groom. I hope your future is beautiful and bright and that you love lives on forever!" The crowd erupted into cheer again and many toasted to the blushing and smiling newlyweds.
"So today I'd like to perform a song for you that encompassed love and this beautiful holiday season we are having. Feel free to sing along if you might know the words. It's a muggle song, so just dance along if you don't know them!" she laughed. People in the audience laughed and some couples and children made their way to the dance floor. She had brought her music player with her to provide the background music. Luna and Ginny would be singing back-up for her, which made her feel a little less nervous having their support.
She focused her gaze on Malfoy as the song started.
"I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true oh
All I want for Christmas is you
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need, and I
Don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow, and I
I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click
'cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Oh, Baby all I want for Christmas is you
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me
The one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me quickly
I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
All I want for Christmas is you, baby"
Hermione had wavered little from her gaze on Draco during the entirety of the song and had forgotten other people had been in the room as he had held her gaze the entire time. She was brought back to reality when the crowd started applauding her and the twins could be heard whistling in the background. She blushed under the attention and walked back towards Ginny and Luna. They both hugged her and told her she had done a fantastic job. Later, Bill and Fleur came up for her and thanked her for her excellent performance.
She looked over back at Malfoy and saw that he was now talking to a few of the veela girls. Her heart broke and she quickly turned away, not wanting anyone to see the tears forming in her eyes. Ginny seemed to have notice and hugged her, telling her that it would be alright. She should have known that Malfoy had been playing her. He was a flirt, he always had been and he was probably laughing at having Hermione Granger pursue him. She refused to look at him for the rest of the night. The girls had tried to cheer her up but even Fred and George's pranks on the some of the veela guests couldn't brighten her mood.
Though she did her best to maintain a brave face and smile to everyone, she could not keep the façade up longer. After saying her goodbyes, she made herself over to Harry and Ron. "Alright boys, I'm off" she said.
"What? But it's only 10:30! Come on, Mione. It's Christmas Eve, you've got to stay longer," whined a little-tipsy Harry. Ron remained silent beside him.
"I know Harry, but I'm not feeling well. I just want to go home," she said, not wanting to argue with a drunken Harry Potter.
"Is this about Malfoy?" said Ron finally. Both Harry and Hermione turned to look at him but neither knew what to say. "What? How daft do you think I am? I work at the ministry too. There have been rumors and I think Mione's performance tonight was a confirmation since she kept staring at him. And then she's gone on avoiding him for the rest of the night. Come on, give me some credit," he said.
Hermione and Harry just gaped at their ginger friend who had been always seen as rather unaware of his surroundings. It seems Luna had an even bigger influence on him than they had known. Hermione could not believe that he was not blowing up in her face for being interested in the former Slytherin. Ron really had matured.
"You're not upset?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"I was a bit when I heard the rumors. And then I saw you two getting lunch a few times. I saw the way you looked at him. I was upset that you weren't the one to tell me, but then Luna talked me down. She told me how you were scared of what I would think, so I eventually accepted it. Can't help who you like now can you?" he said. Luna Lovegood was a bloody lifesaver. She would need to send her some flowers for tempering Ron.
"Wow, Ron. That's really mature of you. Good on you, man," said Harry, giving Ron a pat on the shoulder. Hermione then hugged the red-head for being so understanding.
"Shut up, Harry. Plus, Malfoy isn't as bad as he used to be. He's a decent bloke when he isn't being a git," Ron said. They all laughed at that.
"So, Mione, is Ron right? Are you leaving because of Malfoy?" asked Harry.
Hermione wanted to cry when she remembered what she had seen. "Yes. I cannot believe that insufferable arse! I bloody show him my feelings and he goes flirting with those bloody veela whores!" she cried. She had never been so humiliated and hurt in her life.
"Whoa there! Hermione Granger cursing! Someone alert the Daily Prophet!" said a voice from behind the boys. They turned and saw, who else, but Draco Malfoy leaning against a pillar. He looked amused but his eyes told another story. If Hermione were to pick an emotion, she'd say he looked hurt. But for all she knew, he was just trying to confuse her even more.
Hermione wanted to throw her nastiest hex at the man but thought it better to not ruin Fleur and Bill's wedding. Instead, she hastily hugged her boys and walked out into the night with the intentions of returning to her cat and eating a lot of ice cream. However, it would seem that someone else had different plans.
All of a sudden she felt a hand grab her arm and she felt the sensation of being sucked into a tube. A second later she landed on wood floors inside a lavish apartment. She ripped herself away from her kidnapper and drew her wand against the throat of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy! What the fuck do you think you're doing? You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed, not lowering her wand. Malfoy grabbed her arm and skillfully twisted it around and held it against her back, her body now facing away from him and she could feel his breath on her ear.
"Now, you listen to me, Granger. I'm going to let you go and we're going to talk. You're not going to run from me like you did back there at the wedding," he said in his low voice. She slightly nodded her head and felt him release her wrist. She turned around and slapped him.
"And that's for scaring me you bloody idiot," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Damn, you bint, that hurt! I only just wanted to talk to you and I knew you wouldn't listen to me there. Plus, I'm pretty sure you'd just apparate away before I got one decent word in," he said, stepping away from her and walking further into the apartment.
Normally, Hermione would stop and enjoy the extravagance of the beautiful apartment but right now she was seething. "And what makes you so confident that I won't apparate away right now?"
"Because my wards wouldn't let you. You are a stranger to them and they won't recognize your authority. So unless you do want to get home at some point, you'd better listen to me then," he retorted calmly. He was pouring himself a drink from his bar. "Would you like something to drink?"
Hermione was beginning to see red. "No, I would NOT like a drink. I would like to go home!"
"Well I've already told you that you won't be able to do that until you've heard me out. So you can either stand there and fume or sit down so we can have a decent conversation, like adults." He sat down on one of his luxurious couches and motioned her to sit down next to him.
She stomped over to the couch across from him and sat down stiffly, glaring at him all the while. "Well get on with it then."
Malfoy had the audacity to roll his eyes. "I don't even know what you were talking about back there with Weasley. I wasn't flirting with any veelas."
"Oh, rubbish. I saw you flirting with them when I was talking to Bill and Fleur after my performance," she said, turning away to look at the wall, not trusting herself to not break down in front of him if she continued to see his face.
"Oh, those women? They came up to me. I said I was not interested. End of story," he said. Like she was gullible enough to believe that. "I tried talking to you or catching your eye for the rest of the night but you wouldn't even look at me. How was I supposed to know what you had seen and thought if you wouldn't even spare me a glance?"
Hermione moved her gaze onto him and tried to read his expression. He seemed to look genuine and maybe she had been quick to jump the gun. Damn her insecurities. Just as she was about to let go of her anger, he, of course, had to go ruin the moment.
"But even if I was, it's not like I'm your boyfriend for you to care," he said. He smirked his Slytherin smirk.
Hermione felt her eyebrow twitch in annoyance. "Forget this Malfoy, I'm going to blow up a bloody hole in your wall and apparate out. Screw you and your wards, I don't have to listen to this," she said, grabbing her wand and heading to the nearest exit with every intention of blowing a hole through it. She heard footsteps behind her and was suddenly shoved against the wall next to her.
"Why must you always be so stubborn and never stick around to listen to what I have to say? Always running off when you get uncomfortable or unhappy. You're going to listen to me, Hermione. I said I wasn't your boyfriend. I didn't say I didn't want to be," he said, huffing and puffing after his little speech.
Hermione stood still. She didn't know what to say. The man that she had been crushing on for a quite some time now just said he wanted to be her boyfriend. "Are you messing with my head? I'm not one of the women you string along, Draco," she said, softly.
"I don't want you to be. I like you because of you. You're real and an amazing woman. You're beautiful, passionate, strong, independent, and so god damn sexy. You want something, you go and take it. You don't wait around for things to be handed to you. You work hard for everything you care about, and that's a kind of woman I want in my life. I want you. I've wanted you for a very long time, Granger" he said. Hermione was so moved by his words that she started to well up a little. "Now, what I really want to know is, did you mean what you sang?" he chuckled.
She too laughed but nodded her head. "Every word."
"Well then, Hermione Granger, would you do like to be my girlfriend?"
And there it was. The question she been longing to hear since she started this tirade. She may have been the one pursuing him, but she was little old fashion when it came to the "asking out" portion.
"Why yes, Draco Malfoy, I would like that."
She didn't even have time to react when Draco suddenly kissed her. His lips were warm and soft. She felt his tongue nudge against her lips and she sighed into the kiss as she opened her mouth.
He pressed her against the wall as he continued to kiss her. He let go of her wrists and she brought them around his neck to hold him against her. They made their way to the couch, staying lip-locked as they moved. She sat him down and placed herself onto his lap before kissing him again. He rubbed her back as she moved her hands into his hair and explored the planes of his chest.
He broke the kiss to say, "I know we just got together but if you keep doing that, we might end up doing something that you might regret later."
"What makes you think I'd regret it? Do you think you're the only one who's wanted this for a long time?" she asked. So what if they had just become a couple. She had known him for a good majority of her life. It's not like he was a stranger. He certainly didn't need to be told twice.
He placed one hand under her knees and another around her body as she continued to kiss him. He maneuvered them through his apartment until he came up his bedroom door. No turning back now. She looked into his eyes and turned the knob so that he could walk the two of them into the room.
His room was dark, but she used her wand to flick on the lights as his hands were momentarily occupied. The room was not very decorated but it seemed to suit his personality. There was a large king-sized bed in the middle with satin green sheets, a large bookshelf to the side of the room that was stocked to the brim with books, some of which she had never even seen. She couldn't wait to go through them, if he would let her. There were two doors, one that she assumed led to a bathroom and another to a closet. There were no pictures or items in the room that gave it any homey qualities. But then again, he was not very open about his emotions, so it did not surprise her.
He slowly and gently placed her back on her feet and turned her around. He kissed alongside her neck as he dragged down the zipper to her dress, holding her body to him. She entwined her fingers with the hand wrapped around her abdomen and places her other hand on his head as he sucked a particular pleasure point on her neck. She breathed heavily, feeling the heat pool between her thighs and the hardening of his member against her ass.
Once he reached the limits of the zipper, his hands span the expanses of her back to work the dress down her arms until it falls neatly to the ground in a pile of lace and silk. She stepped out of her heels, clad only in her knickers to face him. She peeked out from under her lashes to see his expression and what she saw gave her the confidence she needed to keep going.
"Bloody hell, Granger, you're perfect," he said. He could only stare at her plump and full breasts and hour-glass figure. And she was sporting green lace knickers to completely embrace this precious holiday. She was not too thin like a supermodel nor was she by any means fat. She was exquisite.
She reached for his tie and pulled him down for another heated kiss. She worked the tie off of him and started to move them towards the bed. Once the back of his legs hit the bed, she sat him down and removed his belt while he kissed down her neck and the top of her chest. When she was done removing his belt, he nudged off his shoes and socks before pulling her onto the bed. He settled between her legs and kissed her. He massaged her breasts while continuing to kiss her before leaning down and flicking the sensitive nubs with his tongue. She cried out at the sensation, which spurred him to do it again.
Listening to the sounds she was making made him harder than ever. He was about to reach down to her knickers when she locked her legs around his hips and rolled them over so that now she was on top. She settled onto his abdomen, leaning down to his eye to whisper "not yet."
She kissed him hard and started working on the buttons of his shirt. She broke the kiss to lick and bite down his neck, paying extra attention in some places. Once she was done with the buttons, she kissed her way across his chest before removing the shirt completely. He wasn't much built but was nicely toned. Probably from playing quidditch. She looked right at him as she adjusted her position to sit atop his hardened member. She grinded against him as both closed their eyes at the amazing sensation. He looked up to see her with her head thrown back while she massaged her own breasts.
When he could no longer handle her teasing, he said, "Granger, if you don't want me to grab you right now and fuck you, you'd better stop."
Hermione just smiled at him but heeded his words. So instead, she reached for the button and zipper of his pants. Once freed of the confinements of his pants and boxers, his impressive length greeted her and she looked upon it in wonderment. 'That is supposed to fit inside me? That's insane'.
"Oh no, Granger, it'll fit. Believe me," he said, practically reading her mind. She licked her lips at the sight of his arousal and tentatively licked his head, which caused him to hiss in pleasure. She did it again to the same reaction. Then, she took him within her mouth and started sucking him off. She used her hands to massage the parts she could not fit into her mouth.
She kept at it until he was close and she could tell because his breathing had become more erratic. To push him over the edge, she hummed at the back of her throat and he lost it. He exploded into her mouth, shooting his cum down her throat and she greedily drank every drop. He panted as he recovered from his orgasm and flipped her onto her back.
"Now it's my turn to taste you," he said huskily. He worked his way down her body, licking and sucking her breasts as he went until he reached the top of her knickers. He pressed a finger against her womanhood and could already feel how soaked she was. "My, my, someone has been very naughty. Do you want to come, Hermione?"
"Oh god, yes, Draco. Make me come," she breathed out. His touch was so hot and she wanted him to relieve the ache between her legs. He rubbed his finger down the slit of her womanhood through her knickers before finally removing the obstructing clothing. He looked upon her core and knelt down.
He looked up at her face before giving her a long lick with his tongue. She groaned against him, she reached her hand down to the top of his head to encourage him. He continued his ministrations on her, torturing her before sliding a long finger inside of her. Hermione buckled beneath him and started to thrust against his fingers. He added another digit and another, preparing her for himself as he felt his erection harden as she made the most sensual of noises under his touch.
"Draco, Dra-, Draco! I'm going to come," she panted. Her fingers fisted around his sheets as she felt the peak of pleasure rising within her.
"Come, come for me, Granger. Say my name. Scream my name," he said, becoming more and more turned on. He sucked on her pearl as his fingers moved in and out of her at faster rate.
He pushed her over the edge and she came hard onto his fingers and screamed "Dracoooooooo!"
He was hard as rock and stroked himself as he saw her orgasm. She saw him looking at her and she blushed a little. He then aligned himself to enter her when she stopped him.
"Wait, I want to be on top," she said. Shy as she was, she liked being a little dominant in the bedroom.
"Why am I not surprised?" Draco chuckled.
Draco rolled them over so that now she was sitting atop him again. She looked down at him as she guided him inside of her and closed her eyes at the phenomenal sensation of being stretched. Luckily, she was very well lubricated for her previous orgasm. He was large for sure but he was right, it did fit.
"Fuck, Granger, you feel good," he said. She just smiled and opened her eyes to see him.
She leaned over and entwined their fingers again and placed their joined hands above his head before starting to move. They both moaned as she started to ride him harder. Draco lifted his hips to meet her thrust for thrust and Hermione maintained her weight with the support of his hands.
Before long, she began to feel the rise of another peak and panted harder.
"Draco, I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" was all she could get out before Malfoy sat up and pushed her onto her back and started driving into her harder than she had been riding him. But that was exactly what she needed to push her over the edge and she came for a second time that night.
As she was coming down from cloud nine, Draco somehow managed to get her onto all fours before pushing himself inside her again and pounding into her. All Hermione could do was hang on as she was still overwhelmed with the effects of her recent orgasm. Draco continued to drive into her until his body went rigid and he came inside of her in short gasps before slumping over, careful not to crush her under his weight.
He reached over to grab his wand in his pants and cast a contraceptive charm over her before laying back down on the bed. Hermione cuddled into the crook of his neck and he wrapped his arm around her to pull her in.
"That was fantastic," he said, smiling like a fool. Hermione chuckled but hummed in agreement. They both took a few moments to bask in the warmth of their love-making.
"You know, you never did tell me why you were acting so forward at the Weasley's dinner that one day," she said, after a moment of silence.
He didn't respond for a minute, and she began to think that he had perhaps drifted off. She was about to look up to check when he slowly replied, "I couldn't help it. You just looked so beautiful that day. I kept looking at you while we were playing quidditch but then for a moment, I saw you look at me too. I already told you I've been wanting to be with you for a while. I'm not exactly sure when. I started coming around your office more and I started to pick up on a few of your habits. You would get jealous every time I would flirt with one of your secretaries. Oh yes, I noticed. You'd have a new one every few weeks. Quite amusing, your jealousy is.
So, when I saw you on that November morning and the way you looked at me while you were talking to Lovegood, I thought maybe I would push it a little further. I couldn't do that at work without you blowing up at me. But anyway, you bolted so fast that I thought maybe not," he finished, chortling as he recalled how she ran out of the Weasley home.
She couldn't believe how much Draco was opening up to her already. She had always assumed him to be rather aloof when he wasn't joking around and flirting, but he was rather very thoughtful. Hermione remembered the way he had touched her that night at the Burrow and the way he had looked at her from the doorway of the house as she left. She did have a record for running away now that she looked back on it.
"I wanted to talk to you about it but you expertly avoided me for a solid week. I didn't want what I did to ruin everything that I had worked for. Then, I decided to confront you in your office so you would have nowhere to run but then you were acting so differently. And then, well, you know everything that happened. Then, you started responding to me more and it gave me hope. But I didn't want to push you in case you tried to bolt again. Mind you, I thoroughly enjoyed the change, but what prompted you to act so boldly?" he inquired.
Hermione chuckled and said, "Ginny and Luna. They pretty much forced me into that outfit that day in the office. They knew that I had started to have feelings for you and decided to take it upon themselves to be more seductive. They really wanted me to at least try to be with you."
"Really? Weaselette and Lovegood, ey? Remind me to treat them to the spa for their hard work, it completely paid off," he said in an utterly serious tone, but she knew him to be jesting.
She wacked him on the chest and turned her face into his neck to hide. "Oh, shut up you."
He laughed and looked over at the clock so see that it was now 12:30.
"Merry Christmas Granger. It seems you got your Christmas present a little early but received it nonetheless," he smiled down at her before giving her a peck on her lips. "Seems I got what I want too."
Hermione smiled at him, "Merry Christmas, Draco. What did you want for Christmas?"
He looked out his window to see that it was now snowing and turned back to her. "All I want for Christmas is you."
Why hello there again! I hope you enjoyed my first complete story! As I said, this was my first smut story so please leave me a review telling me what you thought about it. What you liked, disliked. Constructive criticism is very important to me. I would also like to take this moment to thank everyone who reviewed for my first chapter, they were oh so helpful and I really pushed myself to finish this story for you guys! I would like to especially shout out to Ramyfan! I definitely changed my perception of Hermione and Draco because of you. Although they didn't stray too far from what I wanted, there were some key differences for me. Anyway, I read each and every one of my reviews, so leave me one! Thanks so much for your patience :) 3