A/N: Weeee, okay, so I'm back from the land of NaNoWriMo, with a completed novel that I have to say is absolutely fantastical! I'm very proud of it, only some minor tweaking, some more filler scenes, and a bit more character development and I've got one heck of a novella. I know a bit of a cliff-hanger at the end of that chapter, but you know me, I'm the queen of cliff-hangers. It happens. Chapter 16.

Hermione hummed to herself as she cleaned up plates from the great room. The fire was just smoldering ash at the point and everyone else in the house was asleep. Except Draco who had just finished showing her parents to their room. He came back down the stairs, slipping his shoes off at the front door, before going into the great room and taking some of the dishes that were precariously perched on her arms.

Hermione noticed that he was in an extremely good mood for some reason. "What happened?"

" What do you mean?" he asked as he set the charm in the sink for them to scrub themselves. Mr. Granger had agreed!

"Your in a good mood." she said sitting up on the counter.

"I've got good reason to be in a good mood." he said walking over to her and setting his palms down on the counter on either side of her. He kissed her softly. She brought her hands up around his neck.

Just as he was starting to trail his kisses down her neck did she hear the faint cough from behind them. She stopped him and turned around to see Tonks standing there. "Wotcher, just wanted some water." she said, struggling not to laugh.

Hermione giggled and slid off of the counter. "Good night Tonks," she said walking towards the door. She pushed it open and disappeared behind it. Draco sighed and turned his attention back to the dishes which were about halfway done.

"Your bitten." said Tonks, coming to sit on the counter beside Draco.

"Bitten?" asked Draco.

"Your in love, Draco." said Tonks, sipping her water.

" I know."

"Anything in mind?" she asked curious.

"Maybe." he said, waving his wand one more time, making the now clean plates, dry and fly to their places. "G'night Tonks." he said walking out the door in which Hermione had disappeared through only a minute before.

He found her upstairs pulling the covers down from the large master bedroom. The room itself was painted a bright and cheery yellow. You would figure that it would be dark green, but no the light wood make it seem very cheerful. The hardwood floors were covered in large area rugs making it seem very homey. She smiled when he walked in and shut the door behind him. He stretched his arms to the sky as she walked to the end of the bed and began digging through her trunk, which she hadn't bothered to unpack.

Sitting on the bed, Draco took off his socks and pulled his turtleneck off baring his pale chest, while Hermione, with no modesty whatsoever, pulled off her shirt over her head, revealing the blue lacy bra that she'd put on in the morning to match the dark shirt she was wearing. "I'm exhausted." She said undoing her belt at the waist of her jeans, before bending over again to fold the blue sweater.

Draco walked behind her, his feet making no noise on the carpet and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gasped lightly at first but then allowed herself to be cradled against his body, the warmth of his chest soothing the ache in her back that had developed sometime between cutting potatoes for dinner and yelling at the boys.

He reached up and moved her hair, which she'd let down as soon as she walked into the room, to kiss her neck. For a few moments she allowed herself to be ravished by Draco, until she came to her senses. "Draco, stop."

"Why?" he asked and went back to kissing it, working his way up her neck.

"Everyone is here, what if someone walks in on us?"

Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door, after locking it, he placed an anti-alohamora charm on it. "No they won't."

She turned around and started to kiss him back as he held onto her tighter. "What about my parents, Draco? What if they hear us?" Hermione said pulling back as Draco picked her up off of her feet and wrapping her still jean clad legs around his waist.

"Oh well," he said kissing her on her chin.

"It's no oh well," she said pushing back from him. "Seriously, how awkward would that be for my father to walking down the hallway for a glass of water to hear animal noises coming from the room they know is ours?"

"Hermione, it's not like they expect us to share a room and not have sex." he said matter-of-factly.

"It's still awkward." she said, but she soon forgot about it.

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Hermione was awoken by the crack of dawn by someone, Fred or George Weasley, running, screaming down the hallway. "Wake up everyone! It's Christmas!" Then they were heard thundering down the stairs.

Hermione groaned. She was still tired from the day before, and the night that just passed, but she knew that she should get up and stop Fred/George/The Weasley Twins from ripping through everyone's presents.

She moved the arm that was around her waist and quickly got dressed in the pajama's she'd brought the night for the night before but never got to wear. They were green plaid pants, paired with a red tank top. She pulled out her old Gryffindor robe and donned it before grabbing Draco's clothes, which consisted of green sweat pants and a darker green t-shirt, and some boxers of course, and threw them at him. "Get up, sleepy pants."

"Idunwanna," was what Hermione heard from Draco's pillow.

"I'll give you a kiss," she said seductively.

"Bleck." he said snuggling further down into his down pillow.

"I'll give you a repeat performance of last night." she said moving closer to him, rubbing his shoulder.

"Maybe later," he said pulling the covers up over his shoulder

Hermione sighed in frustration,"Come on, or Fred or George, or possibly Ron, will open your presents." she said slipping on slippers.

"Presents!?" Draco said sitting straight up. "That's right! It's Christmas! Hermione, why didn't you say so in the first place?!" he asked while putting on his boxers, then his pants very quickly.

"Oh yeah, that'll get you up." Hermione said walking towards their door.

Just as she pushed the great double doors open, Draco darted past her, pulling his shirt on.

She sighed as he, in front of her parents, slid down the railing to the bottom floor, falling off at the end. He scrambled up and all but dove on the presents. This earned a chuckle from her mother and a down right laugh from her father.

All around her people were waking up. The Weasley's (including Fred and George's respective girlfriends), Longbottoms, Harry, Lindsay and Luna were all filing out of hiding, yawning and dawning robes.

Hermione skipped down the stairs quickly, and walked into the living room where Draco, Fred and George were making short work of sorting their presents out from everyone elses. The pile was massive. On the other side Tonks and Moody walked into the room carefully balancing cups and saucers on a tray, well, Moody was anyway, while Tonks managed not to be clumsy when following with large pots of coffee and morning tea.

Hermione laughed and figured this was something that all kids, wizard or muggle, went through, especially the boys. It was Christmas. Finally.

She sat down on the couch as the boys sorted the presents, and took a cup of coffee. Draco, finally remembering his manners, took over control of the house again, like he was supposed to. He gently pushed the other guys away and began to dish out the numerous presents.

Needless to say Mr. Weasley got a load of Muggle stuff, the best provided by Hermione's parents, a book on how to wire a light socket. They had been horrified when Hermione told them what Mr. Weasley wanted, but they trusted her and were now surprised that Mr. Weasley, not asking what they were thinking, was instead deeply studying the book with it's diagrams and pictures. Fred and George got ingredients, much to Mrs. Weasley's dismay, and everyone got a traditional Weasley sweater (which must have taken Mrs. Weasley months to make) and some fudge.

Hermione's parents got a various number of contraptions they didn't know the use off, but Hermione promised to teach them.

Soon all the presents were gone from underneath the tree, but still everyone was looking around, anxiously, like they were waiting for something. Hermione herself got up and peered underneath the tree. "I'm sorry everyone, it looks like the fun is over. All the presents have been opened."

"Not all of them." Said Draco from behind her.

She turned around to look at him. She stood up, "What are you talking about Draco?" she asked, almost laughing. "There's nothing left."

"No, my dear Hermione, your right. There isn't anything left under the tree, but there is one more thing to give."

She wrinkled her nose. "What?"

"Hermione," he said, he gulped. Shakily he got down on one knee. He saw Hermione's eyes go big. He took one of her hands, the one that wasn't being held to her mouth. She began to breath heavily. "Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?" he asked, fumbling for a minute with the box he held. It almost slipped out of his hand.

"Oh my god," she said softly, looking at the ring. Around them all the family was waiting for her answer. Apparently it had gotten around the house, through the grapevine, that Draco was going to ask her. "Of course. Yes!" she said taking her hand away from her mouth.

They cheered as Draco, now with a huge smile on his face, stood up and placed the ring on her finger. A camera flash went off, followed by smoke. Hermione took one look at the ring, a tasteful platinum band with a single diamond inset into it, and threw her arms around Draco, hugging him close.

A/N: Eh, not bad considering my fingers still throb from NaNo. Did anyone else do NaNoWriMo? Let me know! Kudos to...

dragonqween27

dreamcatcher27 (aka Olivia)

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