A/N – The third part of this story will be posted sometime after the New Year. At the minute I'm currently absorbed in another story, but I'll try and get the last part of this done after the holidays.
I'd also like to say a very big thank you for all the wonderful reviews and support I've had from people this year. I hope people continue to read my stories as I have several more already written and ready to post, and I have hundreds more ideas I'm dying to write.
For now I hope people enjoy this chapter and I'd like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Christmas Eve.
Hermione and the girls spent most of Christmas Eve preparing for the party that night. Hermione and Draco's house ended up elaborately decorated, the dining room table was piled with food and the kitchen was well stocked with drinks. While the girls got sorted and looked forward to the party, the boys sloped off to the pub where they spent the day grumbling. Despite the boys all being promised some action later on they all resented that they had to dress up.
When Draco returned from the pub, Hermione was just finishing up in the kitchen so she sent her husband to get ready. By the time Hermione entered the bedroom to get dressed herself, Draco was out of the shower and was looking at the Santa costume in disgust.
"Do I really have to wear this?" Draco asked as his wife entered the room.
"I've already told you, it's a fancy dress party you need an outfit." Hermione replied.
"Why does Christmas have to be the theme?" Draco grumbled. "I can think of a few other themes that wouldn't have me looking like a complete idiot, but every Christmas outfit is stupid."
"The theme is Christmas because it's Christmas." Hermione tutted. "We can always have more costume parties if you want to try a few of these other themes you can think of."
"I was thinking more along the lines of what my parents do on New Year's Eve." Draco replied. "There themes are always respectable, like this years masked renaissance ball."
"Stop complaining and get dressed." Hermione said. "I promise it will be worth it in the end."
"It bloody better be." Draco grumbled as Hermione sauntered into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
After a long shower, Hermione smothered herself in a shimmery body lotion and slipped into her underwear. Because of the nature of her dress Hermione had picked out a red set of silky underwear that consisted of a strapless bra and a skimpy pair of knickers. Throwing on her dressing gown, so that Draco didn't get a sneak peek at her lingerie, Hermione left the bathroom to get her outfit that she had kept hidden from Draco.
"What the hell?" Hermione stopped in shock as she entered the bedroom and saw Draco.
Draco was standing in the middle of the room wearing his outfit, but it was completely unrecognisable as the one she had left him with earlier. Instead of the suit being slightly baggy it was now tailored to fit Draco to perfection. But the most shocking thing was the suit was now Slytherin green, not Christmas red.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked, placing a green Santa hat on his head.
"What have you done?" Hermione asked.
"I've changed it." Draco shrugged. "I'm a Slytherin Santa."
"But you look nothing like Santa." Hermione argued. "You look like a bloody leprechaun."
"Nonsense." Draco snorted. "All I've done is change the colour and resized it. I haven't changed the style of the suit or any of the accessories." He added, pointing out the white furry trim on the suit and the black belt and boots that came with the outfit.
"That's not the point. You don't look like Santa any more. In fact you don't even look Christmassy." Hermione argued.
"This is my outfit, take it or leave it." Draco told his wife. "It's this or nothing."
Hermione briefly debated calling Draco's bluff and refusing to let him wear the outfit. However she knew her husband and knew he wouldn't think twice about entering the party stark naked just to get a reaction from her.
"I suppose it'll have to do." Hermione sighed. "But we won't match now."
"Good. Matching outfits are lame." Draco retorted. "Besides this way I'll be unique, I'll not have to worry about someone else showing up wearing the same thing."
"Wearing an outfit like that, the only time you would have to worry about a clash is St Patricks Day." Hermione muttered, moving past Draco and entering the walk in wardrobe to grab her own outfit.
After taking one final look at her husband, Hermione retreated into the bathroom to put on her own outfit. After slipping on the sexy red dress she added the socks and slipped into her heels, before doing her hair and make-up. Hermione let her long curls cascade down her back and kept her make-up to a minimum. Her jewellery was specially bought for the occasion and was a snowflake necklace, icicle earrings and a silver charm bracelet with several Christmas charms on.
Satisfied she was dressed to impress, Hermione re-emerged from the bathroom. Draco was now standing beside the window, looking at the snow beginning to fall. Clearing her throat, Hermione caught her husband's attention. Hermione smirked as Draco turned round and his mouth dropped open as he spotted her outfit.
"Do you like?" Hermione asked, walking over to her stunned husband.
"Very much." Draco responded, his grey eyes darkening with lust as they scanned over his wife's body.
"Is it what you wanted?" Hermione questioned, hoping she had picked the right outfit and that Draco wouldn't be wishing she was wearing something else after seeing the other girls.
"This is way better than I imagined." Draco said, pulling Hermione into his arms. "It's very sexy and I can't wait to show you how it's affecting me."
"I can already feel how it's affecting you." Hermione chuckled, brushing her hand over Draco's burgeoning erection.
"Maybe I have time to show you properly before the party." Draco suggested as his lips trailed over Hermione's neck.
Hermione tilted her head to give Draco better access, but after a few minutes she reluctantly stepped out of Draco's arms. The others would be arriving any time and as much as she would love to, they didn't have time for a quickie.
"Sorry." Hermione smiled at her disappointed husband. "We really don't have time now. We need to be downstairs for our guests arriving."
"You'll have to give me a minute." Draco said. "I can't exactly greet guests in my current state."
Hermione's eyes fell to Draco's crotch, and the outline of his impressive erection. "This wouldn't have been a problem if you hadn't changed the fit of the suit. The old style would have hidden it perfectly."
"I'll be fine in a few minutes." Draco argued.
"You better be, people will be arriving soon." Hermione said, turning and heading towards the bedroom door.
As she left the bedroom Hermione smirked as she distinctly heard Draco groaning from behind her. As she'd been leaving the room she had deliberately made sure her skirt had briefly risen up, giving her husband a glimpse of what was waiting for him. Hermione's little stunt had probably delayed Draco's arrival at the party a few minutes, but she knew he would turn up before long.
Hermione arrived downstairs just in time to catch Ginny and Blaise arriving. The couple were followed shortly be Theo and Daphne and George and Angelina. As the girls flitted about making sure everything was prefect Harry, Pansy, Ron and Luna arrived. Shortly after that a few other guests started arriving and Hermione noticed Draco slipping into the room.
"Hermione." Ron grabbed hold of his friend and pulled her to one side as the room began to fill up with their various friends. "What's up with Luna's outfit?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, finding Luna and seeing nothing untoward about her present outfit, apart from the fact it was the most unflattering thing she had ever seen.
"Why is my fiancée wearing a box when everyone else is wearing skimpy, sexy outfits?" Ron grumbled, trying not to stare as Daphne and Pansy sauntered past in their tiny costumes. "Even Narcissa is sexier than Luna."
"Don't say that too loud Ron, father might get jealous." Draco chuckled, coming up behind Hermione and wrapping his arms around his wife's waist.
"Funny." Ron rolled his eyes at the blond before turning his attention back to Hermione. "So, why is Luna dressed as a present and everyone else dressed sexily?"
"That's what she wanted." Hermione shrugged. "We tried to persuade her to go for an outfit more like ours, but she was determined she wanted to be a present."
"Why would anyone want to be a present?" Draco asked, looking at Ron in his long blue box outfit. "It's just stupid."
"And that's coming from the giant leprechaun." Ron laughed.
"I'm not a leprechaun, I'm a Slytherin Santa." Draco growled while Hermione laughed along with Ron.
"Sure you are." Ron laughed one final time before wandering into the crowd.
"Bloody Weasel, he's clearly blind." Draco muttered to himself as he watched Ron waddle away in his box.
Hermione smiled and shook her head at her husband. She didn't take offence at as his old nickname for Ron as it only ever came out when he was mad at him, plus Ron wasn't above resorting to calling Draco a ferret when he was annoyed with the blond.
"I did tell you, you looked like a leprechaun." Hermione said.
Draco scowled at his wife, before they were interrupted by Molly and Arthur saying hello. Arthur was dressed in an old fashioned Father Christmas outfit while Molly was wearing an old fashioned Mrs Clause outfit. The older Weasley's didn't comment on the young couple's outfits, although they both looked at Draco strangely and Arthur was very careful not to look any lower than Hermione's face. After a few minutes the older couple drifted off, minutes before Lucius and Narcissa appeared at the couple's side.
"What are you wearing Draco?" Narcissa asked her son, looking at his outfit in confusion.
"I'm a Slytherin Santa." Draco replied. "I don't wear red."
"I wish I'd thought of that." Lucius grumbled. He was wearing a red Santa suit and the only thing missing was the beard, which he had downright refused to wear as he claimed it made him look like Dumbledore.
"Maybe you can make some adjustments." Draco suggested to his father. "I can help you get the perfect shade of green for your suit."
"Don't even think about it." Narcissa warned, before Lucius even had a chance to open his mouth. "This elf only helps Santa wearing that exact costume, one change to it and you'll be dealing with yourself tonight. My talents will be strictly off the table."
"I suppose one night in red won't hurt." Lucius declared, not willing to anger Narcissa and go without the treats he had been promised earlier in the evening.
"Good Santa." Narcissa smiled, giving Lucius a peck on the cheek. "Oh look there's Angelina and George." She cried, getting distracted.
Hermione and Draco laughed as Narcissa hurriedly said goodbye and took off across the room in pursuit of George. Lucius watched his wife go with a shake of his head before he turned and headed in the opposite direction.
"How long do you think George can avoid mother?" Draco chuckled, watching as Narcissa arrived at Angelina's side only to find George had scarpered.
"Not long, the house isn't that big and your mother is a very determined woman." Hermione replied.
"Yeah, but George is pretty sneaky." Draco argued. "I bet he can keep mother at bay for a few hours."
"Whether he can or not, it should be fun watching." Hermione chuckled. "Honestly, I have no idea why he's so scared of Narcissa."
"Neither do I, but he really needs to get over it. Mother is rather fond of him for some reason and she won't rest until he doesn't flee at the sight of her." Draco said as the couple turned their attention away from Narcissa and George and greeted a few more of their friends.
An hour and a half later Hermione had left Draco drinking with the boys in the kitchen and she was standing talking to Angelina. Angelina was bemoaning the fact she couldn't drink but she was cheering herself up by telling Hermione about the absurd lengths George was going to in order to avoid Narcissa. Apparently George had spent fifteen minutes locked in the bathroom when he saw Narcissa approaching and he spent another ten minutes hiding under the bed in the spare room not long after that.
"Angelina, where is that husband of yours hiding?" Narcissa asked, approaching the two witches. "I've only seen him in the distance all evening."
"I'll go and find him." Angelina offered. "I think he was in the kitchen."
With an evil grin on her face Angelina went off to find George while Narcissa and Hermione chatted.
"You know, I think George is scared of me." Narcissa confided in her daughter-in-law.
"I think he is too." Hermione laughed. "He thinks you have a crush on him."
Narcissa looked surprised for a minute before bursting into laughter. "Oh, that's a good one, wait until I tell Lucius. Why exactly does he think that?"
"I think your forwardness freaks him out a bit." Hermione explained. "For some reason he seems to construe even the most innocent comment as a proposition of some sort."
"Should I change the way I talk to him?" Narcissa asked. "He's a nice boy, I don't want to scare him."
"Just carry on being yourself Narcissa. Honestly, its great fun to watch him squirm and we all get a kick out of it." Hermione said, smiling as she spotted a reluctant George being dragged over to them by Angelina.
"George, it's lovely to see you again." Narcissa beamed as Angelina and George approached.
"It's nice to see you too, Mrs Malfoy." George said, his eyes darting from side to side as he looked for an escape route.
Narcissa smirked at the rattled redhead and decided to have a bit of fun with him. "Please call me Narcissa. Or how about Cissa, only close friends call me that." As she was speaking she reached out and ran her hand over George's arm.
"Narcissa's fine." George squeaked.
"That's fine with me, just remember it in future." Narcissa replied. "I expect you to use it next week when I see you."
"Next week?" George looked at Angelina in a mixture of confusion and panic. "What's happening next week?"
"The New Year party at the Manor." Angelina told her husband. "I've told you about it several times. Narcissa's even helped me find the perfect outfits for us to wear."
"Outfits? Please say it isn't another costume party." George groaned. His elf outfit was pretty embarrassing and he didn't fancy dressing again in a hurry.
"Don't worry, it's a masked ball." Narcissa told the redhead. "Your outfit is a lovely suit. Although I do like your outfit tonight. You're an elf just like me, we make the perfect couple."
"Blaise is also an elf." George said, not wanting Narcissa to think he was an elf just to match her.
"Ooh, we'd be a nice threesome." Narcissa smirked, winking at George.
Hermione and Angelina burst out laughing at George's horrified face while Narcissa remained composed. When Narcissa started telling George of the fun they could have the following week at the Manor, Hermione excused herself. As she left Hermione chuckled to herself as she heard Narcissa promise to give George a personal tour of the Manor. She was pretty sure her mother-in-law was now deliberately flirting with George just to get a reaction from the redhead.
After leaving George to the mercy of Narcissa, Hermione mingled with a few of the guests before setting off to find Draco. Hermione was just emerging from the kitchen when she spotted a giggling Ginny and an overly affectionate Blaise trotting up the stairs. Hermione was just about to go and check the couple weren't getting up to anything when she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby corner.
"When exactly can we send this lot home?" Draco whispered in Hermione's ear. "I'm dying to get you out of that dress."
"You'll have to wait a bit longer." Hermione chuckled. "I'm just about to go and check on Blaise and Ginny."
"Why are you checking on our friends?" Draco asked, loosening his hold on Hermione so she could turn round to face him.
"They've just snuck off upstairs looking very cosy." Hermione replied. "I'm just checking they're not getting up to anything untoward. Do you know they've had sex here before?"
"As long as they're not using out bed, I don't see the problem." Draco shrugged. "We had sex at their house during their engagement party."
"We were in their garden, not their house." Hermione argued, after checking there was no-one nearby to overhear their conversation.
"Same difference, it's still their property." Draco retorted. "But if you want we could always sneak off for a quickie next time we visit, just to even up the score."
"We are not keeping score regarding whose had sex at whose house the most." Hermione hissed.
"I think it's a good job really, I don't like losing and I suspect Blaise and Ginny could out do us there." Draco said thoughtfully. "Neither of them are particular fussy where they get down to it, whereas you're a bit more selective."
"Well excuse me for not wanting to get frisky in our friends' houses." Hermione replied, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at Draco. "The only reason we did it in Blaise and Ginny's garden was because I was drunk."
"Yeah, I remember." Draco chuckled. "I also remember prising you off father ten minutes earlier."
Hermione blushed at the memory of trying to kiss Lucius. In her defence she was very drunk and thought he was Draco, but in the cold light of day it was fairly embarrassing. Luckily only Hermione, Draco and Lucius knew about the incident and no-one had mention it since, well until Draco had just brought it up.
"Look, Blaise and Ginny have returned." Draco pointed out the returning couple to his wife. "It looks like they weren't shagging upstairs."
"I don't know they've been gone a good fifteen minutes." Hermione said, noticing how flushed Ginny was looking. "That's more than enough time for a bit of action."
"Hardly worth the trouble." Draco muttered. "Even for a quickie, that was ridiculously fast."
"I'm sure we've been quicker than that before." Hermione said.
"We most certainly have not." Draco replied in outrage. "I can last more than a few minutes."
"Just because you can, doesn't mean you always do. We were definitely quicker than fifteen minutes last month at the Manor." Hermione retorted, referring to the afternoon they had been at the Manor helping Narcissa plan the New Year party.
"That was only because mother had just nipped out of the room." Draco snorted. "I don't think mother would have been too impressed to find us misusing her antique dining table."
"I'm sure that table has seen its fair share of action." Hermione muttered.
Draco nodded his agreement, he knew it was fairly likely that his parents had gotten frisky on the large table at some point. Suddenly remembering the reason he had grabbed his wife, Draco returned his attention back to the brunette witch in the tiny red dress.
"So this party, when can we end it?" Draco asked, pulling Hermione back into his arms and letting his hands wander over her back and bum.
"I think it's still got some life in it yet." Hermione said. "But I'm sure everyone is having so much fun they won't notice if we sneak off for a bit."
Draco grinned as his hand slipped under Hermione's dress. "How long's a bit?"
"Fifteen, twenty minutes." Hermione replied, hoping no-one could see that Draco had his hand up her dress. "That'll have to do you for now."
"Twenty minutes it is." Draco grinned, pulling Hermione into the crowds and manoeuvring her up the stairs.
Unnoticed the couple slipped into their bedroom, emerging half an hour later looking immensely pleased with themselves. Returning to the party the couple remained at each other sides for the rest of the night, until finally they were alone and they could really make the most of Hermione's sexy costume.